"No, you can be the winner, Dessert" she was sick of being pelted by ice cream, and certainly didn't want Dessert to bring out the cherry guns. Besides, the room had already taken enough damage. Chunks of ice cream littered every surface. Quailaa surveyed the damage with a kind of lazy detachment. She suddenly snapped into focus.
"GUYS" she yelled "SANTA WILL BE HERE SOON! WE NEED TO GET CLEANED UP!" she was straining her voice now. "C'MON, MOVE!"
I'm working on the drawing of people dancing. It might not be done until after the ball, since I also have to host. I'll make sure to send it to everyone who participated though. Also, for those who played hangmen/roleplayed the monster attack last night, I did a quick doodle a few pages back on paint.
What page? I looked all the way back to page 45 and didn't see it.
Unfortunately, Temperance had been hit by the first peppermint ice cream that came her way. The large scoop of frozen treat had caused her to topple over while everyone else in the room continued fighting. It was only a few minutes later that her head popped back out from underneath piles of food.
"Fwuah!" she exclaimed, spitting out chocolate chip cooke flavoured ice cream. "This means war!" she declared, and using her well trained arms, began throwing celery sticks and dumbbells at everyone she laid eyes on. It was only when Quailaa reminded everyone that Santa and his elves were coming that Temperance froze in horror.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" she cried out, surveying the damge. Everything was covered in icecream, and there were more holes in the room than ever before. In fact, that whole room was shaking slightly, as if it was on the verge of collapsing.
"Quick guys! We have to clean up!" she shouted, and from her tennis bag, she produce a couple of mops and brooms.
The monster had quietly gone to the washroom to take off his ruined shirt, and when he returned, he heard someone screaming about... Santa? "It's a little early for Christmas talk, isn't it...?" He then remembered the announcement he read before entering the room, about Santa Clause being the guest of honor. "Oh yeah!" He then took a mop from Temperance and started helping.
"Well, it looks like the winner shall remain disputed, but right now we need to rectify the situation with all haste," Anolis said, keeping his eyes on Dessert the entire time. However, once he noticed that the building was no longer stable he quickly joined in with cleaning up the mess that had been made. Perhaps Gluttony would be able to help clean up this mess, if nothing else he could be one heck of a garbage disposal in a situation such as this.
Gluttony felt the room shake, and frowned. He realized what was happening, but as he looked around the room... "WAIT DON'T WASTE IT!!" Gluttony began to run, eating as much as he could of the leftover mess.
*from the lounge she heard Temperance shouting "Quick guys! We have to clean up!"*
*she got up from her Gummi chair and proceed to peek thru the dark chocolate door*
Did somebody say clean up??
*She looks around the room before grabbing a mop and proceed to mop the ice cream mess*
What a waste of ice cream... *she sighed to herself*
in One swift movement, Reza jumped up, grabbed a mop, and began to mop up the icecream. She seemed to go all in one direction, the Ladies' washroom. "I still need to look well for Santa anyways! Good thing I have another Dress that I kept hidden there so nobody would soil it." the brunette explained before going in and locking one of the stalls, Pulling out her Snowflake dress and changing real quick before comming back out and contenuing to clean.
Anolis was quite happy for once to see Gluttony being gluttonous at the party, with his help there wouldn't be a single crumb left on the floor. "Looks like this won't take much longer everyone, Gluttony decided to help out with the mess," Anolis said with a hearty laugh as he swept some of the fallen food from a dessert table into a dustpan.
Rene did not get up off the floor. His tail fell limp and twisted. His single good eye closed as some flies began hovering above his body. A coma, he was thrown into a sugar-induced coma. Who knew what would happen if Santa Claus saw him on the floor, and what horros Slender Man would unleash if he caught news of this.
Clean up? "I don't wanna..." But then again, if this room collapsed, wouldn't her creations go down as well? Fine, She'd help, but only because she needed to.
She went over to the peppermint canon, flipping a switch on her remote. And with the push of a button it began to hum, almost as if to fire another round...but instead, it began to suck in, one of the nearby icecream scoops that had been fired going right back in where it came from.
The peppermint canon was performing its other function...GIANT CANDY VACUUM CLEANER!