Totally Normal Garden Party and not an escape meeting

[hotpaprika]

[It's Friday afternoon, and the party is almost ready. Jonathan, with the help of others, have arranged a quaint table setting in the garden, adorned with various flower arrangements. The spread of food seems quite impressive if not... somewhat strange with some of the offerings. Floyd brought takoyaki (careful, some of them have hot sauce in them!), Jason brought donuts, Hadoka brought some scrambled eggs, although not enough to feed all 25 citizens, Brett brought finger sandwiches, Joy brought some fancy flatbread, Mille brought fancy little cakes and pastries, The Undertaker brought some bone shaped biscuits, and Adamon brought some mushroom risotto. For drinks, Jonathan brought over several pitchers of lemonade, enough for everyone at the party and then some.

Nandor also brought ice cubes and Misfire brought one (1) lemon.

If anyone is hesitant about coming, Jonathan will gently find them and tell them that the party "really means a lot to him", with added details about the true nature of the party if they are still resistant. There were really only two people he was keeping this a secret from.

Just before five o'clock hits, Jonathan finds himself looking increasingly nervous. Anxiously tapping the table, looking around for anything suspicious, and taking a quick swig from his flask that he got from the pool to calm his nerves. For those who think that this is just a garden party, this might not exactly look like the most normal behavior ever.

It's a few minutes past five and, once Jonathan does one last look around to make sure everyone is here, he gently taps his glass of lemonade with a spoon and stands up, clearing his throat.]

Thank you all for coming to the party! I have told this to a few of us, but I was not entirely honest when I wrote the invitation. While, yes, part of my motivation is to grow more familiar with the rest of the citizens here, my true purpose is much more vital. I organized this meeting so we can discuss how to escape from this prison the Mayor has placed us in, and I intend to do so before any casualties occur.

I do not want to burden everyone with the details of my life, but I had been held captive before, and I know the horrors of letting my captor know of my escape plans, and that is why I had to be secretive about this. I do not want our opportunities for escape to close because we let it slip that we're trying to leave, and I ask everyone to be similarly secretive about this.

But, on the bright side, we have the numbers I didn't have back at the Castle, and I am confident with our combined efforts we can overthrow the Mayor and get back to our homes before too long!

[And with that, Jonathan sits back down in order to begin the meeting in earnest!]

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Comments

[howveryglib]

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It may be worth it. If they are truly so interested in getting us to play according to their rules, they may try and do something to turn us against each other. It could not hurt for non-combatants to learn some self-defense.

[inaclearing]

I'd be willing to try it.

[He doesn't look like he really works out much, but at least he's been doing a lot of home repair recently? Could be worse.]

[kninja]

I'm prolly not much of a teacher, but I'll do my best!

[howveryglib]

You likely know it better than the rest of us, and our other options are limited. If you need help in organizing things, simply let me know.

[kninja]

Oh, you'd help with it? I'm not much good for that kind of thing. Usually, I'm the one filling in details for someone else's big idea.

[howveryglib]

Of course. It would be nice to have a bit of extra structure, and I do not see how it could hurt.

[kninja]

I leave it in your capable, organizey hands, Cap'n!

[howveryglib]

We will discuss it later, then.

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan looks hesitant but.]

I suppose it would not hurt, at least so I can protect myself better.

[inaclearing]

We can do it together. It'll be fun!

[howveryglib]

I would certainly advise it. It cannot hurt to learn for more situations than just this, after all.

[maybe YOU can punch dracula.]

[fuckingguy]

Yes, that is exactly correct. The time may soon come when it is necessary to fight for your life in one-on-one combat. [ ... ] Would help to have some weapons, though.

[howveryglib]

It certainly would, but unless we somehow get one as a prize in that bizarre vending machine, we will have to improvise.

[fuckingguy]

--That reminds me, how have you all been getting shit out of there?

[howveryglib]

I have not attempted it yet, but I believe you insert the coins we seem to have been getting. I… may attempt it soon myself.

[fuckingguy]

[ oh no-- ]

Ohhh, like a slot machine?

[ you can see his expression actively starting to brighten! ]

Interesting.

[howveryglib]

…I… suppose so, yes.

[He wonders if he should be concerned…]