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

[pitiedthefool]

[He actually chuckles at that, but then looks at the dart and board.

...He shrugs.]

Why not.

[...Jin. You are going to likely be scared or impressed about his aim, because the moment he takes the dart, he lines up and tosses it--

...and it sticks right between Jason's eyes. Yep, he mad.]

[morituramfides]

[Scared? Scared was for babies. He's pretty damn impressed, given the way he's half-sarcastically and half-genuinely slow clapping at the throw in-between a laugh or two.]

Not bad, Narukami. Not bad. Keep that up and maybe you'll be able to give him a good headache the next time we see him.

[pitiedthefool]

[Just thought the option should be left there.]

We can only hope. [Yes, that was a stealth-pun. And no, he doesn't care. He'll just smirk back, offering Jin a second dart.]

[morituramfides]

[Keep yours filthy hope puns away, you protagonist!!

Nevertheless, Jin accepted the dart, and took his own position a distance away from the dark board. His eyes weren't the best, but one he loosed the dart, it ended up smack right on the apple of Jason's throat.

Aah yeah, it was good to be back in a familiar body at least.]

[pitiedthefool]

[neverrrrrrrrrrrr...

He, of course, claps politely with a faint snirk across his face.]

Not bad.

[morituramfides]

[Jin went so far as to make a gesture with one of his hands that looked like he was going to bow, but it ended just short of him actually lowering his torso.]

You'd be surprised how good you get when you've got nothing to do but throw a few empty cases around until the sun goes down.