Video, CW for his usual trashmouth

[trashylittlesecret]

Testing, testing, one two three. Check. Check. Buuuuuellllleeeerrrrr.

In the words of Pink Floyd, hello, hello. Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Or don't, because this is the network and unless you have your video on, we ain't gonna see shit.

Anyway, I know usually a couple other people take care of this, but with the whole ransom rescue B.S. going on, it probably slipped their minds. We might have new people showing up soon, going by the pattern things usually take. Anyone feel like helping set up some kind of welcome wagon apart from whatever the castle's gonna do? Because let's be real, we all know they do about as much to fill new people in as they do to fight the Corroded.

I propose spiked punch for those old enough to need to get smashed. I'll even provide it.

Ideas? Comments? Questions? Concerns? Requests for me to fuck off?

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[woo_oo]

I wanna help, I do, I do, I do!

[trashylittlesecret]

Awesome, Buckets, you're in. You wanna be in charge of decorations? And maybe like ... soda?

[he remembers seeing that spread of food over the network, and he isn't about to subject the newbies to it]

[woo_oo]

Great! I can do that! I've learned so much about both during my time here!

[trashylittlesecret]

See that, you're a natural! Lookin' forward to seeing what you come up with!

[woo_oo]

Well, let me ask you - what would make you feel really welcome?

[trashylittlesecret]

As far as decorations and soda? Um. I do like a good root beer. Or cream soda. Both of those are good. Anything colorful, for decorations. That castle's pretty fuckin' gloomy.

[woo_oo]

So lots of sugar and rainbows! Got it!

[trashylittlesecret]

[rainbows, specifically, for the gay dude. BLESS YOU, WEBBIGAIL. have a grin that's wider and doofier than he probably meant it to be, because some Feels snuck in there. and a thumbs up]

Pretty sure you've got a solid plan.

[woo_oo]

[ Well, she assumes all colors = rainbows. She has no idea about the gay just yet, which, considering she's a very baby gay... well moving on - ]

Great! I won't let you down!

[weaver_of_lies]

Despite certain opinions otherwise, I can lend a hand here with something as well. What else is needed?

[She ids definitely aiming for that punch when the day is done].

[trashylittlesecret]

Hey, sorta-roomie. [he grins and gives her a thumbs-up]

What about snacks that go well with the aforementioned punch?

[weaver_of_lies]

Ah yes, I guess I am that.

Hors d'oeuvres, one would think. There can't be that many coming, and most are bound to be somewhat adults.

Or you could do finger sandwiches if you wanted to be lazy.

[trashylittlesecret]

See, I'm an uncultured swine: I always figured the two were the same thing. What's the difference?

[weaver_of_lies]

The former tends to be of fancier variety, of the savory type. Something like fish prepared in a snackable size, or meat, vegetables and crackers cut up specifically to look aesthetically pleasing.

The latter is, well, a very small sandwich that looks like its name.

[trashylittlesecret]

Oh, okay. [go figure. learn something new every day.] What about a bit of both? That could cover all the bases. If that's too much work I can ask someone else to do the sandwiches.

[weaver_of_lies]

Don't be absurd. I've concocted magical feats that would astound people back in my world. Creating finger food is simple in comparison.

[trashylittlesecret]

OOOHH. Well. Pardon me for breathing, geez. [a low whistle - though whether it's in response to her usual sunny attitude or the level of her homeworld power is anyone's guess]

Not to be a Debbie Downer - womp wooomp - but you, uh, you do know most people don't start out here with the Phenomenal Cosmic Powers they might've had back home, right? I just don't want you to think you can snap your fingers and give us a fancy version of a Golden Corral, only to wake up surrounded in crackers and cheese and not knowing who anyone is because you got backdrafted by magic aftershock.

[weaver_of_lies]

I may be harboring resentment still at losing the aforementioned powers.

I am well aware of what I am lacking, sadly. I would hope that I could manage, even without powers, to assemble a decent enough party platter still.

[trashylittlesecret]

Guess I can't blame you for that. Kind of a big part of who you are, yeah? Like me and my jokes and my impressions. Or Eds and his amazing ability to scream first and think later.

[GRIN]

I hope you don't think I meant to say you couldn't do it. That would make me an actual asshole, not just a pretend one on stage. I'd just hate for you to wear yourself out over nibbles and then need to have to, I don't know, blast a Corroded thing off the chandelier. Knock on wood...

[princess_weia]

I can help too! I just won't try to wish up whole tables full of stuff this time.

[Since she doesn't want to spend a good chunk of the welcome party asleep]

[trashylittlesecret]

That sounds like a pretty good plan. We don't want you to miss out again, after all. Webby's on drinks and decor, Shadow Weaver's got horse-do-overs ... How about like ... dessert?

[princess_weia]

I can do that!

[Because if there's one thing that kids take seriously, it's sweets.]

I'll bring a few different kinds too.

[So be prepared for a combination of Main Street staples and treats from a galaxy far, far away.]

[trashylittlesecret]

You're a good kid, Leia. You need any munny for it? I've got some extra from the busking. New material's knockin' em dead on the ol' cobblestones. Strictly in a metaphorical sense.

[princess_weia]

[Leia shakes her head.]

No, I'm OK. I've got some money saved from missions, and some of the stuff I can wish up too.

Annnnd thread?

[trashylittlesecret]

Sounds like a plan, then. I'll see you at the welcome party!

Yep! TY!

[princess_weia]

See you there!

[She gives him a wave, then turns off the feed.]