All right, let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*incoherent rambling and pointing in the direction of the bar*

(Subtitle: Drinks are at the bar. Bitten-open cans of snacks are on the tables. Please try not to throw up on my shoes. :))

*babbles happily and wanders off*

(OOC: *snerk* Well, I had to play her eventually, right? ;))

Comments

[elessar.livejournal.com]

There's supposed to be? *blinks* Where *did* I put my mask?

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

*stares* Have you no culture? No tastebuds? No sanity? Of course there is! Insulation gives it that aged taste. Kinda like a mudmask. But less chalky.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. I don't go to parties very often, but the guys up at Arkham blackmailed made me go.

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

See, that's your problem. No socialization! No jaw duh veev! You're like Willie.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Well, I like to avoid crowds, they tend to lead to bullying. It brings back too many repressed memories.

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

And how does that make you feel?

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should look in the far corners of the buffet. In my experience, almost any type of desired consumable can be eventually found.

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

*stares*

...Cousin Pretty Boy Shumway? I thought you were on Dave.