I tried to get through to you

[archboxer]

[You know what that was? A fiasco. That was an utter fiasco. Three more people gone on a chance that may not happen! This is horrible. Even if some people dislike her, Rhea... is up to the challenge once more. This time she does it nearly herself: writing out the invitations, ordering the food and telling everyone to meet at the bar. In Ema's honor, of course.

She hands out the invitations herself and if she can't find you, she'll slide yours under your door.]

Comments

[hardnosed]

... you've got that right. It's a disaster every week, but we're here.

[bogwife]

We're a bit like... [She taps the edge of the wine bottle against her lips, searching for the right word.] Barnacles. We keep getting hit by waves and jagged rocks and other ships but we just can't be completely scraped off.