DEAR PIZZA PARTY, TODAY IS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY...

[gatonina]

PIZZA PARTY PLANNING COMMITTEE

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On Monday afternoon, regardless of where the Wickets, Ghosts, Thieves and Counselors are, they will each soon find a familiar blue, gray or purple bunny at their feet, circling around them before zooming its way back to the directors' office. It will continue hounding each of them until they follow, leading them into the door marked 3A CONFERENCE. Inside, they will find a couch pushed against one wall, a whiteboard on the wall opposite to the door, and a low circular table with bean bag chairs set around it. There is a water cooler and snack shelf in one corner of the room, and decorative plants can be found here and there. Their rules will remain unchanged. However, that does not mean there haven't been a shift in the status quo. There is no dartboard when they enter the conference room. No choices to make. Nothing. Instead, the group will find stacks of pizza boxes (the brand has been blacked out with a sharpie), ice cream, soda and other assorted treats. In the back of the room, they will spot a handmade banner that reads: CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE FIRED!! 👍👍 After noticing all these things, whichever of them arrives first will notice that Veronica, Junpei and Wen Ning are seated at the low table. Were they always there...? Oh, well. They plop their respective bunny down on their lap and gesture at them to take a seat. It's time to chat.

Comments

[survivaltricks]

[thank god Akira has his leg again!! but in place of a missing leg he now has. . . cat ears and a furry cat tail that lashes behind him when he enters the pizza party]

Oh.






I really sucked at my job, didn't I?

[recrypt]

[ from over with wen ning: ]

Frankly speaking, both of our jobs were fairly useless considering we did need someone to die every week.

[survivaltricks]

Yeah, but if I had guessed correctly, I might've been able to stop at least one person from dying. . .

[THAT IS BETTER THAN HIS 0% HIT RATE]

[asswipe]

You did not.

[Just. Giving him a look. She will fight you, Akira Kurusu.]

Sit. Pizza. Eat.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . a huff, but. he says nothing else as he takes a seat, ears flicking forward]

Yes, boss.

[asswipe]

[She shoves a slice of pizza at him. Everyone in this room is sick of pizza except Veronica. Unfortunate.]

So... What do you think?

[survivaltricks]

[Akira is gonna eat the pizza!! he isn't sick of pizza!!]

Mmm. Of being fired?

[a]

[very long pause]

[. . .]

Do we still have to kill this week if we don't want a TPK?

[asswipe]

[mouthing: T-P-K?

But she shakes her head.]

Technically, we already "won" the competition. No one else needs to die.