[Occurs around June 6th, 1832, I should think. Jolllly by Dessa Asp. Everyone else purloined by Laura.]

Prouvaire, floating about composing new rhymes with his halo, notices an odd disturbance upon a nearby cloud, and flits over to see what's up. He sees too much, and yells out, "Enjolras!"
Enjy, more disheveled than angels usually get, looks up in a daze. "Oh, it's you, Jehan."
Prouvaire stares openmouthed. "Yes, it's me. and apparently it's you. and what is that?"
R looks up. "I take offense at that question.
Javert laughs at the silly rebels, supposedly burning somewhere down below?
Prouvaire supresses a scream. "You're supposed to be an angel!"
Enjy asks, adjusting his lilywhite robe, "And your point is what?"
Pro screams out, "That's disgusting!"
Bossuet asks, "What's disgusting?"
R pipes up, "Jehan is very closeminded for an angel. He needs to accept multiple kinds of love."
Bossuet grabs Jehan and kisses him. This does not improve matters.
Jehan screams.
Enjy takes R firmly by his angelic wrist and flees.
From a distance, you hear a delighted sqeal of glee that sounds like Jolllly's voice: "I'M CURED!" *AH-Choooo!* "Oh, shit." A pause, he walks over. "What's all the fuss?"
Enjy and R bump into Jolllly. "Jehan saw us kissing and freaked out. I think he needs a Friend right now."
Bossuet strokes Jehan's hand, trying to be comforting. "But Jehan, they're dead, so technically they aren't even male anymore." He tries for another kiss, but is greeted with a deer-in-the-headlights expression.
Joly looks over to Jehan. "I would be your *ACHOOOO!* Friend, but this might be contagio*sniffle*us."
Jehan runs away. "I don't want to be your Friend, you sick maniac!"
Bossuet reaches one hand out to Jolllly. "I'll be your friend. Angels don't get sick." He inclines his face for a kiss.
Bossuet points out, "See, I even have hair now."
Joly cries. "It's not my fault germs like me. Even dead germs." He oooohs and runs his hands through Bossuet's hair, leaning forward to accept/return the kiss.
Loud noises come from a nearby cloud, on which is written in neon letters, 'DO NOT DISTURB 'TIL JUDGEMENT DAY--Enjolras and R'
Bossuet kisses Jolllly, then thinks about making a neon sign of his own.
You say, "Black curtain. Please."
The curtain falls like a ton of bricks. On Jolllly. Of course.

[ of course, Joly has 4 wings.]