MIGHTY FINE SHINDIG [OPEN]
Characters: Bill (yes, that Bill)
Date/Time: Friday, 4 June; shortly before 2 PM
Location: Silph Co. Headquarters, Saffron City, Kanto
Warnings: Bill-mun does not have a huge selection of appropriate usericons, at the moment!
That will probably be changing as the RP goes on. |Da
Summary/Notes: Bill remembers why he hates fancy to-dos like this.
Anyone and everyone's welcome to join-grumpy!Bill could use the company. 8D
It's been a while since Bill has attended one of these parties. He'd almost forgotten how chafing the tuxedo, how rude the waitstaff, though the drink selection-well, paucity seems pretty new. He tries to sit through the waiter's spiel, but eventually raises a hand to cut him off, and considers what he'd reeled off: sodas and juices, lemonade and sparkling water and, for some reason, MooMoo Milk, in chocolate, strawberry, regular, and banana. Isn't anyone around here over ten? he thinks sourly, and asks for a cherry coke, which still hasn't arrived.
So he hanging out near the refreshments table, observing his fellow partygoers and addressing, quietly, an old, battered satchel that seems quite out of place with his crisp, clean suit- "Hey, Gene, you good in there...? Yeah, I know-but there's nothing I can do about it yet-the opening ceremony's not even started, and this little gizmo is supposed to be revolutionary, you wouldn't want me to miss that, would y-oh, be quiet then."
Date/Time: Friday, 4 June; shortly before 2 PM
Location: Silph Co. Headquarters, Saffron City, Kanto
Warnings: Bill-mun does not have a huge selection of appropriate usericons, at the moment!
That will probably be changing as the RP goes on. |Da
Summary/Notes: Bill remembers why he hates fancy to-dos like this.
Anyone and everyone's welcome to join-grumpy!Bill could use the company. 8D
It's been a while since Bill has attended one of these parties. He'd almost forgotten how chafing the tuxedo, how rude the waitstaff, though the drink selection-well, paucity seems pretty new. He tries to sit through the waiter's spiel, but eventually raises a hand to cut him off, and considers what he'd reeled off: sodas and juices, lemonade and sparkling water and, for some reason, MooMoo Milk, in chocolate, strawberry, regular, and banana. Isn't anyone around here over ten? he thinks sourly, and asks for a cherry coke, which still hasn't arrived.
So he hanging out near the refreshments table, observing his fellow partygoers and addressing, quietly, an old, battered satchel that seems quite out of place with his crisp, clean suit- "Hey, Gene, you good in there...? Yeah, I know-but there's nothing I can do about it yet-the opening ceremony's not even started, and this little gizmo is supposed to be revolutionary, you wouldn't want me to miss that, would y-oh, be quiet then."