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

[nachosquire]

Only until recently?

[Marco scoots a little bit to give her some room, and he curious looks at her.]

What made you stop?

[lostbutnotaboy]

Well... [HERE WE GO]

I suppose it all started when a boy ate my notebook.

[nachosquire]

[....]

That's the worst excuse I've heard in my life.

[is that the new "dog ate my homework"?]

[lostbutnotaboy]

It's not an excuse! It really did happen, and I was quite cross with them too.

[It's literally the smallest thing she can be mad about now, but she needs this kind of distraction.]

It was an important notebook too, full of places to go, and things to do.