I scream, you scream, we all scream.... we ALL scream...

[ilovepuppies]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Fourth of July sucked, we're having a make-up ICE CREAM SOCIAL
Where: The ice cream speakeasy
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: Food fights? IDK


Everyone finds a slip of paper slid under their door one morning:

ICE CREAM SOCIAL

8 PM

THE PASSWORD IS SWORDFISH

If you come to the speakeasy at the allotted time, and give the very completely top secret password, you're in. If you've never been to the speakeasy before, you'll find it stocked with tons of ice cream flavors and maybe definitely some alcohol. Star is already here and she has an entire table full of every topping imaginable, including, like, 500 different kinds of sprinkles.

...Some of them might just be straight up glitter. This is Star we're talking about after all.

[OOC: IT'S A MINGLE LOG. get in losers we're stuffing our faces]

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[stinkypete]

[A few minutes pass. Nothing happens. Pete growls, banging on the door.] OPEN UP! TH' HELL HAPPENED, TWIG? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME TO THE DOOR A MINUTE AGO! [No response. Frustrated, Pete kicks over a nearby recycling bin, scattering its contents across the street. He storms off, fuming.] Oooh, when I get my hands on that scrawny lil' cheese puff....

[flowersonthewall]

[Meanwhile, Beaker is eating ice cream.]