Following the Celine Dion concert, the partiers mood is sober and somber. They hit up a nearby buffet because the second-best way to cope with tragedy is to eat mountains of cafeteria-quality food.
Heres to Palmer, says Whosis, raising a glass of tomato juice.
Seems wrong to toast someone with tomato juice.
Im on a cleanse, okay? I need to slim down for the wedding.
I think youve come to the wrong place for a cleanse
A loud banging and cursing noise interrupts everyone.
Stupid king crab legs. Why wont you break open?
Whosis chuckles. Seems like you need a hammer for that.
Everyones eyes widen (they cant gasp because their mouths are full) and they push their chairs back from the table, looking at each other warily.
Whosis, busy picking at his dressing-free salad, doesnt notice. He thinks about how the cleanse will be worth it, and how hell fit into the tuxedo Swamped picked out for him. Hell be able to ask her honey, do these pants make my butt look big and she will reply no without snorting loudly, or choking
wait choking?
Whosis looks up, his daydream interrupted. Someone has fallen face first into his mountain of cafeteria-quality food. Jumping up quickly (and accidentally spilling his glass of tomato juice so he wont have to drink it), Whosis rushes over and grabs the choking person from behind. He tries to perform the Heimlich maneuver, but just ends up awkwardly groping him. Whosis notices that the choking persons chest feels soft
like a bag of sand...
From a certain angle, the two people bucking back and forth in the middle of a buffet looks like... well you know. Whosis loses his balance and the two of them fall to the ground, still flailing and moving around. Eventually, a nondescript piece of food flies out.
Climbing to his feet, Whosis hand touches something soft. He looks down and sees a wig on the ground.
Wha- his eyes dart over to the coughing person near him. His hair was long, flowing, and brown.
Thats a girl!
This is like that scene in Mrs. Doubtfire.
Nah, Mulan.
Mulan is Asian though.
Thats not the point
Sawneeks stands up, glaring. Thanks for saving my life, I guess.
Whosis clears his throat. So youre one of the party crashers. No girls allowed at a bachelor party. Were going on without you. Lets go.
Zippedpinhead has been removed from the party.
Welcome to Las Vegas, Zippedpinhead!
You are Sawneeks. Your name sounds like a cheap Chinese knock-off version of Sonic. But then again, SEGA has been treating Sonic like a cheap knock-off for years (heyooooo). You are in Vegas for some fun times with your besties when you spot Swamped's fiancé Whatshisface, accompanied by an entourage of GAFians. It can only be a bachelor party. You drop everything and set off in pursuit of the group. How could they neglect to invite you?
You are the mafia 2-shot tracker. Twice, during the night phase, you may PM me the command TRACK: <playername>. You will receive back a list of any players that your target visited. You may use both of your actions in the same night.
Your fellow mafia partners are [redacted]
You have access to a private scum chat here: [redacted]
You may perform the faction kill by submitting the command FORCIBLY REMOVE: <target>
You have also been entrusted with the power to VOTE for someone every day in order to remove them from the party.
You win when your team makes up at least half of the remaining player list.
Remember, it is night time. No one should be posting in this thread.
See you in: