We Didn't Die Party!

[notasingleword]

Who: Ariel and whoever wants to come!
What: PASTA PARTY!!
Where: Vista Way; Ariel's & Freddie's apartment
When: Sunday Night
Warnings: None but I'll update if needed!



[Sunday morning if you're wandering around Vista Way, you might spot a new flyer hung up around the building. It's everywhere really, so it's hard to miss. Pick one up and you will read (if you understand bad handwriting):]

"You are invited to Ariel's very first pasta party! We'll be celebrating our new home and being alive! Please arrive promptly at dinner time at Ariel's and Freddie's apartment!"

[If you decide to come, you'll find Ariel busy in her kitchen as she's preparing dinner. She made a lot of pasta and meatballs. Like too much. It's ungodly. Hope you're ready to eat a lot! The girl smiles brightly as her guests arrive. She never got to host an after party during their time in the manor, so this is the closest she'll get!

Thanks for coming! I'm so happy to see you!

Comments

[itsthecount]

Where’s the roast beef.

[how’d he get in here]

[notasingleword]

[Okay she's happy to see everyone but YOU.]

...There is none.

[itsthecount]

How do you expect to host a respectable hobo-free dinner party without roast beef.

[ilovepuppies]

[Throws a meatball. PAYBACK TIME]

[notasingleword]

[Normally she'd say something about this, but fuck it she's mad and gonna clap for Star instead.]

[faciliheir]

[look carefully at the "I really wish I weren't here right now" button

but she's a supportive fiancee so here she is, not really eating pasta but definitely having broken into her emergency supply of sour powdered candy tubes for the occasion.]

Does anyone else miss the executions? I kinda miss the executions.

[notasingleword]

[It's okay Freddie; she didn't ask you ahead of time so you are not obligated to eat. Ariel got the idea, got too excited, and ran with it.]

Hmm not really. It was a lot to handle every week.

[faciliheir]

I kinda got used to the idea of there being at least a slight chance anyone who's bugging me will die within a week. [just

deadeyes olaf]

[itsthecount]

Oh, yes. I miss them very much.

[he has an entire meatball in his mouth.]

[faciliheir]

You literally don't even know what I'm talking about. [if she'd been involved in this party planning the signs would've said "AND NOBODY FROM THAT ONE GROUP OF WEIRDOS YOU PEOPLE KNOW WHO YOU ARE"]

[seasonthree]

Oh, definitely! I miss executing commoners too!

[faciliheir]

See, I prefer killing off the royals, myself.

[andbegone]

[this fucker's here and is just. picking out meatballs one by one and setting them on the... floor.]

Don't worry. I'll replace these with a better alternative.

[let the people eat chumballs]

[notasingleword]

Could you um not do that?

[AT LEAST THROW THEM AWAY?]

[faciliheir]

How about you stop doing that before I make you clean the floor with your mouth.

[seasonthree]

I don't like meatballs in my pasta. It's gross.

[notasingleword]

[WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE]

Then just eat the pasta!

[itsthecount]

[LEANS OVER, LOUDLY WHISPERING:]

They must be orphans. Explains their taste.

[dothebackslide]

WOULD YOU PREFER I BROUGHT MY BROWNIE RECIPE.

[angelgoatdemon]

[He's giving those weird old men the stink-eye, before getting distracted by the food. Very much like the hungry old furry he was when alive, he's already started munching on a full plate.] Thanks for having me! Ohh, these are so good!!!! [honestly it's really weird seeing a skeleton goat successfully eating something without it getting messy. He isn't exactly alive, but he's making the best of it! ] Tastes a lot better than the Manor food, now that we all have a much-deserved break form all that in the past!

[itsthecount]

Of course a skeleton would enjoy this slop. It has no taste buds.

[notasingleword]

[Finally someone good and decent and a friend. She's not as weirded out about the skeleton eating as she should be.]

I'm so glad you were able to be here!

[standingonmyneck]

[After a certain event, someone was walking around...looking at the meat left at her door and following the smell of Italian spices. She thought about leaving it alone but she had an inner Jane convincing her that maybe it was a good idea to see what was going on. Hey, maybe that meant there was food...there was an awful lot of commotion. Maybe food? Less to have to worry about. Maybe. Maybe food.

A look of the flyer said it all. Ah, she arrived. Or rather just kind of, awkwardly waddle inside. Not a party person this one.]

[itsthecount]

Ah, yes. I see the emo has decided to join us.

[he's here, uncorking a bottle of wine he slipped under his jacket.]

[notasingleword]

Oh welcome! I don't think we've met! I'm Ariel!