[ 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

[amethysts]

[Libby would never be serious about that. She just thinks Rickon is sweet, and adorable, and heartbreakingly vulnerable.]

You are very gracious, sir wolf.

I am already pledged to a star anyway.

[rickon]

what about the lemon cakes

[Priorities. Rickon Stark has them.]

[amethysts]

Rickon

Duh.

[rickon]

oh
this party is for that smelly man
no i dont want his lemon cakes
he smells like hedge hogs

[amethysts]

He only seems smelly.

When you know he is wicked awesome and honourable.

He saved my life once.

[rickon]

even stinky men can be brave

[amethysts]

I have a magic sense of smell and he smells good.

If you argue I won't save any lemoncakes.

[rickon]

i will make my own
i dont need yours then

[amethysts]

When you know him is is an amazing person. He's brave and doesn't lie ever.