009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

[pitiedthefool]

Characters: Anyone and everyone!
Setting: Floor Four, September 25th.
Format: Go wild with whatever!
Summary: EVERYBOOOOOOOOOOOOODY, YEAH, ROCK YOUR REAL BODIES OUT~
Warnings: Do we need warnings for partying? ...Naaaaaaaaaaaah.

So that last week had been hell, and they really should have seen it coming, but it's as they all say...

It was just another Tuesday in Tower What The Helsinki is Going On Here.

Unlike the private party, there are definitely plenty of decorations courtesy of the Amagi Inn heiress, and plenty of food thanks to those who offered to hunt for the event and the ones who could prepare what was caught and gathered. Really, everything's set. Even some alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were clearly labeled (so please, don't spike the normal punch. There are kids here!).

So why was this all set up? Why, because they had succeeded in pissing in Jason's cornflakes and got him maaaaad figuring out the cure for the madness of the previous week with the clues that had been given. But wait, was there a birthday or two this month that had otherwise gone unnoticed? Well, why not celebrate them while celebrating their hard-earned victory? There's cards on a table for people to write down the lucky people who survived another year of this craziness, just waiting for well wishes (or not so, depending on if you like them or not).

Enjoy the night!


Feel free to tag into this however you please, whether it's something already on here, or you want to do something else. It's your party, guys... let loose and have fun with it!
As this goes on, we'll add them to the list. Enjoy the spoils of victory, people of the Animoo!
Mingle!
Birthday Silliness!
Games!

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

[Huh? Strange. He didn't remember seeing this Servant before. Besides Saber, he hadn't seen any of the other Servants in suits before. But the hair didn't seem to be Saber.]

[Just ignore him as he sniffs around, trying to get the scent of the Servant amidst all of this chaos.]

[faithstaynight]

[Yes, she's going to do just that: ignore him. She meant it when she said she wanted to cease contact with him.]

[puppy_lancer]

[After a little bit of sniffing, he can get a really strong scent from the Servant...namely that of Church incense. It's just strong enough to clog his nose.]

Dammit! Your smell is too strong!

[That comes out in spite of himself. He really hates smells that clog his nose.]

[faithstaynight]

[She scowled, turning around. She wasn't planning on acknowledging this man at all, but you can't really stay silent after a comment like that.]

Excuse me?

[puppy_lancer]

[His mouth hangs open for a second. Then he closes it.]

S-sorry. Really. Sorry. Didn't...recognize you with a suit, so I thought I'd catch a scent instead.

[He feels all of the guilt coming back.]

[faithstaynight]

[So he goes around just... smelling people? Is this like the "dude sniffer" Leon was mentioning...?]

... I see. [She doesn't sound too impressed. And that's all she says before turning away from him and walking off in the opposite direction.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He turns around and leaves too. Put this on a list of things he has to watch out for here.]