Party time.

[astronutty.livejournal.com]

There was an announcement on the bulletin board.

"COME ONE, COME ALL to a
PARTY TO REMEMBER!

MUSIC! DANCING! MARGARITAS! PIZZA!

WHERE: Star Tours, Tomorrowland
WHEN: Tonight, sundown
WHO: You, of course

RSVP not required; just bring an open mind and your dancing shoes!

-- *there are scribbles here, as if several signatures were written and then crossed out* John Crichton and I will kill you, you damn son of a"

Harvey smiled as he admired his handiwork. It'd been too long since he'd gotten out to see John's friends.

John glared from behind bars. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.

"I'm making an effort to meet these nice people. After all, it doesn't do to stay cooped up in your head all day. It's unhealthy. Liable to make me a sociopath." Harvey grinned unnervingly. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

((As threatened, Harvey wants to party. Heh. It rhymes. Use the thread below for discussion, partying, what-not. Meet John! Meet Harvey! Meet both in the same sentence!

Also, apologies for not being around more -- both Real Emo Life and school have been kicking my ass something fierce.))

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[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"No, you're right, this is more the format for an intervention." Logan watches the pizza manuever, showing no inclination to grab any himself. For all he knows it's dosed. Well, actually, that would almost be an argument for eating it... "I think 'Crowley's got all the booze' is the second thing they tell people after 'Welcome to the Happiest Place on Wherever, don't worry about getting an exit handstamp.' So why exactly did you say margaritas?"

[astronutty.livejournal.com]

"Who would we be intervening for? And would I have to tell all my personal problems? Because that would be a little ... difficult."

Harvey swallows a bite of pizza before answering. "Margaritas and pizza are a bit of an inside joke with a ... friend of mine. But I can make you a virgin one, if you'd like."

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

"Because he's a psychopathic, lowlife, dirty rotten liar," John growled to Logan inside his head before shouting, "He makes Al Capone look like Tickle Me Elmo!" Well, Scorpius definitley did, Harvey by proxy.

God damnit it was hard screaming when no one could hear you. Where the hell was Cayce? At least if she were here, she'd be able to maybe tell people what was going on. Hopefully, Daniel wouldn't show, though. This was not something he wanted the guy to have to deal with right now.

He turned on Harvey. "Deal? What frelling deal? You never said anything about a deal, Harv. You just took over and you know that's against the rules!"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"No, interventions are where other people tell you all your personal problems," Logan explained patiently. "The upside is you can't be asked to leave for making one of the other participants cry, since that's basically what they're trying to do to you; the downside is you don't get free coffee and circus animal-cookies."

"So do you always post your inside jokes on party invitations public message boards?" Not that the '09ers didn't do the same thing, but there the inside joke was shared by at least a few dozen kids. (Just as well, since it mainly amounted to 'ha, ha, we can read this and they can't. WE R CEWL!1!!') "I'll pass, thanks."