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3/29/2025 8:58:27 AM
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*Purple walks in and stops sharply. She listens to the room briefly and then speaks sharply.*
I thought it was understood last week. I....do not.....want....creepy pizza!
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*a clattering of digits on steel echo from the vent as a snaking chain of arms and hands entwined punches through the vent cover to coil up a nearby mannequin quarter melded in the floor at the shins gently removing the party hat on its head then slowly approaches your person crushing and twisting the hatless figure as it moves....*
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*the millipede of arms takes a wide loop around the room in an unending rope slowly closing around you the many handed head fans open inches from your face lightly places the hat on your head...then as the mass of fingers moves from view the only unoccupied floor is a small path leading past the mangled and hatless mannequin to the small table and closed pizza box....
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Well....okay...if you're sure. Thank you for the party hat. I guess it's time to eat? *takes a few very, very small steps towards the pizza.* Why don't you all have some first? I'm not very hungry. One piece would be fine for me.
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Mmm. Smells tasty. Lots of garlic and hot peppers, I hope! *cautiously steps up to the table. Spoken under her breath as she moves...* I can't believe I'm doing this...still creepy...even if it is a party. *stands and looks over the table. Looks up and speaks to the room at large* There aren't any plates or napkins. What should I put my slice on?
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*above you hear chittering and a few clangs and the sound of something being slid around in the sealing..followed by the rattle of chains when a few of the sealing tiles begin to lower slowly to rest suspended next to the table with a selection of bottles and bins of fresh fixings, a singular silver plate and checkered napkins...the many handed millipedes 'face' just behind the table gesturing to the spread in a sweep if it's 'neck' and raises the lid of the box with it's 'mandibles' to expose a well put together combo box of pizza, breadsticks and a small cinnamon sugar pull apart...steam rises from the box as your senses are assaulted by a wondrous array of smells...*
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Wow! You really went all out! *picks up the silver plate and examines the ornate filligree patterns.....they're familiar....but not, quite, right somehow.* I don't think I've ever eaten off of a plate like this before. *still feel a little unsure about this* Hmmmm...what to eat first??!! It all looks and smells so good! Am I allowed to have dessert first? Since it's a party?
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*the image in the plate raises a hand reaching toward you within the reflection and pressing against the small window between...the image bends stretching through the barrier as cracks form.. smile never fading the hand and arm stretch forth and pluck the hat off your head and returns to the realm within...now the reflection wearing a slightly crumpled party ever so slightly tilts its head eyes closed smile never faulting....*
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*a less crumpled party hat drops into your vision hanging by the chin strap from the millipedes 'head' ...it's hissing softly... it's body now coiled even closer it's many hands now gripping around the table and hanging trays creating a caged limb laden Booth...watching waiting....*
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* The silent tears stop. * You found one. *she reaches and gently takes the rumpled hat. She turns it over and over in her hands. She puts it on her head at a rakish angle and stretches the chin strap into place. She looks up and smiles softly towards the head of the hand-snake-arm-thing.* Thank-you. You're a little unusual, but certainly very generous. Still creepy, but generous. Shall we eat? You did say I could have dessert first right?
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Pizza it is. *she adds a slice to the plate and reviews the multitude of toppings add-ons provided.* I think it'll have some garlic butter, some hot pepper flakes, and some extra Parmeasan. *she looks up* What are you going to have? I can't be the only one eating. Shall I make you a plate too?
