So it begins...

[deafmuteboots]

[Slipped under every door (yes, even those rooms that are unoccupied), left on every kitchen table, taped on every wall in every hallway, left in the clinic even, are fancy invitations.]

[Those that have been here long enough might remember this time - and the fun such an event provides. So who could possibly resist attending? All you need is a

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[forwhomittolls]

*Just stares at it for a bit. Good thing attendance isn't mandatory*

[cardio_swindle]

[Walking by, stops to glance at what you're staring at...]

[forwhomittolls]

*Decides to pretend the numerous invitations don't exist. Walking away... and into you*

Sorry about that.

[cardio_swindle]

[Pats your shoulder and steps away. What's a little collision between trauma survivors? He waves away the apology.]

So a fancy ball, eh?

[forwhomittolls]

I don't plan on going.

[cardio_swindle]

What, no lady will take you?

[forwhomittolls]

*Shrugs*

I just avoid these types of events.

[cardio_swindle]

Whatever for?

[forwhomittolls]

I'm not very comfortable in those types of situations.

*And you can't conceal weaponry in formal clothes*

[cardio_swindle]

You should get out more.

[Like you need to.]

[forwhomittolls]

But not to social events. Last time I went near one, it ended in flames.

*Much easier to stab people.*

[cardio_swindle]

That sounds like an interesting party.

[He can't disagree.]

[forwhomittolls]

I wouldn't have needed to be there if the idiot had listened to the warnings in the first place.

[cardio_swindle]

Now this story gets more interesting by the minute. What happened?

[forwhomittolls]

Pretending a problem doesn't exist never works when said problems are Undead creatures that would like to kill you.

[cardio_swindle]

At a party?