Party time.

[astronutty]

There was an announcement on the bulletin board

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[anthony_crowley]

((Just fair warning, there's a lot going on right now with the talent show and movie watching and Valentine's day weirdness, which is just going to get weirder. If you hold the party now, the attendance may be a little sparse... Not to be discouraging, I'm just saying...))

[astronutty]

((Understandable. I think I'll foward-it to ... day after Valentine's? Will decorations be down by then? (Also the potential for party!drama post mortem.) Just wanted to get the post up while Harvey was still talking to me.))

[anthony_crowley]

((Oh, I wasn't saying that you had to forward date it or back date it. I just mean our players are really heavily involved in other things as a whole right now. I mean, I think I've got something like ten active threads now and couldn't throw my characters into another to save my life. As long as you're aware that not many people are likely to show, it's absolutely fine with me. XD Oh, and decorations come down a couple days after Valentine's.))

[astronutty]

((Understandable -- if life weren't kicking me and if I got around to apping the other chars in my head I'd be running amok (amuck? I can never remember how it's spelled) as well! Harvey will pout, but I understand that people are busy. He might throw a vengeful party in a few days and try to give everyone food poisoning if no one shows, though.))

[thebadboyfriend]

So something about the announcement seemed a little off - it wasn't usually a good sign if someone started threatening themself in their own writing - but hey. Party. Or if not party, some form of entertaining mayhem at least.

Logan showed up at sundown and was somewhat annoyed to find himself the first person there. This having no life thing was pathetic. Seeing John, he waved.

"Hey, so. Good refreshments choice. I admire your bold unconcern for the linings of people's stomachs. Where exactly are these margaritas of which you write?"

[under_arrest_d]

It was the promise of margaritas that brought Leon. And here D had given him the impression there was no alcohol, that lying son-of-a-bitch.

And then he saw what looked like a teenager asking about the margaritas. It wasn't that Leon had never gotten drunk when he was underage, but he was a cop now. "Came for the drinks, did you?" he asked, crossing his arms.

He was probably never going to understand how a homicide detective ended up doing stuff like stopping people from robbing old ladies, or kids from beating up dogs, or underage kids drinking, but he didn't really mind.

((...XD I'm sorry.))

[thebadboyfriend]

((Don't be. XD!))

Logan knew that tone of voice. He knew that stance. He also knew very well that there wasn't any kind of legitimate police or sheriff's department around the park, unless you counted Mickey's Amazing InvisiCops. So even if he'd been inclined to heed authority - which, ha! - this guy clearly had no jurisdiction. Creative mayhem opportunity? Check.

Smiling brightly, he answered, "Damn skippy! How 'bout you?"

He thought about tacking on an '...officer?' there at the end, but decided that would be overkill.

[under_arrest_d]

Leon's eyes narrowed. "Can I see some ID?" he asked, deciding to ignore the question. He was half-tempted to add 'son,' at the end, but then he had remembered how much he hated cops who had said that to him when he was younger.

[bwilberforce]

The Woosters are not a shy breed. We may not be the most sparkling diamonds in society's tiara, but neither are we shrinking violets, huddling in a dark corner while the rest of the world does a frisky two-step and dives into the punch bowl wearing a lampshade on its head. I admit to not having the requested dance shoes, but that didn’t seem like a reason to miss a perfectly good party. I would also admit to not knowing exactly what a margarita was, but I hadn’t had pizza since Aunt Agatha had dragged me on that blasted holiday to the continent.

“Hello, hello, hello!”

[astronutty]

"And the same to you," Harvey replied smoothly. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you. What kind of pizza may I get you?"

From somewhere inside his head, John grimaced. "I'm almost glad I don't have to meet this guy."

"Then it's a good thing I'm here to be more sociable than you," Harvey retorted. "Really, I don't know what you'd do without me."

"Oh, I don't know, maybe LIVE MY LIFE like a normal person?"

"John, you'll never be normal. Even if I weren't here, you'd still be special."

"I'm getting that." John wished he could sit down, but sitting down meant Harvey won. And Harvey winning was not something John wanted to contemplate.

((Sorry about the crazy italics-talk; they like to snark at each other.))

[bwilberforce]

((XD It's fine))

“Ah, I’m Bertie Wooster. Bertram, actually, but everyone calls me Bertie.” I pondered the question for a moment. “Well, what types do you have to offer? I figure I’d look quite ridiculous asking for something only to find out you only have pizza with parsnips or gelatin or some other such concoction.” I couldn’t for the life of me imagine why anyone would have pizza make of strange vegetables, but to each his own, I’ve always said.

[astronutty]

((My inbox fails at life. *smacks it* So sorry!))

"John Crichton," Harvey replied "NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU BASTARD," John screamed. Harvey ignored him. "Pleased to meet you. And yes, I'm afraid we only have the normal varieties of pizza. Pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, mushroom, peppers, and ham-and-pineapple. I'm particularly fond of the ham-and-pineapple, myself."

"And I hate it," grumbled John. "If I didn't already know you were out to get me ..."

[caycep]

Cayce hadn't really been feeling up to scratch ever since the holiday decorations had gone up, but the notice had caught her attention, especially in light of the scratchouts and all. So she'd decided to go -- but she'd also decided to take a nap. Which meant that she arrived late, missing a bit of the fun, and not really in the best of tempers.

[always_confuzed]

John whooped a short laugh and clambered up to the bars again like an inmate who'd caught Santa Claus coming down the sing-sing chimney for the first time in his forty-year sentence. "There's our girl! Hot damn am I glad to see you, Cayce," she said, knowing she wasn't getting a word of it. It made him feel better to talk. "She's gonna kick your ass, Harv. You wait, you screwed up good now."

At least, that's what he hoped. They needed to stop this whole thing now before it got out of hand.

[astronutty]

((My inbox likes to eat notifications -- sorry I'm just now realizing you replied to this!!))

If there's one thing John's mind neaded more of, it was attractive women. His views on Aeryn notwithstanding, Harvey did enjoy the ladies. (And the gentlemen, but that wasn't important right now.) So Harvey smiled as he approached Cayce, glad John had given him her name.

Harvey glared at John. "Friend of yours?" he hissed. We'll see how long that lasts.

"Hello there. Need a drink?"

[caycep]

Something about the "Hello there" fell oddly on Cayce's ear, but she was, for the moment, too discombobulated to really notice it. "Not just yet," she said. "Just woke up from a nap. How the hell did you talk Crowley out of the tequila?"