Party in memory of the great Brian Jacques

[Iamthatis]

Got to go bye bye have fun.

[Blaggut]

Blaggut walks in, and Mousebabe and that mole instantly begin hugging him. "BlackGuts! Yay!" They say as he tussles their head fur. He grabs a flask of ale, the dibbuns still clutching his legs.

[The Skarzs]

Here! Have some October ale, both of ye newcomers!

[Rainshadow]

  Rain accepts the ale, nodding thankfully as she attempts to get the soup out of her headfur.  She takes a sip of ale, her eyes widening shortly after.  "Wow!" she croaks, coughing.  "That's a bit strong for me.  Strawberry fizz?"

[The Shade]

"Woah woah, when we start talking about ourselves in third person?" Shade asked no one in particular.

[Rainshadow]

  Rainshadow winks.  "Since I walked in.  Don't ever invite a writer to an RP-like thread unless you want them to write about themselves in the third person.  Or I could do first person if you like."

  I reach out and grab a tankard of strawberry fizz, smelling it and smiling before taking a long gulp.  "Much better than ale," I say quietly before picking up a piece of bread and walking around the table to my seat.

[Rusvul]

Rusvul shook his head. "No, no no. First person makes no sense. Third person. THIRD PERSON!" He proclaimed, finishing with a shout. Um, anyway. Anyone care for a friendly match of stab-all-the-things?

[Rainshadow]

  Rain stabs the bread she was holding with a knife, the tankard of strawberry fizz still in her hand.  "I stabbed my bread!" she exclaims, pulling the hilt of the knife, thus bringing the bread up to her mouth.  Taking a bite of the bread, she grins, letting out a sound of pleasure.  "Mmm!  My compliments to the chef."

[The Shade]

"All things? Besides ourselves of course," Shade smirked. "Brought any electric buyonets with you Rus?"

[Rusvul]

"Stab-all-the-things is a game where you stab all the things. Are you a thing? No, you're a person. It doesn't involve stabbing people. The first person to stab all the things wins. Usually my opponent forfeits before the game ends. There's a lot of things to stab in the world. We start with this room and fan outwards. And yes, I have some electric bayonets. Shall we begin?" Rusvul explained, holding out a pair of black steel bayonets with a notch in the tip brass wire inlay, and a glowing, translucent blue crystalline power cell. Flipping a small switch, he showed Shade as energy coursed through the blade and arced across the notch. With a grin, he fastened one each to a pair of poles.

[BlueRose]

Rose wakes up from her deadtime. "Sorry about that!!!" She notices all the people who have joined in and grins. "Yay! Welcome!" Suddenly, her grin turns evil. "Food fight!!!" Grabbing several pasties, she throws them at Rain and Skarzs before ducking beneath the tables.

[The Skarzs]

"Why. This was a party in memory of the best author in the world, and this is what it turns into? A violent RP?" Skarzs asks, but is silenced by a well-aimed pasty. He pulls out his falcate and a dagger and begins stabbing all the food and every thing, flinging them at the others from the blade points.

[BlueRose]

"Mwahahahahah-" Rose is hit by raspberry turnover in the middle of her evil laugh. Enraged (slightly), she attempts at retaliation with a large fruitcake.

[The Skarzs]

Skarzs opens his mouth wide as the fruitcake sails in. He hoped The solid loaf did not crack a tooth. "Take this! FOOD FIGHT!!!!" He flings a massive cooked trout back.

[BlueRose]

Rose barely dodges the trout, and begins a barrage of candied chestnuts. "Hiiiyaaah!"