Reaper Mingle is go!

[death_glare]

Who: William T. Spears and any reapers of the far shore
When: Evening of August 16th
Where: The temple of Baron Samdi (Ronald Knox)
What: William calls an emergency meeting for any and all reapers. There is something they all need to be aware of. (And because it's being held at Ronnie's temple, you can expect it to devolve into more of a mixer once William stops preaching.)


Part 1 - The Announcement

[ The following is a text that appeared on the BBS late last evening, shortly after the training session wrapped up. It is addressed to those on the far shore who were reapers in their home worlds, however, the only one who is blocked from viewing it is William's shinki, Hannah Annafellows. ]

I am calling to attention anyone who holds the position of a Reaper, Death God, Shinigami, or other related title. Good evening. My name is William T. Spears. I believe I met many of you this afternoon during the training session at Bishamon's temple. However, regardless of whether we met, this announcement is still directed towards you.

There is a matter of utmost importance that I feel all of you need to be made aware of. I have arranged a meet up at Ronald Knox's temple so that we can discuss the issue and come up with potential solutions. Please arrive to the temple of Baron Samdi by 7 p.m. so that we can make the most of our time. Thank you.


Part 2 - The Meeting

[ William finally stands up in front of where everyone's busy chitchatting. He's clearing his throat, attempting to get their attention and already looking pretty peeved. And it's not even because of the topic he needs to discuss, or the fact that it's well past 7:45 and they haven't even begun yet. Nope, the main reason for the crease in his brow is because of the absurd jacket he was forced to wear this evening. Not his usual black dress coat, but a lovely gold sequined one that nearly makes him glow in the brightly lit room. He has no idea how the eyesore of a garment found its way into his possession, once more, but he wouldn't be wearing it if he didn't have a good reason to. ]

Everyone. If you could all please have a seat. We are already behind schedule.


Part 3 - The Mixer

[ Now that William's concerns have been made aware, it seems that the event has evolved into more of a reaper shindig. Ronald has set up appetizers and has plenty of booze available. It's almost as if he'd planned this from the beginning. ]


(( ooc: mingle mingle mingle! Feel free to tag and threadjack around! Discuss the issue at hand or ignore William and just build cr with your fellow reapers! Party crashers are always welcome, too! ))

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[death_glare]

[ A bit of a side-eye, but he doesn't push Grell away. At least not yet. After all, he'll often allow Grell to lean on him, more as a means to briefly satiate her urges. It's when she pushes her luck with him that he pushes away. ]

I will tolerate this amount, for now.

[untodeath]

[ SUCCESS. Grell croons happily, wiggling into a more comfortable position, as she nuzzles into that shoulder with a healthy flush to her cheeks. Going through that bottle, it's starting to really sink in! ]

Even if it's just for now, the thrill that this moment brings will last me an eternity~

[death_glare]

[ William lets out the smallest groan of irritation. An eternity is right. Maybe he really should be looking at being in this new world as a vacation. ]

Do you prefer it here? Over our lives back in London?

[untodeath]

Mn... There's nothing left for me there.

[ For a moment, Grell merely closes her eyes to relax into him. ]

You're here. Ronnie. Alan, and Eric... And what is it that I'd be missing, then? Being a servant of heaven? I've the slightest bit of respect here... even if it is-- uncomfortable.

[ Oh, perhaps she's getting too relaxed! With a sigh, she shifts, plopping her cheek atop his shoulder while blinking awake! What was it that she was saying? ]

[death_glare]

Uncomfortable?

[ William's eyes remain closed as they speak, oddly relaxed in this situation. ]

I would have thought you would enjoy the added attention.

[untodeath]

[ There's a blink, at that! Right, so that's where she had left off. ]

Oh, of course I enjoy having my talents recognized! It isn't that; everyone simply treats me... differently. [ With knit brows, she frowns. ]

[death_glare]

Am I being too lax for you, then?

[ He's obviously missing the point. ]

I can remedy that rather quickly, if you would prefer.

[untodeath]

[ Oh, William! You always know how to cheer her up!

Giggling, she turn her face into his shoulder, to nuzzle up on that blazer properly! ]

You're different, silly! You always are.

[death_glare]

[ OK, ok. He's going to take that as a 'yes' from Grell and yank his arm away from her. He then re-situates himself a good two feet away from her. ]

And you are exactly the same as usual.

[untodeath]

[ Oh, now, THAT earns a sizable whine from the redhead, as she collapses head-first into his empty seat. ]

Wiiiiiiilll...!

[ Muffled, before she pushes herself up with a light shake of the head.

Well, perhaps it's best for her to be sitting up, in any case. Still doesn't keep her from pouting, while her hands clumsily fuss with her hair to situate it. ]

Of course I am! Why would I be any different?

