i'm the hero. i'm just in time.

Once upon a time Kitty threw parties pretty regularly and now it meant making sure the kid had a sleepover that night which had more to do with being able to clean than just having her sleeping upstairs, hoping the dogs behaved, and worrying about how much there was going to be to clean up tonight/tomorrow. Adulthood!

Adulthood also meant she was totally fine with people just coming to hang out. It felt like she didn't know a ton of people on the island these days, and there were newbies now, so people could just get together over plenty of pizza and drinks and not worrying about centering things on a game or anything this time.

Funny thing about Irony...



[Open for anyone, you can handwave an invite or see a flyer or whatever gets you here. If you want the Final Destination I Never party, this is the spot!]

Kitty hadn't paid that much attention. She saw ice cream in the freezer, so naturally she had to get a spoon and have some, even if it wasn't even lunch yet.

A second later though, she found a paper towel to spit it into- something that should never have to be done with ice cream- and picking up the container to see why it tasted so weird. It looked fine, but seriously, were those pork rinds in there?

"No," she told the container seriously. "No."

[Can be open! I had to keep the trend going.]