IS IT BREAKFAST TIME, PARTY CAT?

[kitty_nakoji]

No.

It's IT'S PARTY TIME

It's a SLUMBER PARTY to be specific. Kid's stuff, you say? Well, it's a good thing your characters are all kids now. And man, this party looks AWESOME. We've got things like six-foot party subs, an exorbitant amount of pizza, and at least enough Skittles and red cream soda to make your spit hurt! There are balloons, R-

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[vsyourface]

[Twelve-year-old Scott is hogging the NES hardcore right now. He is using it. You can't. Unless you want to play Bomberman with him. Also, he took your cupcake. Deal with it. He didn't see your name on it.]

[mirthfulness]

[That's okay, bro. He can find another one. He's all for sharing.

However, now you may have to deal with a child-sized grub with horns crawling around you and trying to figure out what you're doing.]

[vsyourface]

[Totally engrossed by vidjagames. He barely notices for now as he noms on sugar and lays more bombs down. The crawling around does tickle some, though. Eventually it starts to tickle more.]

Ehehe. Hehehe. Teeeeeheehe stop it!! Hey!

[mirthfulness]

[This is a very large grub, Scott.

It may just eventually crawl into your lap like some strange cross between a cap and a caterpillar. All your crumbs are his.]

[witchdetective]

[ Someone took her cupcake. Erika doesn't know who, but she's stomping around trying to find them.

Maybe she is stomping towards YOU. ]

[dahliahasthorns]

[Well excuse Dahlia, princess! Erika's stomping around just made her spill punch all over her pretty white dress!]

Hey! Look where you're going, why don't you?!

[witchdetective]

[ Erika looks at Dahlia's dress. There is no clue for cupcake-thief finding, so it is irrelevant. Therefore, Dahlia is irrelevant. ]

If you're not gonna help me find out who took my cupcake, then get out of my way.

[dahliahasthorns]

Your stupid cupcake is more important than my dress? My dad paid a lot for this, you know! You can just get another cupcake, but this dress is stained forever.

I think you owe me a cupcake now.

[hairraising]

[Rapunzel is about seven years old, dressed in a precious pink party dress, and completely overwhelmed but also so totally excited. She has never seen this many people in one place before, especially not kids her own age. She's not sure what she did to convince Mother to finally let her out of her room for once, but oh boy oh boy she is going to make the most of it.

Oh, and her hair is still trails several feet behind her at this age. Unfortunately for Rapunzel, she is not aware of the tendency little boys have towards tugging on little girls' hair, and so she just lets it trail behind her everywhere as she runs around, taking in all the new sights, sounds, and smells.]

[anemptydecapo]

[Off in the corner of the slumber party house basement, right under the stairs, is a little boy who's hair has not gone white yet. He isn't really doing anything aside from watching, allergic to the very notion of "go make some friends and have fun", but on closer inspection, he is at least eating something.

Jalapenos. That he stole from the refrigerator upstairs.

He is not going to share.]

[slipperymagic]

[Ten year old Howell is nothing like the adult he will become, except for that he still really, really doesn't want to have to talk to any of these strangers. He's terrified of everyone, in fact. He's bony and awkward with braces and a complexion that already leaves a lot to be desired. Although he's been spending the party trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone, he notices that there's a boy under the stairs. Howell has no intention of striking up a conversation with him (... or anyone else), even if he thinks it's really weird.

But then he gets a look at the jar that the boy has, and... is he really going to eat those? He can't stop himself from staring to see if he's really, really going to eat the jalapenos right out of the jar.]

[anemptydecapo]

[Yes, he is eating them right from the jar. The jar was still pretty full when he got it and the expiration date looked like it would be coming in soon, so the owners wouldn't mind if it went missing. Not when they had all these pizzas.

...eventually, though, he notices the lanky boy staring at him.

So he stares back.]

...

[slipperymagic]

[OH NO OH NONONO HE NOTICED HIM. IS IT TOO LATE TO PRETEND HE WAS JUST LOOKING BY CHANCE? Howl tries to turn away casually, but he knows that yes, it's too late, and now the embarrassment is threatening to kill him. Kill him. And it's not like anyone would care either. He should just roll over and die and do everyone a favor!

... Despite that line of thought, Howell doesn't move. He feels obligated to say something.]

Uhhh. [Long, awkward pause, followed by obvious skepticism.] Are those... good?

[mirthfulness]

[There is now a large, purple, horned grub with a mop of black hair nomming on the end of a submarine sandwich.

Please don't attempt to squish it.]

...I need to get myself another grub icon.

[mirthfulness]

[Gamzee gives something of a squeak when poked.

He stares back uncertainly, then offers the sandwich over with four little feet.]