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[Voice (Locked from Tommy) / Action]
[Oh god, he is really, really hoping that he got the lock right. This will all be kinds of pointless if he did.]
Hey, Lucetians. Or whatever we call ourselves? ...Anyway. This is going to come across as super self-serving, but my birthday's on the 9th. Usually I'd be fine with it breezing by and nobody knowing, but it's also my twin's birthday. Tommy. Local speedster. Kind of a brat, but the good kind, I guess.
I won't go into the gritty details, but I... don't think he got many parties for him, growing up. I'd like to change that. [A pause, and then, quietly-] ...I want to.
[....]
So, we're going to have a party. A surprise party, if that's possible. (Please don't tell him.) This Sunday, February 9th, at the rec center, from 6PM until people are either too drunk or too tired to party anymore. Keyword there is drunk- we'll need to raid the liquor supply. He'd be so mad if I threw a big party and there was no booze.
Basically, this is an open invitation to make it as big and loud as a guy like him would enjoy. We can take care of the decorations and music and food, don't worry about gifts... don't sweat the details, basically. Just show up and have fun, if it sounds like your kind of thing.
This is assuming that the dreaded V-Day doesn't ruin everything, of course. Uh. I'm crossing my fingers. Did I just jinx it? I better not have jinxed it. Sorry in advance.
[After the announcement - and dealing with any relevant responses - Billy's going shopping for supplies for said party. He needs a sound system! He needs catering! He needs decorations! ...He needs help. He doesn't know how to throw a big party at all.]
Hey, Lucetians. Or whatever we call ourselves? ...Anyway. This is going to come across as super self-serving, but my birthday's on the 9th. Usually I'd be fine with it breezing by and nobody knowing, but it's also my twin's birthday. Tommy. Local speedster. Kind of a brat, but the good kind, I guess.
I won't go into the gritty details, but I... don't think he got many parties for him, growing up. I'd like to change that. [A pause, and then, quietly-] ...I want to.
[....]
So, we're going to have a party. A surprise party, if that's possible. (Please don't tell him.) This Sunday, February 9th, at the rec center, from 6PM until people are either too drunk or too tired to party anymore. Keyword there is drunk- we'll need to raid the liquor supply. He'd be so mad if I threw a big party and there was no booze.
Basically, this is an open invitation to make it as big and loud as a guy like him would enjoy. We can take care of the decorations and music and food, don't worry about gifts... don't sweat the details, basically. Just show up and have fun, if it sounds like your kind of thing.
This is assuming that the dreaded V-Day doesn't ruin everything, of course. Uh. I'm crossing my fingers. Did I just jinx it? I better not have jinxed it. Sorry in advance.
[After the announcement - and dealing with any relevant responses - Billy's going shopping for supplies for said party. He needs a sound system! He needs catering! He needs decorations! ...He needs help. He doesn't know how to throw a big party at all.]
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