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

[givethemhell]

Hopefully no one new has popped up... [WHAT'S THAT "LAST TIME I COUNTED" HE'S TIRED.

He also looks briefly confused. Please help, he is the worst kind of mg vet ye olde now, who knows how to play minesweeper but doesn't understand food intolerances.]

What's the lactose intolerant?

[asswipe]

[IT'S JUST A SAYING. STOP.

She raises both of her eyebrows at him, before suddenly remembering. He is a ye olde.]

Uh. It's when dairy products give you— [...] the runs?

[givethemhell]

[Unfortunately he probably has learned that term by now considering they have been both on a boat and in a camp for months.]

Oh! ...How unfortunate. So no pizza or ice cream...?

[He says this in a tone of pity.]

[asswipe]

[She nods, solemnly.]

No cheese or milk, either.

[givethemhell]

That's too sad... Maybe we could take something that looks like ice cream or pizza and give them that, instead?

[LIKE WHAT.]

[asswipe]

What, like... Vegan ice cream and pizza?

[givethemhell]

[The completely blank look on his face right now.]

--What's that?

[asswipe]

What's wha— Oh.

[SHE KEEPS FORGETTING

THE BOAT DID NOT COMPLETELY RUIN HIM FOR THE FUTURE.]

Vegan? It's when you don't use animal products. So, example... no cheese.

[givethemhell]

[THE BOAT ONLY RUINED HIM A LITTLE BIT FOR THE FUTURE. HIS KNOWLEDGE OF FUTURE THINGS IS SO MISMATCHED AND WEIRD.]

Oh! Oh-- Oh? Wait. [SQUINTING.] ...How restrictive! I know of a clan that doesn't eat any meat, but no products from animals at all? Ever?