TO EVERYONE

[princessvegas]

[ In her domain, Julie sits in a booth, bent over the table with a stack of paper and pen. She bites the tip of her tongue in concentration, then starts writing invitations. She intends to leave them all over the Horizon, fliers more than proper addressed invites.

Soon, all of the off-worlders are able to see writing in their vision. This writing appears to simply be written on any nearby surface: a tabletop, on the page of a book in place of the text, in a pool of water. It sparkles to summon attention to itself, just enough of a twinkle to earn a glance. ]



[ It's signed at the bottom, Julie Lawry.

Soon, other thoughts may begin appearing in your vision, sparkling until they catch your eye. Your own thoughts can be broadcast too. If you put in a little effort, you can even send them directly to a specific person, or a group.

And most of you are welcome to the party. ]

Comments

[jealousbitch]

when the dude from oceans eleven was batman and there were nipples on the batsuit.

[princessvegas]

I have no idea what you're talking about. Sounds like a fever dream.

Anyway, I also gotta figure out what people can bob for instead of apples. Someone said I can probably make anything I want float, but it's more like what would people want to bob for? I was thinking maybe those little bottles of Fireball, you know those ones only about as big as your hand? And when you get catch one, you gotta take it like a shot.

[jealousbitch]

look, the terminator and the basass chick from kill bill were in it, too. I swear it happened!

that's not a half bad idea. jello shot eyeballs or brains would be pretty badass.

[princessvegas]

Wait, Clooney, Arnold and Uma Thurman, all in one movie? No fucking way, you must have been high as shit.

I wonder if the bartender knows any Halloween cocktails. Shit, do I gotta name him? I never gave him a name.

[jealousbitch]

I mean probably, but that's beside the point! It happened.

I dunno that will probably depend on if you know any cocktails or not. Fuck if i know, i didn't name shit.

[princessvegas]

I mean, I know cocktails, but I don't think I know any specific Halloween cocktails. You don't have any people in your Inferno. I mean, I'm not gonna name all the others, but it feels weird to not name the bartender. Hold on.

[ The messages stop for a few minutes, as Julie goes to the bar and tries to ask if the bartender has a name. After a few frustrating back and forths, he finally gives the name "Steven", which she realizes she has been subconsciously thinking of him as anyway. ]

His name is Steven.