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slayer_fray ([personal profile] slayer_fray) wrote2005-08-11 03:42 pm
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[Milliways: Suite 132 Suitewarming]

Lilly and Mel have out done themselves.

There's no theme to this party, no gimmicks, other than the 'welcome to our suite and please get very drunk' idea, and this aim has been faciliatated by the huge numbers of bottles of all sorts of alcohol covering the galley kitchen. The breakfast bar boasts five huge bowls of punch, the dining table is covered in assorted snacks and dips, and brightly coloured balloons cover the floor, and, despite the best efforts by a certain boyfriend to use helium for comedy voice purposes, the ceiling as well.

The door to the main bathroom stands open, and a large pile of freshly laundered towels stand on the way to the hot tub, above which a large sign declares: clothing optional.

Mel's bedroom door is shut and locked, protecting weaponry and other valuables, while Lilly's room is opened, and her Bathroom is very clearly labelled.

Out on the balcony, the barbeque takes pride of place among a vast amount of meat, just waiting to be made use of.

The centre of the living area is cleared, but a box of Twister has been placed very obviously on top of the locked entertainment centre.

Suite 132 is open for business

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-12 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Later on, Mike is found by his favorite room mate, only room mate, whatever...

"Michael," Indy says seriously, and a tad sheepishly. "You're needed on the balcony."
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[personal profile] mnt_mike 2005-08-12 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't do it! I swear. It's his fault."

Mike points to a random passerby.

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-12 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy frowns harder. "No. I did it. Or didn't do it. Or something."

"Anyway... um, the grill..." He shifts his eyes sideways toward the french windows, wincing as some black smoke curls past them.
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[personal profile] mnt_mike 2005-08-12 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Mike looks out towards the balcony then back at Indy.

"Oh Indy...you didn't."

[identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com 2005-08-12 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy looks quite frantic, and very guilty. "New fangled grill and fuel and stuff..."

His eyes say help! as he grabs a few wet towels and starts making his way back to the balcony. He takes a very round about route though, smiling and cutting up with a few people he passes along the way. Then he feigns shock at seeing the smoking grill, shouts "aww, crap! who was cooking?" and hurries out to try and fix the mess that somebody else made.
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[personal profile] mnt_mike 2005-08-12 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
This brings a new meaning to facepalm. Mike is tempted to just disappear, and not have to deal with this, but it would be cruel to the animals who gave their lives for the feast to have them destroyed in this way.

Plus, he's really hungry.

With little to no fanfare, Mike skirts his way around the meandering people, and makes his way outside.