Who: Dean, Philip and Daniel
Where: Daniel's room
When: RIGHT NOW
Rating: oh idk pg
Summary: One's a froofy Victorian. One's a lamb-cooking physicist. One's a hunter in flannel. Together, they get drunk and don't fight crime!
The Story:
So you may have seen that
transmission going out over the airwaves! Perhaps you even replied and got yourself an invite to what's sure to be an increasingly awesome party in the
parlour of Daniel's (extensive) room. The lamps are smelly, the drapes are luxurious and nearly everything is striped or floral or flocked. And there's seating, a merrily glowing fireplace, a drinks cabinet, a bookshelf and even a piano - everything one needs for a rick-rollicking par-tay.
So long as you weren't inhuman-looking and/or leering at the camera with a bloodstained knife in your hand, you can probably handwave being invited if your mun wants to do so for whatever reason. Inviting strangers is probably a bad idea in the mansion, but hey, the alcohol is flowing free and Daniel has never been the most sensible dude. And if you do fit one of the two categories listed above, this narration encourages you to try your luck anyway.