olive garden

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🎈GET YOUR ASSES TO OLIVE GARDEN🎈

Sometime in the morning on Sunday, there are little notes that have been slipped under everyone's doors. Written in markers reads the following:

Let's celebrate getting Knuckles back at Olive Garden tonight at 6pm!!!!
Also I'm bored
-Percy

…Yeah………but hey, at least these notes will be customized! Each note has two characters, but, uh, these might not be accurate to who's actually in the room. He doesn't know who everyone's roommates are, so he's just hoping for the best I guess. (Someone's note includes the new guy, More. Shizuka is also on one of these as a pink dolphin with glasses.)

Anyway, the Olive Garden seems to have some balloons floating around. With the current state of the residents, nobody seems to care! There are also chefs in the kitchen who will make whatever you ask, but pushing them around enough will get them to leave the kitchen to anyone who wants to make something. (Thank you Redd.) Drinks are available for everyone, alcohol and regular soft drinks alike, and really? The world is your oyster. … Olive? You get the drill.

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Comments

[toybombs]

It was a good one, don't you think?

[toybombs]

That's probably because of the brainwashing. You have to have various identification in order to travel to other countries, for example.

[Although that does make her wonder if they could get away with catching a flight somewhere else...]

[toybombs]

There's not much point to playing if you don't try to catch lots of others, right?

[saltofthesea]

Wah!

[ Rip Skylark, lifted by man nearly a foot taller than him, though he's sort of kicking his feet. ]

I told you, I can't!

[toybombs]

[...Takes a sip.]

[toybombs]

...Doesn't that just mean your standards are low?

[Taking a drink.]

[toybombs]

[No sippies!]

Not in my own country, at least.

[toybombs]

[Taking a drink!]

[toybombs]

[Safe!]

[toybombs]

[Not taking a drink!]

Eh- how long have you had it?

[sacrificialpawn]

[Oscar just sets him down on the table with a grin.]

D'you need some... no, I don't think you'd like wine... maybe something sweet...

[OSCAR.]

[saltofthesea]

[ Instantly: ]

No thanks.

[nyaxed]

Yeah, that's part'a the point, too.

[Two of them...]

[nyaxed]

[Lark... so sweet...]

Aw, jeez, that's cos y'don't know me all that well, yet.

[saltofthesea]

Yeah, but... If you really were, you probably wouldn't still be standing here, I guess?

[nyaxed]

That's right!

[...Technically, the point is to get drunk and, like, learn about each other, but. Pointed questions.]

[nyaxed]

...Yeah? What's got y'thinkin' that?

[ised]

Ah, yes. Since there is nothing like this in former tribe, it is all...new. Interesting. Maybe a little...daunting.

[The concept of a 'restaurant' is new and strange! And so is its food. He tries to entangle pasta onto the fork, with mixed success]

But feeling of sitting around a lot of food with others...that is something Ed is more familiar with.

[...he had missed that, he really did]

[sacrificialpawn]

[RAISING HIS GLASS TO YOU, SIR.

... and then promptly downing it, who cares that wine is not meant to be chugged.]

[nyaxed]

[RAISING HIS GLASS TO YOU TOO.

And downing it, because that's what they're doing now. Wine isn't meant to be chugged, but it's not like they're running out any time soon, so it's fine. Probably.]

[sacrificialpawn]

[They're both going to need Lark's hangover cure tomorrow, that's for sure...]

[nyaxed]

[Thank u in advance, Lark, your brothers will appreciate it--]

[saltofthesea]

...You don't gotta answer, but were you that kinda kid?

[saltofthesea]

Uh, my gut. ...And that's kinda how it tends to go where I'm from.

[sacrificialpawn]

All right, all right. No alcohol, then. Just thought it might give you a little courage.

[WHY DOES HE REMIND HIM SO MUCH OF ERIC...]