[death_glare]

I would worry you were drastically ill, if you suddenly were.

[ A comment that he shakes his head at, a moment after he says it. Worry that Grell suddenly wasn't infatuated with him? That's not how he meant it to sound, or so he thinks. ]

[untodeath]

Ooh~

[ Such brings that classic carnal grin back to her features! Propping her hands beneath her chin, instead, Grell will bat her full lashes. ]

Darling, you needn't fret; I'd sooner ᴅɪᴇ♥

[death_glare]

If you are trying to sound romantic, you are doing a horrendous job of it.

[ Grabbing for a few of the extra cushions scattered around, he places two of them as a makeshift barrier between him and Grell. ]

[untodeath]

Oh my, did you want me to?

[ Leaning into those pillows, she'll fold her arms atop them, chin resting over her wrists! ]

Well, then, how's this; nothing could sway my love for you, Will! The impact you've made on me is too substantial, and the place you've secured in my heart too great! No man, nor woman could ever hope to fill that void... [ Closing her eyes, very matter-of-fact, her shoulders raise as her voice swells with dreamy emotion! ] 'Til my last breath, I'll graciously yearn for my William, for I'd never have deserved him, but have been merely fortunate enough to know.

[death_glare]

[ Grell should have kept those pretty eyes of hers open, because she's barely going to get that final poetic line out before a third pillow it shoved right on top of her face. ]

[untodeath]

[ Her shout of surprise is muffled by the cushion, at least!

It won't be long before Grell's hands desperately scramble to remove the pillow from her face, revealing mussed hair and skewed glasses! The redhead blows an excess of fringe from her face with a mighty huff. ]

--Hey!! How rude! [ POUT. ]

[death_glare]

Were you saying something?

[ Perhaps it's all that wine and gin, but it's almost as if William's enjoying this absurd banter. Goodness knows he could get up and return to his own temple at any moment he chooses. ]

[untodeath]

[ Is... Is William being PLAYFUL with her? Blinking with some surprise, it only take a moment before a glint sparks in the lady reaper's eye.

Rolling to her knees, she uses that pillow to hold to her chest, so she can lean far over those stacked pillows an shine him a challenging grin. ]

You know, it will take more than a few pillows to shut me up.

[death_glare]

You are lucky my scythe has yet to be returned to me, then.

[ She should also be happy that William's choosing this over being in the presence of his demon shinki. Oh what an insult it would be if it were the opposite.

Yet, despite her claim, William will grab a fourth pillow, keeping a grasp on one end while he smacks her in the face, once more. ]

[untodeath]

[ An OOMPH, before Grell is forced to push back her hair! Part of this is making her SO FRUSTRATED-- and yet, it's William, who can do no wrong. (Also, it might be turning her on a little.)

Huffing, she's back onto her knees! ]

I have the distinct feeling that would only make me noisier--!

[ Taking that pillow she has in her grasp, she'll hit him right back, upside the head! It isn't a hard hit, by any means - but it actually has her laughing. How ridiculous this all is... ]

[death_glare]

[ That smack knocks his glasses askew! ]

Will you be careful.

[ As if he wasn't already threatening damage to Grell's glasses with those smacks to her face. He readjusts them before turning towards her, daring to climb up onto the cushions, as well. ]

We have no way of repairing our spectacles here.

[ Which doesn't stop him from taking his plush weapon in both hands and pushing her over and onto her back. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell's pressing a hand over her mouth to stifle more laughter at managing to knock William's glasses like that. Surely, that was one way to get him angry, without fail! ]

What, can't take it, Wiiiiaa?!

[ Clearly, she didn't see that coming! Bumped backward, she collapses over the cushions -- and in some meager attempt to defend herself, she launches the pillow she holds at William's chest... effectively leaving herself without a weapon. ]

[death_glare]

[ Angry indeed! Not only the potential damage to his frames, but the laughing, as well! ]

Be quiet already.

[ The plush missile does little to stop William's attempts to get Grell to keep her mouth shut, and now with an opening he leans over her, pressing the pillow against her face. Apparently, he's completely unaware of what a compromising position this puts the two of them in. ]

[untodeath]

[ Well, that certainly does the trick; William has effectively silenced her to muffled squeals.

Grell squirms, reaching out to smack his chest a bit, and ultimately grip onto the pillow instead - but when she tries to scoot away, she instead finds that William is where her legs should be, and now she's straddling his.

Now, she's holding the pillow in place in utter silence, because her face must be an entirely new shade of scarlet. ]

[death_glare]

[ Still oblivious, William's simply pleased that Grell's finally hushed herself. He sits up, yanking the pillow away and giving her a final smack to her side. ]

Honestly, did you have to make that so difficult?

[ The redness displayed across her face is obviously because of her fussing and presumed inability to breathe in those few moments, right? ]