[ voice | sorry for party rocking ]

[amethysts]

Hey, Tranquilized!

I know you're all working on a calender, bUT by my mark it's Septemeber 10th. So in two days it's Miles Edgeworth's birthday. Active invites to anybody who knows he'd want him there, and if you're an a--a jerk trying to gatecrash I will hit you with a taser and some rebar. So don't. Especial invites to John Watson, Jack New York Face, Alayne Wolf Girl, Sirius I Won't Eat Your Dude Parts, Jenna Awesome Weed Lady, and Jane Jesse's Girl.

Tenth floor common area, unless anybody has a better place.

[filtered from miles edgeworth]

Does anyone know how to make a cake? Or like...punch? Or party food in general? I got decorations, just--I can't cook. I can pay. Like, a lot.

[open | amended later]

This party isn't obligatory.

[open | even later]

And you don't need to bring presents!

Comments

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

...Apologies. "Chill"?

[voice]

[amethysts]

Relax? You shouldn't be planning your own party.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

...Oh. Quite. Well. Indeed. Then I shall do so.

[voice]

[amethysts]

Except tell me how you like your steak cooked.

[voice] It hurts me to type this

[jurisimpudent]

Well-done.

[voice] Sometimes characters make bad calls okay

[amethysts]

[Miles is lucky Libby has only read about steak.]

Rad! Done.

[voice] SOOOB

[jurisimpudent]

My thanks.

[voice] I blame von Karma

[amethysts]

Now go away and do other stuff, you goof.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

Er...Very well.

[voice]

[amethysts]

And prepare for your first space birthday. Of amazing!