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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[bwilberforce.livejournal.com]

((XD It's fine))

“Ah, I’m Bertie Wooster. Bertram, actually, but everyone calls me Bertie.” I pondered the question for a moment. “Well, what types do you have to offer? I figure I’d look quite ridiculous asking for something only to find out you only have pizza with parsnips or gelatin or some other such concoction.” I couldn’t for the life of me imagine why anyone would have pizza make of strange vegetables, but to each his own, I’ve always said.

[astronutty.livejournal.com]

((My inbox fails at life. *smacks it* So sorry!))

"John Crichton," Harvey replied "NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU BASTARD," John screamed. Harvey ignored him. "Pleased to meet you. And yes, I'm afraid we only have the normal varieties of pizza. Pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, mushroom, peppers, and ham-and-pineapple. I'm particularly fond of the ham-and-pineapple, myself."

"And I hate it," grumbled John. "If I didn't already know you were out to get me ..."

[bwilberforce.livejournal.com]

((It's fine - I've been super busy recently, so good timing for your mail to die. Also, sorry for the length))

“Jolly good to meet you as well, I have to say. Ah, ham and pineapple sounds like it would just hit the spot, you know.”