Twentieth Race

[gingerspeedster]

[ Oh no! A sad face! ]

Bad news, guys. I asked, and the Admiral says no pizza party.

[ He pauses for the inevitable sigh of disappointment before turning determined. ]

But Dracula's right, we could use a decent party. I know a few people who can supply music. What do you say, Kitchens? Cook us up something special? [ And a grin, ] I can handle the

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[feels_no_love]

Let me check my calendar.

...no, nothing nefarious planned for tomorrow night. Carry on....

[gingerspeedster]

Alright, so that's one disaster I can mark off the list.

[mightymorbid]

What is pizza?

[gingerspeedster]

You've never had pizza before?

[mightymorbid]

No.

[gingerspeedster]

It's bread with tomato sauce and cheese melted on top of it, sometimes other things too. It's a staple of the American diet.

[notiaraincluded]

Looks like everyone's in a partying mood.

[gingerspeedster]

Better than being in a murderous mood any day.

[notiaraincluded]

No kidding.

[gingerspeedster]

You in?

[love_dont_roam]

A party?

I'm not terrible at cooking. I could help.

[gingerspeedster]

Have you ever made pizza before? It sounds like it might be mandatory.

[young_idealist]

I don't mind a party.

[gingerspeedster]

If anyone minds the noise, I can take us all up to the CES. It's a win-win situation!

[young_idealist]

It wouldn't be noise... I should go. It looks like Count Dracula will be there.

[gingerspeedster]

You should! Come along, have a good time. We're all friends here.

...Mostly.