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]

[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]

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

...There is none.

[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]

[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.

[itsthecount]

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

[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.

[itsthecount]

Oh, yes. I miss them very much.

[he has an entire meatball in his mouth.]

[notasingleword]

I don't even know what that is.

[itsthecount]

It’s the french word for beef that is roasted.

[seasonthree]

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

[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]

[andbegone]

How about you make me? [he really is that petty]

[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"]

[faciliheir]

[walks over

goes to fucking shove him]

[notasingleword]

[WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE]

Then just eat the pasta!

[andbegone]

Look, if you didn't want people improving your party then you could've just said so on the flyers.

[notasingleword]

[also deadeyes him[

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

[itsthecount]

[LEANS OVER, LOUDLY WHISPERING:]

They must be orphans. Explains their taste.

[seasonthree]

Oh, definitely! I miss executing commoners too!

[notasingleword]

[Loads up a plate of meatballs for him and shoves it into his face.]

This is all I got.

[andbegone]

[fair

also he's an absolute twig so a good shove does make him stumble back a couple of steps, though it doesn't seem to like. bother him that much otherwise.]

You can't fight at a party! It's in poor taste.

[seasonthree]

[oh you know]

I want veal.

[itsthecount]

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