This Used to Be the Life but I Don't Need Another One

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Well Ratigan couldn't care less about what happened, but he really didn't get his fill of partying from the bar and everyone simpering wasn't how he wanted it to go down. Soon after the trial little notes are slipped beneath each door.]

You are cordially invited to a mourning party in the lobby. RVSP ASAP.

[In the lobby Thalia will have moved some tables to the lobby and provide her choice dish of cheeseburgers along with a smattering of bread, fruits, and vegetables. Reyna will have brought along hot chocolate galore.

For those that aren't your thing? Well in honor of the recently departed there's pine tree shaped cookies (Thanks Thalia.) and triangle crackers with cheese (thanks...Ratigan?). And there's a helping of drinks if the bar wasn't enough for you wink wink. Ratigan has every intention of making this a party.]

Comments

[hallotween]

We need to find a way to work together, at least. We may not all like each other that much, but we do have a common enemy, right? We just need to make everybody focus on hating the Narrator.

[theduck]

Especially after today.

[He'd seen how suspicious everyone else had been, after the Narrator called for the sudden vote. He was glad, at least, that they were all seemingly in agreement concerning their distrust of him.]

We can't keep pretending he's here to help us. From now on, we ought to just do everything ourselves.

[hallotween]

Right! Gosh, what most people here need is a good dose of therapy, but... Well, we'll figure out something to get everybody together!