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

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[WELL HEY at least one of them stuck! And got a tiny grin that it did.]

Maybe if you're a hoity toity high-society socialite, but I've only ever rocked my jeans and t-shirt to these shingdigs. [Ignoring the fact that she has a dress and a suit in her trunk] Most folks probably can't pull it off.

[faithstaynight]

Ah, really...? [She frowns a little.] Perhaps I should rethink what I wear the next time such an event takes place...

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Nah, fuck that. Do what you want. S'posed to be a party, right?

[faithstaynight]

[... Oh dear, she's never met a girl with such crude language before... Men? Yes. But not someone of her own gender.] I shall keep that in mind, though I do think I will wear something a bit different next time... I feel a bit out of place because of this.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[She is the most classiest of ladies, alright.]

Man, that's lame. You look more normal than some of the stranger freaks and weirdos around here, that's for sure. Ain't got orange horns sticking out of your head, so that's a start.

[faithstaynight]

I admit, the other captives who are distinctly non-human are a bit odd... but that is simply because I have never seen such people before. Calling them "freaks" is somewhat harsh, don't you think?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Who's talkin' about the non-human guys; I met plenty of freaks that are human just like you and me.

[Seriously. Have you met her pretentious purple friend--]

Around here I guess it doesn't really matter though.