RAT PARTY LOG: Day 105

[dorkypantsuit]

Who: Everyone and anyone.
What: A party.
Where The menagerie.
When: Day 105


It’s a rat’s birthday party, and if you’re in the labor crew attendance is mandatory. After watching his department's sense of team spirit drop to dangerous levels Psi has decided to try and force people to have a little fun. Of course, the recent lack of camaraderie among the Labor Department isn’t the sole reason for the party; as Ginko had mentioned, anyone who decides to take a look at Rex the rat king will find a seventh head apparently in the process of emerging from around his shoulder. It’s not quite fully formed yet, essentially just a nose and mouth poking through the fur, but it’s very definitely there.


I. GINKO AND REX
A table has been set up near Rex’s enclosure with a number of rat king-safe treats laid out on it, so as to reduce the risk of visitors giving him something he shouldn’t eat. All the same, Ginko will be spending most of his time near Rex, and keeping an eye on things - just in case he has to, you know, discourage people from putting their fingers too close to the new mouth, or something like that. Fingers are not considered rat king-safe treats.

II. TWISTER AND OTHER FUN GAMES
Psi is here as well obviously, and he does have twister. He won’t actually make you play, but he will call you a wuss if you refuse to join in. Twister isn’t the only game they have available though, as later on Psi will also be forcing allowing people to play “Who Am I?” In this game the name of another person at the carnival is placed on a player’s back. Players then have to guess whose name is on their back by asking questions yes or no questions about that person to other people at the party. (Feel free to pick whatever name you want for your character.) Although Labor Department members have to play, others are welcome to join too.

III. FOOD
But what would a party be without the free food? There’s lots of good stuff. BBQ Ribs, Chicken Adobo, Pork Mango Habanero and for dessert there’s cupcakes in the chocolate and lemon flavored variety. Lar’s made it all so feel free to be shocked about that.

((OOC: As this is a party log feel free to make your own top-levels))

Comments

[tacosgay]

"Well, I'd say they've been more ominous than rough, really. I mean, all I've really had time to experience so far is a bunch of people informing me that I'm basically wanged over the radio, and then I got invited to a party for a rat, so that's okay, I guess." He shrugs lightly, spreading his arms in a "what can you do?" gesture. "But, uh... boy, I've sure heard some things, I'll tell you that."

[fourthscribe]

"Well, that's probably better than stumbling into a drugged-out skeleton monster somehow phased through the ground for first impressions!" Tanyuu chuckles and grins. "What sort of things have you heard specifically?"

Always best to head off bad rumors at the pass, after all.

[tacosgay]

Taako listens to that description of hers... and then he giggles nervously, eyes wide.

"Um... what?"

She... might have derailed his train of thought with that a bit.

[fourthscribe]

"Hm? Oh--don't worry, Sans isn't any form of undead. As I understand it, his race is physically formed out of pure magic; he just has the...hm, unfortunate luck to look similar to human bones."

She also tokes with him on the regular, so that helps her impression of him.

"As for why he was in the ground...he has some form of spatial-warping abilities, and he was high as a kite at the time. I'm sure you can guess from there."

[tacosgay]

"... wait. So you're telling me that this place has a skeleton that isn't a skeleton, who is on drugs, and he can teleport? While on drugs?"

Holy fucking shit. He's on the edge of laughter, honestly.

[fourthscribe]

Tanyuu's smile widens in turn, and she nods with clear amusement. "He also happens to be our Warden. He's a very funny man, but you'd best be ready for plenty of puns."

[tacosgay]

"Holy shit!" Taako actually does break into giggles then, an odd, high-pitched sound. "Okay, maybe this place isn't gonna be as much of a bummer as I thought, if you've got fuckin'... pun-making skeletons wandering around, working high-ranking jobs. My goodness!"

He seems to thoroughly enjoy that thought.

"... wait, where do people even get drugs from around here? Is there-- do we have a dealer just, chilling?"

[fourthscribe]

Well, at least the man has been reassured about his new residence, if for somewhat odd reasons. She's not going to look that gift horse in the mouth. "Not quite a dealer, per-se; the wealth of opiates was due to the location the carnival was performing at. I do have a cannabis plant that I tend myself, though, and I'm happy to share. Zecora, our doctor, mostly works with herbs for her remedies, so she might have some as well."

[tacosgay]

"... so... you're basically the dealer, is what I'm getting here." He's got a wicked grin on his face; he's teasing her, mostly, but he can't help but feel smug that he's not exactly wrong, either.

[fourthscribe]

It's pretty much impossible for her to stifle her laugh, though she tires admirably. "Well, I suppose you're not wrong. My clientelle are rather limited at the moment, though."