"Candy?"
"Check."
"Movies?"
"Check."
"Blankets?"
"Check."
"PILLOWS FOR THE PILLOW FIGHT!?"
"Gethen! Dear god! You are like obsessed for the pillow fight."
"Well Gisela, unlike some people. I like to have fun."
"We have yet to have a complete list, you know!"
"Fintan! Just move away from the checklist!"
"I don't think so. Cards for Charades?"
"Check!"
"Thanks Ruy."
It's tradition in the Neverseen, to have a huge sleepover after a successful mission. And everyone knows this. Some hate it. And some embrace it. Some love it a bit too much that their sanity dies with their stereotypical ruthless spirit.
"Ok then! I think we might have everything!" Fintan announced, smiling while looking down at the paper where the list was written on. "Now then! What does everyone want to do!?"
"PILLOW FIGHT! I'LL MURDER EVERYONE HERE AND REMAIN VICTORIOUS AND NUMBER ONE ON THE LEADERBOARD!"
Another tradition, one that Gethen started, was to have a pillow fight with a leader board at every party. So far, no one has yet to take #1 from him.
"Ugh seriously!? We all know that no one can beat Gethen. I want to tell scary stories! I have such an amazing selection to choose from this time!" Umber exclaimed.
"I wanna watch movies!" Alvar said back.
"Giving everyone a makeover would be hilarious," Gisela commented.
"Charades is the obvious choice," Ruy stated.
"What about personal pizzas?"
"Brant no. We don't eat human food. How about Mafia?" Fintan suggested.
"What's that again?" Ruy asked.
"You know, when there is a narrator, and they pick a killer, detective, and doctor. Then you act out scenes while the detective tries to find the killer and the killer tries to kill people."
"That sounds boring. I wanna make slime!" Trim demanded.
"Slime? Do you hear yourself? Last time I checked, we aren't six-year-olds," explained Umber.
"Well Miss Know-it-all, some people like to replay their old childhood memories to cope with stress."
"Trix! That's not what this party is about!"
"Actually, everyone may be right. To change things up, we should go to Eternalia and make some art. Like with spray paint and stuff. Maybe things to help recruit new members?" Gethen suggested.
"NO, WE WILL NOT BE DOING THAT!" yelled Gisela.
"Well, how about giving each other tattoos? I could definitely use another one?"
"YOU HAVE TATTOOS!?" Umber asked.
"Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT!"
"Seriously, this happens every time. Just choose an activity people!" Gisela insisted.
"Well, whatever we choose, someone will hate it," Alvar explained.
"That is so not true."
"Ruy, stop denying it."
"You stop denying Charades. It's clearly the best option."
"No scary stories are!"
"Wouldn't everyone want something to eat? Personal pizzas fit every category."
"No, they don't Brant. For the last time, we will not eat human food."
"How about just making it then?"
"No. Still no."
"Ugh. Rude."
"We really can't agree on anything. Screw this. I'm gonna get some spray paint and you can't stop me."
"Why yes I can stop you."
"Gisela. Why? You do not know how to have fun, do you?"
"Yes, I do, Gethen! How dare you accuse me of being boring!"
"SILENCE!"
Everyone went quiet as they turned to where the voice came from.
"I'm so fucking tired of everyone's bickering. How about we randomly spin for it?" Vespera suggested.
"That may work," agreed Fintan.
"Gisela, do you have a human computer?"
"Well, yeah?"
"Excellent. There is this site called 'Wheel of Names'. It would be best to open that up as a tab and put the suggestions in the wheel," explained Vespera.
"Add the three things I want to do!"
"Gethen, just pick one thing."
"Well fuck. Just put in the spray paint thing I guess."
Minutes passed while Gisela put everyone's activities in the system.
"And done!"
"SPIN IT!" yelled Ruy.
"Uh oh…"
"OH SHIT! GET YOUR SPRAY PAINT CANS, HOODIES, AND GUNS! LET'S CREATE SOME ILLEGAL ART!"
"I knew we shouldn't have done this."
(Bonus Scene: The Council's Reaction to the Neverseen's Little Scheme)
"Who could've done this to Tribunal Hall?" Oralie asked.
The Councilors went to check out what everyone was complaining about Tribunal Hall.
"It was probably The Neverseen," Emery explained.
"Or The Blackswan!" exclaimed Alina.
"I don't think The Blackswan would write 'FUCK YOU BITCHES' or 'LET OUR FLAMES RISE AND YOUR ASHES FALL'," Bronte explained.
"Bronte is right Alina. I just…who would've thought of doing this in their organization?" Terik questioned.
"I think it's creative. If I was an evil villain, I would've done this."
"Oralie, that would be the evilest thing you would do. You're so innocent. Me however, I don't know," stated Emery.
"We all know that Bronte would kill of the world's population though."
"Wait, who said that?" asked Bronte. "And yes, that would be a bit true."
The Councilors turned around to find Fintan and Gethen standing there.
"Well shit. GOOD JOB FINTAN! YOU BLEW OUR COVER!"
"Gethen."
"What?"
"Run."
"WELL, NO FUCKING DUH!"