murchada: (008)
Cerejeira ([personal profile] murchada) wrote in [community profile] letsplayamurder2025-08-04 08:35 pm
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SLEEPOVER!

On Monday, people will be receiving a note. Either delivered in person by Cerejeira, slid under their door, or... brought via Winion Mail (thanks buddies), everyone gets the same one.



( text version )Slumber Party Invitation

Tonight, at the Bar

Snacks and Drinks Provided

Let's all just chill and have fun, okay?

🌸

True to the invitation, the new and improved Quark's Bar on the third floor has been transformed into a sleepover space. Of course, the long couches and throw pillows already made it a good space for lounging anyway, there are more pillows and some clearly DIY blankets. Near every spot of open floor has something soft and comfy placed down.

Some drinks and snacks are already set out, naturally, plus the replicator is right there. Quark has been helping out with the catering, of course.

...There's a little more decoration than before, too. Some of the flowers from that hallway have been moved and put in the main bar area, but there's some simple paper flowers and paper star decorations around, too, just to liven the place up a little.
brokenhabit: (Even if you call it love)

[personal profile] brokenhabit 2025-08-05 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
...N-No.

But I'm... long dead, back home. And this new body of mine hasn't felt any hunger since I received it so...
markofnobility: (118)

[personal profile] markofnobility 2025-08-05 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
How strange... I suppose if you do not hunger there is no need. But if you can still taste, perhaps you can still enjoy it. Maybe even spitting it like a wine tasting!
brokenhabit: (I just need a little air)

1/2

[personal profile] brokenhabit 2025-08-11 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah... spitting it out might be a bit much...

[ But she is actually thinking about it now. She'd just accepted that it probably wasn't possible anymore because of her current status, took the mockery to heart when there would be lavish, devilish food in front of her that her hand would simply pass through. Food is for the living, not for dead offerings who had become food themselves.

...

Cautiously she reaches out for a pretzel. Even though she just said she didn't need to know what they tasted like having made them so many times before... it's that same familiarity that should help her here. If anything tastes wrong for reasons not the food's fault, tastes like ash on her tongue or makes her immediately want to retch, she would know with her tried and true recipe.

So she carefully takes the tiniest nibble and begins to chew.

... ]
Edited 2025-08-11 17:37 (UTC)
brokenhabit: (Was it fun?)

2/2

[personal profile] brokenhabit 2025-08-11 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And it's fine.

Nothing goes through her, even once she swallows. Nothing tastes wrong, nothing in her body is telling her she should stop. It's her granny's pretzel, as good as it always was, the same taste that takes her back to snacking while star gazing at the top of the bell tower with E--

...Oh.

She might be starting to cry. ]
Edited 2025-08-11 17:39 (UTC)
markofnobility: (123)

[personal profile] markofnobility 2025-08-12 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
...a h.

[He reaches into his breast pocket and pull out his pocket square for her to dab with]

Here.