Wedding reception!
[The mess hall is set up in the traditional wedding reception. Which is to say, table arrangements are messed up so that hated enemies sit in potato-flinging range of each other. There is a large amount of feasty foodness.
Care bears, properly tamed with application of lasers, are providing care bear stares in the place of alcohol.
Marvin, sitting in the corner, is being used as a music player. The strains of Every step you take~ Every move you make~ I'll be watching you~ fill the mess hall. There is also a kareoke mic plugged in.
Deadpan robot is deadpan. After exposure to Marvin FM for so long, it's surprising she hasn't committed robot seppuku]
The camp has declared that wedding tradition must be followed. I am apathetic to announce that this reception is open to business. Please take your seats, or kill yourselves. Thank you for your co-operation.
(Chan made me their bitch. Blame them, and go wild amongst yourselves. Feel free to get forced in by camp. Open till forever. Enjoy the celebrations, meatbags.
FEEL FREE TO HAVE CAMP FORCE YOUR CHARACTERS INTO POSITIONS. Waiters, serenaders, cooks, anything. You don't have to be good at it, even.
TRUTH SERUM AND HALLUCINOGENS ARE IN SOME DRINKS. Thank Kodachi. Feel free to get the truth serum, the hallucinogens, or both if you want to wake up tommorow thinking it was a dream. Or, of course, none of the above.)
Care bears, properly tamed with application of lasers, are providing care bear stares in the place of alcohol.
Marvin, sitting in the corner, is being used as a music player. The strains of Every step you take~ Every move you make~ I'll be watching you~ fill the mess hall. There is also a kareoke mic plugged in.
Deadpan robot is deadpan. After exposure to Marvin FM for so long, it's surprising she hasn't committed robot seppuku]
The camp has declared that wedding tradition must be followed. I am apathetic to announce that this reception is open to business. Please take your seats, or kill yourselves. Thank you for your co-operation.
(Chan made me their bitch. Blame them, and go wild amongst yourselves. Feel free to get forced in by camp. Open till forever. Enjoy the celebrations, meatbags.
FEEL FREE TO HAVE CAMP FORCE YOUR CHARACTERS INTO POSITIONS. Waiters, serenaders, cooks, anything. You don't have to be good at it, even.
TRUTH SERUM AND HALLUCINOGENS ARE IN SOME DRINKS. Thank Kodachi. Feel free to get the truth serum, the hallucinogens, or both if you want to wake up tommorow thinking it was a dream. Or, of course, none of the above.)