[ 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!

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voice; filter

[doggedly]

[stiiiiill so unsure, those were precious goods that were threatened, and he could take her yeah but that doesn't mean he liked hearing said threats, but...]

Yeah, well. What sort of cake are you two working on--I'm only in if it's something decent. For Edgeworth, as much as it is for myself, because I'm not going to a party if there's shit cake. And what are you doing for libations?