but even if the stars and moon collide [afterparty]

[allatonce]

[Well, that sucked!

After about an hour, invitations written in colorful ink appear under everyone's doors.]

Understandable if you're not up to it, but we're having a memorial and "don't wanna be alone" hang-out in the restaurant again.

[The restaurant has very much been decorated with the most rainbow fabric she could find in the department store. Jonathan got roped in, mainly so she could make sure he was doing okay, but also because she assumed that he knew how to put a tablecloth on a table. He seemed like the type, anyway.

After consulting with Undertaker, most of the food that's been set out is more traditional Chinese funeral food than Victorian—you can get a whole roast duck in the restaurant—but she tried for a mix of things. There is fruit, the aforementioned roast duck, and several vegetarian dishes along with potatoes for some reason and... cookies? Okay then.

Joy's trying, because that was way less terrible for her than it was for basically anyone else.

Happy Pride Wrath, New Rapture!]

Comments

[allatonce]

Okay, so four old guys go golfing. Three of them headed to the first hole and one went back to the clubhouse to take care of the bill. The three men started bragging about their ultra-successful sons, because all rich people do is use their children like props of their own wealth.

[She snorts, just a little.]

First guy tell the others: "My son's in construction and he's so successful that he built his friend a new home, for free." The second man laughs and says "Oh, you think that's good? Well, my son is a car salesman and owns multiple dealerships. He's so successful that he gave a friend not one but two Lambos." It's a brand of expensive car. Not to be outdone, the third guy waves his friends off. "My son," he says, "is a stock broker and he's doing so well that he can afford to give his friend an entire stock portfolio."

[Hilariously, she does not explain what a stock portfolio is. In her mind, they've always existed.]

It's about this time that the fourth man shows up again. The first says "Ah, we were just talking about our sons. How is yours doing?" The fourth man shrugs. "I can't say I'm thrilled with my son's decision to make it big on Broadway, but he must be doing pretty well for himself. His three boyfriends gave him a house, two cars, and a stock portfolio. I think they're all on vacation right now in Hawaii."

[giddyundertaker]

[ You got him to scoff a couple of times, but there are three things keeping this story from being entertaining enough.

1. The Undertaker is familiar with a couple of very rich people who seem to care a lot for their children, something that is apperently lost in the future.

2. He doesn't really know what a stock portfolio is. Or a car dealership. Or a car.

3. Broadway? Hawaii?! Why those places in particular?!?

All that effort, and she gets a headpat and a light chuckle for the trouble. ]

You tried your best, dearie, but it just missed the mark.