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

[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.]

[standingonmyneck]

[There's the wacko. If she had the care, she would roll her eyes. Why the hell was he bothering talking to her, other than to try to get under her skin. That was probably the reason. The only one here who has started antagonizing her intentionally. Better not even give an inch that he could.]

I'm only here because someone left a meaty mess by my door. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

[It was easy to suspect the suspect.]

[itsthecount]

Of course not. I would never waste food by throwing it at the door of those I despise.

[Count Olaf is all about conservation, Daria. It's enough to get him to narrow his unibrow at even being suspected.]

[standingonmyneck]

Funny. I didn’t even say anything about you doing it, but thou protest anyway. Fascinating.

[She ain’t stupid, mate.]

[itsthecount]

I am preemptively proving my innocence.

[standingonmyneck]

You haven’t even given any proof.

[notasingleword]

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

[standingonmyneck]

[...Oh. A cheerful person, um.]

Oh, um, hey. Daria.

[She should probably tell her the thing, since she was the host.]

I decided to stop by. I feel like you should know someone is dumping stuff outside.

[notasingleword]

Wait... dumping stuff? I'm sorry, but I don't quite follow.

[standingonmyneck]

[No issue explaining.]

Judging from the tomato meat sauce, my guess was that someone left here and splattered a meatball over my door.

[Gestures to Olaf with a tilt of her head and the movement of her eyes.]

I have a hunch who did it.

[notasingleword]

[WHY...]

I am so, so sorry. I had no idea!

[standingonmyneck]

You couldn’t have known.

[She shook her head. It wasn’t her intention to make the host feel bad after all. Vice versa with the host probably: she could tell Ariel was sincere considering how quick she responded to the news.]

It’s not anyone’s job to babysit someone who insists on being a manchild.

[notasingleword]

Right... [SIGHS.] I can clean it up if you want though. I doubt he'll do it.