"Then let's do this!"
-------------(Fade to black)
A while later...
Once again, it was one hell of a party and much debauchery and shenanigans had again taken place. There were people of all shapes and sizes, many species and cultures, human, demon, elf and so on, littering the lawn and halls, passed out drunk. Party streamers and confetti everywhere. Many of the windows on the lower floors were broken. The speakers were still playing
a song. But as with last time, that was just the tip of the iceberg.
The walls of the lobby were covered in writing and symbols, the insane ramblings of a mad man about some entity called "Zalgo". There was a slip and slide on the stairs from the third floor to ground. The ball room had been converted into a massive ball pen. There were three over-sized pigs rushing about the building, labeled "1" "2" and "4". The inside of the elevator had been coated in aloe vera.
On the front lawn was an massive, comically sized pie. Lying on top of it was Tsuyoi, who had been
cosplaying as a succubus.Sprinting across the lawn was Bran, with a conga line of Branreich Spec Ops troops from
page 86 in hot pursuit.
Off to one corner was NVE, who was engaged in a game of limbo with Nikola Tesla, Thomas Jefferson, Joan of Arc, Brutus, and Shaka Zulu.
The Zone, User, and Demon were asleep in a giant bed, wearing nothing but their underwear and in what some rather awkward positions.
Chan is on the roof, reading tarots, drinking camomile tea at sunrise with a leprechaun.
Alexi was not in his right mind and was riding down the stairs on the carcass of Pedobear, who he had apparently killed at some point. Thriller is skipping through the yard like a Holy Grail Templar while succubi follow him and make clopping noises with coconuts.
Herr Doktor was wearing a sombrero, passed out on top of a large pile of flour, a carton of eggs in one hand.
Totenkopf was grappling with a minotaur. Naomi was betting against Totenkopf regarding the minotaur fight with the captain of a midget pirate crew. She's was wearing a plastic viking-horned hat on. She hasn't forgiven him for leaving her taped to a table and hanging on the power lines.
Chibi is dressed like a Cirque du Soleil performer and tangled up in a long silk rope dangling from the upstairs banister.
Swith and Bones are sitting again in their spot at the front of the building. Gio is near them, playing a game of Candyland against a rogue toothfairy who looks a big hairy wrestler with tiny pink wings.
Swith is once again in her leather micro-mini and white tee shirt, with Bran's combat boots (and new black and white striped stockings). Her head is festooned with winter berries and a carved ice tiara... each raised tine is a lit sparkler that never burns down. She's sitting with her legs tucked under her on the big pillow from her coin purse, and both are hovering a few inches off the ground. A chiseled-body incubus is off to one side, keeping her cool with a impossibly large ostrich plume fan. A ball of purist ice floats next to her, the center carved out to hold several bottles of Stolichnaya. She sips her drink from an upside down crystal skull as a single cloud overhead dusts her and the ground around her with sparkling snow.
Bones is sitting on his stool in the center of a pentagram drawn on the ground with goat's blood, a
Blue Blazer through a twisty straw in one hand, an old-timey pipe in the other. In place of his usual head gear he has a top hat (which is on fire) and a Venetian carnival mask. His feet are propped up on a small inflatable zebra. He has several kemonomimi wearing collars at his feet, the chains ending in his hand with the pipe. He turned to Swith.
"That was... interesting..."