Faculty Party, The Danger Shop, Thursday afternoon through evening

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Invitations had handwavily gone out to all Fandom High faculty:
Party on a cruise ship in the comfort of our own shop!
Thursday, May 3!
The Danger Shop!
Faculty Party!

When the faculty members stepped into the Danger Shop, they saw that it did indeed look like the deck of a cruise ship on a nice, sunny day. There was a snazzy buffet, shuffleboard, deck chairs, a string quartet, and much, much more.

And an open bar.

Above the door leading out of the shop was a banner:



But enough of that. Now it was time to boogie.

[OOC: Post is open all day, huzzah! NPCs are completely free to mod. And, um, sorry about the egregious punnery inside the OCD. This is pretty bad even for me.

ETA: Also, if there are any terrible typos or other general errors anywhere, I wrote this at 3:00 AM. You're lucky I strung three words together, let alone a series of painful puns.]

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The Buffet

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There was a general tropical theme to the food selection. The only difference between this and a typical luau set-up was that the pig was alive, eating the apple, and roasting anyone who came by. That's "roasting" as in "to ridicule or criticize severely or mercilessly."

[OOC: The pig is not a Muppet nor a Looney Tune nor anything else like that. He's just a normal, generic, run-of-the-mill anthropomorphic pig.

Actually, think Babe if Babe learned to speak in human tongues and was voiced by Don Rickles. Adorable but merciless and sounding like an old man!]

Re: The Buffet

[sith_happened]

Anakin, plate in hand, stared at the pig.

The pig snorted. "Get a haircut, kid."

Anakin frowned.

"That was uncalled for," he said sullenly.

"So's your face," the pig replied, rolling its piggy eyes.

"Hey!"

Re: The Buffet

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Hey, blondie," the pig shouted at Elliot as she picked through the pineapple. "Barbie-girl. Padded bra, I'm talking to you."

It didn't seem to need a response, but it got one anyhow. "My bra is not padded and why am I talking to a pig?"

"I dunno, Barbie, but I doubt it's a new experience with the guys you probably date."

Elliot huffed and moved on, thinking the pig might be good practice for her next run-in with Dr. Cox.