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

[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]

[notasingleword]

[also deadeyes him[

Well.... you're not wrong...

[faciliheir]

When we get our own place, I'm installing security specifically to keep these guys out.

[notasingleword]

Sorry... I should've asked ahead of time. These people are awful.

[faciliheir]

Who knew free food would attract vagrants. [WHO KNEW]

Everything'll be better once we're in our own place, really. I mean, even my room on the Isle was bigger than this place!

[notasingleword]

Yeah... you're right.

[faciliheir]

[REACHES OVER pats her hand]

Don't worry about it. Okay?

[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"]

[itsthecount]

The execution of french royalty via guillotine. It was quite fun.

[faciliheir]

[considers]

Actually, it was a giant foot.

[itsthecount]

[...]

Kinky. I’m listening.

[faciliheir]

Hard pass. Didn't anybody teach you people manners.

[itsthecount]

My parents did. Unlike you, I am not an orphan.

[well. not that he’s sharing.]

[faciliheir]

[...]

Alright, you've got one whole chance to take that back. Make it count.

[seasonthree]

Oh, definitely! I miss executing commoners too!

[faciliheir]

See, I prefer killing off the royals, myself.

[seasonthree]

You can't kill royals! That's against the law!

[faciliheir]

Yeah, well, so's murder in general. Doesn't really stop people once they've put their mind to it.

[seasonthree]

Murder's only illegal if people find out.

[faciliheir]

Which they do. Every time. Which is where the executions come in. You're following along, right Chief?

[seasonthree]

Nope! Because I've always been sure to execute the witnesses too.

[faciliheir]

And yet, now you're here. A powerless old man complaining about meatballs.

Funny how life turns out sometimes, isn't it?