(too late) you're at the party

[scouserer]

[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.

First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]

meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.

A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.

But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]

Comments

[dokkalfheimr]

...I'm not sure if I should thank you for telling me or apologize for her.

[scythegun]

I would have said both last week, but she played laser tag with me so I'm feeling more charitable now.

[oh my god????]

[dokkalfheimr]

...Dare I ask how she fared...?

[Oh dear.]

[scythegun]

She lost. Miserably.

[RIP PLUMERIA.... YOUR SPD STAT WAS FAR TOO LOW........]

But she seemed to have a good time with it!

[dokkalfheimr]

Oh, no...

[It gets her to laugh a little, anyway - something that seems to surprise her, even.]

I still owe you a game myself, don't I...

[scythegun]

Ja, you do! It's fairly easy to learn how to play, but don't worry, I'll show you the ropes!

[dokkalfheimr]

...It's likely horribly morbid to do this now, but...can we?

[It sounds better than just...doing nothing.]

[scythegun]

We both want a distraction, ja? There's nothing morbid about that! Besides, I already left a mess in the sink in the café, I may as well go all out tonight!

[THANKS, YEAGER]

[dokkalfheimr]

...I sincerely hope there was no poison involved; I'm going to have a truly gruesome time explaining to others that I'm absolutely positive it was cyanide this time.

[It's less light than it usually is, and it bears with it an air of "this might as well happen", but still, it's...nice, to be able to just say things to someone who's not going to mind her saying them.]

[scythegun]

[That gets him to laugh, because of course it does. Sometimes you've just gotta be a shitty person.]

Oh come now, do you really think I'd so something so dreadful after accusing someone of it during a trial?

[.........okay that would be really funny, but—]

No, I just made some drinks for a few people.

[...]

Although given the amount of sugar in them, they may wish it had been poisoned.

[THANKS, YEAGER]