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

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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

[deadened]

Young master Wei--

[it's muffled with HIS FACE BEING GRABBED but it's fine. his cute bun ears twitch, and he doesn't try to pull away.]

I can, b-but don't cook for me, I'm still adjusting...

[givethemhell]

[HIS CUTE BUN EARS!! He loves Bun Ning almost as much as he loves his regular zombie.]

Ah... [WILTING. But Wen Ning will (maybe) be able to tell he's just joking. Probably. Perhaps. Anyway--] Mm, alright, alright. I won't cook for you this time. But let me know when you've adjusted! Let me know right away!

[deadened]

I will-! I'd like for you to, but... even the pizza was a little strong...

[he hasn't tasted in thirteen years and wwx's cooking will end his poor mouth.]

[givethemhell]

[THE PIZZA WAS STRONG?? He squints, looking for a second like he's getting a headache.]

Ah... Well! I guess it makes sense. It's been a while, after all. Hah - guess you won't readjust to my levels of cooking in the time we have left, hm?