Sunday morning/afternoon, Hyperion/Los Angeles

[demonbelthazor]

A wee half-demon was prowling about the hotel lobby, looking for something to do, otherwise known as "up to no good." Currently, he was peering at the weapons cabinet, wondering how he could get into it. He could always blow the door up with a fireball, but then it would be obvious that it had been him. The key to mischief was concealing your tracks and leaving room for someone else to take the blame. But the shiny sharp objects were so tempting and he really wanted to play with them.


[Open to all residents, of course, or phone calls.]

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[absolutesnark]

Piper nodded as she headed toward the kitchen. "Yes, kinda like a potion."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel climbed up on a stool. "Do they blow up if you make them wrong?"

[absolutesnark]

"No, they could get a little burnt, though," Piper replied, gathering ingredients.

[demonbelthazor]

"What do I do?" Bel said, peering at the flour and sugar and wondering how they turned into cookies.