jello? jello anyone?

[negaverse]

[And so, later after that absolutely lovely end to the trial, the guests of the Murder Manor (tm) will find themselves with an invitation slipped under their doors. The handwriting is godawful but still legible, hopefully. They're not signed by anyone though. 

 

PARTY FOR THE DEAD GUY IN THE DINING ROOM

FOOD AND DRINK PROVIDED BY YOURS TRULY

Though, when you actually get there the food is.... definitely not anything you'd ever want to eat. There's chicken in jello, vegetables in jello, cake in jello. Like, nothing is free of jello.

Oh, and the drinks? Among them is a bowl labeled vodka, but it's definitely not vodka. It's actually straight up vinegar, but no one has to know that right? 

Last but not least is an absolutely lovely banner made out of a bed sheet hanging over the door that leads into the area that just says "FUCK YOU" in big letters.

Anyway, go wild. Have a awful great time.]

 

Comments

[upgradeit]

Promise I won't either.

[He holds out his hand, pinkie extended, because if we're gonna do this death flag we're gonna do this death flag.]

[nachosquire]

[oh heck yes we're going to do this death flag

Of course Marco reaches out and wraps his finger around Hiro's, and he offers him a smile in return. Pinky promises are forever so you're definitely not going to murder anyone right Hiro....... right...]

I hope you realize I'm going to kick your butt if you ever actually do snap and kill someone.

[upgradeit]

Of course. Whoever lies has to swallow a thousand needles.

[Yubikiri are serious buisness, okay? Hiro is definitely not going to murder a man for (1) corn chip.]

[nachosquire]

Swallow a thousand whaaaaaaa?

[Um. Hiro. That's a big leap from getting your ass kicked.]

[upgradeit]

Isn't that how the song goes? [He singsongs:] "If you tell a lie, you can drink a thousand needles and I'll cut your pinkie off."

[nachosquire]

......what kind of music have you been listening to?

[he'd like to say that's a cute nursery rhyme but no it's. it's not]

[upgradeit]

It's what you say when you make a pinky promise. [He thinks about that for a second.] I think there's another version about needles in your eyes too, but I don't remember it.

[nachosquire]

[...]

Okay, how about we don't shove needles anywhere and instead get a free punch to the eye? Sound fair?

[hiro you're scaring him]

[upgradeit]

[Why are you looking at him like that!! It's a perfectly normal thing to say when you make a promise!!]

. . . Yeah, that's fair.

[nachosquire]

[WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD!!]

Good, then it's a deal.

[...........just gonna take his pinky back and ignore the fact that they've been holding fingers for like five minutes]

[upgradeit]

[...... oh. Yeah, uh. Hiro's just gonna stick his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and act cool, 'cause haha. Ha. He was basically holding hands with Marco for waaaaaaay longer than, like. Necessary? Or socially acceptable?

He needs to change the subject, otherwise this is gonna get weird.]

Hey, so. Can you teach me how to make pizza or something? I never really learned how to cook and I'm, uh. Feeling the effects of that decision right now.

[SMOOTH.]

[nachosquire]

[Yep, Marco's going to mirror Hiro and put his hands in his own hoodie pocket, and he offers him a slightly awkward looking smile.]

Oh, uhhh... yeah! Real, jello-free food sounds good right now.

[So with that, he'll just start to walk towards the kitchen, nodding at Hiro to follow him.]

[upgradeit]

[Hiro kind of trails after him, trying to pretend they are Totally Normal Friends Doing Totally Normal Stuff, which is . . . about the farthest thing from true there could be.]

Okay, so I know you're not about avocado and shrimp, but how do you feel about pineapple? Are you also one of those anti-pineapple people?

[nachosquire]

[That question has Marco hum a little bit as he thinks it over, as if that's a question that even needs time to think about it.]

It depends on my mood. Some days I hate pineapple on pizza, and other days I'm totally down for some P on my P.

[upgradeit]

P on your P? [Hiro snorts, because he's a teenage boy and that sounds incredibly dirty.] Really? That's how you're gonna word that?

[nachosquire]

[Hiro stop you're embarrassing him--]

I-it's just letters, man! Don't make it weird!

[upgradeit]

You're the one who said it! [He's laughing.] I didn't do anything.

[nachosquire]

Yeah but I didn't mean--

[Marco just lets out a groan and pulls his hoodie up, pulling the strings to tighten it around his face to hide him from further shame.]

L-let's just get some pizza already!

[upgradeit]

Yeah, yeah. I'm starving, teach me how to make a pizza, Mr. Pizza God.

[Hiro's just gonna lean against the kitchen counter, because he has . . . literally no kitchen skills. His kitchen skills stop at "reheating last night's leftovers."]

[nachosquire]

Pff.

[Marco makes some kind of derivative noise at Hiro's title, and he opens his hood back up so he can actually see what he's doing.]

Well first of all you're gonna need to make the crust with flour, yeast, olive oil, water, salt, and just a piiinch of sugar. Think you can handle that, Avocado Boy?

[upgradeit]

[Hiro absolutely has the look of someone who can't actually handle what the fuck is going on, but he is doing his best to pretend like he has got this Under Control.]

Yeah, totally. [He's just gonna . . . get those ingredients. Then, uh. Stare at them a little.] Is there, like, an order to this or do I just throw everything together?

[nachosquire]

[Marco grins a little bit in amusement at Hiro's obvious lack of pizza knowledge, and he goes over to a cupboard somewhere and pulls out a big bow, to fill with warm water.]

Yeah if you put all of this together, you're going to just get a big gloppy mess instead of dough.

[He sets the bowl on the counter and grabs the yeast, pouring in some with some measuring cup he grabbed at some point or something idfk]

You wanna put the yeast in warm water and wait five minutes for it to dissolve. It'll start, like, foaming and stuff when it's ready.

[Just gonna set that down there and lean against the counter while he waits.]

....you know the dough is gonna have to sit for like an hour, right?