Who: Annie Goldstein, Sara Mudou, The Major
When: idk aroundish this week sometime
Where: Sara's house and then Casa Fuck-Up
What: Annie ate Sara in a non-sexy way during the Break event. They talk about it. The Major finds out. This is the opposite of a positive outcome.
Warnings: The Major. Annie. Mentions of cannibalism. None of these are good things.

Annie has spent the larger part of a half hour pacing outside of Sara's house, wondering if she should knock on the door or not. How does she even go about doing this? "Hey, sorry for, like, eating you and shit, are we still bros?" That probably wasn't going to fly. But, she'll never find out if she keeps standing out here like a fucking idiot.

... So, she throws a rock at the door.

Best idea.

Who: Gamzee and Terezi
When: Backdated to Valentine's Day
Where: Terezi's house (2235 Stevens Road)
What: Sloppy flower-induced makeouts
Warnings: Licking and boobhonking aww yeah

[Well, with Karkat and Jade both having unceremoniously dumped him, Gamzee is now pulling the time-honored tradition of showing up at his...third best friend's...door with a pint of ice cream, pies, and cheesy romcoms that he has stolen from that asshole Karkat. He actually is not a big fan of said movies, but according to research (ie the few things he has picked up from Karkat's sulking fits and romantic advice), they are a cure-all to all quadrant problems.

Knock knock, Pyrope.]

Who: Twilight Sparkle and Emmett Brown
When: Following this
Where: The lab in Florist Shop
What: Discussion about the workings of Mayfield and possible other things
Warnings: None

Emmett lead Miss Sparkle to the his not!mother's Florist Shop, as they comminuted there he obvoiusly wasn't concerned about Twilight leaking out the secert base to anyone else. The bell rang as the door to the Florist Shop was open, Emmett held the door open for Miss Sparkle, "After you." Oddly enough, Emmett wasn't trying to play into this 1950 nightmare, just how he was raised from the earlier part of the century.

Who: Dad, Mom, Latvia, Tsunade, Miakis, Grimsley, and anyone else who likes drinking and setting things on fire.  Basically, if you want to be here, feel free to handwave having talked to Dad and being invited.
When: Backdated to the night of February 11th. See this post for reference.
Where: 311 Miller Street
What: An evening cocktail party followed by a rousing game of snapdragon.  For those who are not familiar with this already, it involves pouring brandy into a bowl of raisins, lighting them on fire, and taking turns pulling them out and eating them.  It's great fun and was apparently popular around the early 1900s for some godawful reason.
Warnings: Drinking and fire.  Let's go with action tags to keep things rolling.  Threadjacking is encouraged.  No thread order necessary.

[Dad recently regained the Sassacre book, and he thought it would be fun to play one of the horrendously dangerous games from it just to see what would happen.  And what better way to enjoy dangerous parlor games for social amusement than with a room full of complete strangers?  That's exactly the scene Dad's setting tonight, so it should be a ripping good time, as the Colonel would say.

Tags should go in the three headers below!  Feel free to mingle.]