18 - It's still the 4th in Chicago - [Filtered to her friends and to McCullen]
All right, I don't know about the rest of you, but I could stand to blow off some steam. And it's America-Is-So-Much-Better-Than-You day, which I can't just let pass without making something explode.
Gabriel, you can manifest fireworks and food, right? Good old American artery-blockers, please.
Cissie, it only takes one hand to eat a hot dog. You're coming if I have to drag you out on deck myself. Sam, my dear limey bastard, don't think you're getting out of watching us knuckle-dragging cultural throwbacks flaunt our excess just 'cause we can. Howie, you too.
Also, McCullen, you're coming. You can bring a plus one. But you're coming, if I have to pin you and force-feed you a cheeseburger.
Harry. I fully expect you to bring the magic. You and Gabriel can have a sparkle-off or something. And Emily, of course. Though less with the sparkling.
Come on, people. Let's make this place feel a little more like home, shall we?
[OPEN SPAM/PARTYNESS]
Murphy finishes the post from on deck, tucking her comm under her arm and looking up at the sky. She tucks her hands into the pockets of her jacket and closes her eyes, enjoying the breeze generated by the motion of the ship, the self-fulfilling determination to make something good out of the night and the weekend's wardenly train wreck.
She slides the comm into her pocket and stretches, thinking of home, of her family and their own Fourth of July celebrations. She's going to bring a little slice of that here. No matter what else is going on, there's going to be a little sliver of brightness in this place tonight.
[[OOC: The party is just up on deck--anyone who happens to wander up is welcome to join in, but it's just for fun and cuteness--angst-free zone! Well. No intentional angst anyway.]]
Gabriel, you can manifest fireworks and food, right? Good old American artery-blockers, please.
Cissie, it only takes one hand to eat a hot dog. You're coming if I have to drag you out on deck myself. Sam, my dear limey bastard, don't think you're getting out of watching us knuckle-dragging cultural throwbacks flaunt our excess just 'cause we can. Howie, you too.
Also, McCullen, you're coming. You can bring a plus one. But you're coming, if I have to pin you and force-feed you a cheeseburger.
Harry. I fully expect you to bring the magic. You and Gabriel can have a sparkle-off or something. And Emily, of course. Though less with the sparkling.
Come on, people. Let's make this place feel a little more like home, shall we?
[OPEN SPAM/PARTYNESS]
Murphy finishes the post from on deck, tucking her comm under her arm and looking up at the sky. She tucks her hands into the pockets of her jacket and closes her eyes, enjoying the breeze generated by the motion of the ship, the self-fulfilling determination to make something good out of the night and the weekend's wardenly train wreck.
She slides the comm into her pocket and stretches, thinking of home, of her family and their own Fourth of July celebrations. She's going to bring a little slice of that here. No matter what else is going on, there's going to be a little sliver of brightness in this place tonight.
[[OOC: The party is just up on deck--anyone who happens to wander up is welcome to join in, but it's just for fun and cuteness--angst-free zone! Well. No intentional angst anyway.]]