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unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
scouserer) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
(too late) you're at the party
[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.]
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:]
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.]
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[He snorts, crossing his arms.]
There's nothing else to do except wait for the new New Year, I suppose. Unless the Triangle decides to throw us another loop.
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I am not even going to address anything else that happened.
[LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THE DISASTER HETS]
Anyway, who knows. Perhaps we will be thrown into some other holiday that I am unfamiliar with due to being from an entirely different world.
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[Constantine grimaces. Yeah, not even touching that.]
My guess is we're gonna be catapulted into Valentine's Day. Then we'll have to put up with even more of Decus' idiotic worship.
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[A sour expression crosses his face.]
Ugh. We should just repeatedly toss him off the ship and hope he ends up with some sense knocked into him at some point.
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Do you know what I got out of the vending machine the other day? A goddamn pool float with Decus's face on it. It was horrifying.
[He leans back in his chair.]
Of course, I immediately chucked it into the pool for other people to find later.
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HAHAHAHA OKAY THAT’S GOOD]
Well, what else could you do with something like that? It would be quite a waste to simply toss it off the side of the ship before you had the opportunity to inflict it on others.