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[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Lord Grumpypants, Diarmuid, Diarmuid's idiot brothers, the extended family, and open to their CR and anyone that just wants to drop by.
Setting: Floor 81
Format: Party style, whichever format you prefer
Summary: When two busybodies start plotting, all hell breaks loose. "Waver's Anniversary" (or more informally known as Waver and Diarmuid's wedding party.) It's just a party. Nothing to see here. That cake is white just by... accident... and decorated to match the rings... yeeeeeeep... complete accident.
Warnings: Someone may decide to drown a couple people... who knows.

[In case someone is observant enough to notice, Waver and Diarmuid have been wearing matching rings... and under the disguise of a convenient excuse, that being Waver's one year anniversary in the Tower, Lancer and Reno have thrown a party to celebrate.

Keeping the relationship a perfect secret, of course. It's just a party. Good times, shooting the breeze, card games. Unfortunately, there's no booze. The lounge has been set up with a buffet with food from the Floor Sixty Kitchen, and there's a cake.

The cake happens to be white, and decorated. And that celtic knot decoration may just be matching the rings. Complete accident, of course.]

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Comments

[fionnuisce]

I'll consider that a victory by proxy, then.

[midgarhorizon]

Relax and enjoy yourself.

[Reno sobers a little.]

How many more chances are we gonna get?

[fionnuisce]

Likely none, unless we manage to fit in an apocalypse-welcoming party in the last couple of days.

[midgarhorizon]

Then stop bein' pissed and eat some cake. Shion made it, so ya know it's good.

[fionnuisce]

...I suppose it wouldn't kill me.

[midgarhorizon]

Yeah. Relax. You've been workin' too hard. Saves Diarmuid the trouble of makin' ya take a break, right?

[fionnuisce]

You realize if I don't work 'too hard', we're that much more likely to all be incredibly and irreversibly screwed?

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno suddenly becomes serious, looking out over the other people in the room.]

There's no point in irreversibly screwing ourselves trying too hard getting there, either. Shiva's tits, look around. Everybody's been working hard. Have you heard a lot of happy shit or cheer around this place lately? How long is this gonna last until the next time something goes down?

[fionnuisce]

You're speaking to the wrong person on the values of taking a break, Reno.

[midgarhorizon]

Okay, let me spell it out for ya... WE'RE ALL GOIN' TO COLLAPSE AND DIE A FEW THOUSAND TIMES IF WE DON'T GET A VACATION.

[That clear enough?]

C'mon, man up and mingle.

[fionnuisce]

Fine. Christ, if it'll get you to shut up I'll do it.

[midgarhorizon]

Fiinaally.

[If all Waver is asking for is a closed mouth, he can deliver.]

[fionnuisce]

...And don't go parroting all that shit about my family to anyone that'll listen, you understand? If I hear anyone but you and Diarmuid breathe a word about it, you're the one I'll be coming after.

[midgarhorizon]

Waver, what kinda intelligence agent do ya take me for?

[fionnuisce]

The kind with a big fucking mouth.

[midgarhorizon]

Complete fucking opposite, buddy-bro. [Reno's waving a finger at his head.] I never said a word.

[fionnuisce]

Then how the hell did you put all this nonsense together?

[midgarhorizon]

Dee said it's your anniversary here.

[fionnuisce]

...


. . .


[He completely forgot.]

[midgarhorizon]

Think you outed yourself there, buddy.

[fionnuisce]

I'M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU--!

[If he ever stops turning red, that is.]

1/2 I had to make new icons for this tag I hope you're happy

[midgarhorizon]

[He's getting ready to run again.]

That's the best part, y'know?!

2

[midgarhorizon]

Gettin' 'em to fuck themselves over!

[Yeah there he goes... just going to go down to the elevator and get something from the kitchen...]

whoooooops

[fionnuisce]

I HOPE YOU LIKE BEING STALKED BY MERCURY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, RENO!

[He'll just...seethe here forever now.]