Log; ongoing

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

When; Jan 20th
Rating; PG? hopefully it'll stay that way. Partycrashers though? You never know..
Characters;Agent Fox Mulderm1jac0ge0 &...you? whoever else wants to join!
Summary; Mulder decides it is high time to lighten the mood and throw a pizza party. The only problem is making enough pizza is busy work..
Log;

Now as he'd announced it on the network there was nothing for it but to clear some room in his thus far never used kitchen and start making pizza.

How hard could it be? After all, as someone had said in his network folder, you'd be hardput to ruin something like pizza.

He went to the front door, wedged an old magazine underneath it to prop it open in case the others came by with supplies, washed his hands, and set to work pulling on the first wad of dough.

Just move it around until it was more or less pizza-crust shaped, right? He'd seen it done dozens of times.

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[15121.livejournal.com]

Joseph approached, not really trusting the neighborhood, but keeping a steady pace anyway. He had sold a few of his old collectible magazines from his collection to the owner of the convenience store for a few twenties, and in turn bought two six packs of beer that he judged to be of decent quality- imported stuff.

As he approached Mulder's room, he felt somewhat light headed. What was going on? He shook his head a bit, then continued on. Probably just some weird residual effects. Beer would help clear that up.

Knocking on the door, Joseph entered.

"Hey... Mulder? Joseph... Am I the first one?"

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

Dexter was making his way down the hallway just as Joseph knocked on the door.

He was carrying a large bag that held three cartons of ice cream. Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry. He used to wonder which one would melt the quickest when he would bring some for his girlfriend's kids back home. He hoped there was a freezer in Mulder's apartment, or he'd be sure all three would be completely melted by the time anyone wanted some.

Dexter caught the door as it closed behind Joseph.

"Guess we're early." he said with a grin, following the other man inside.

[15121.livejournal.com]

"Well, no problems with that" Joseph said, glancing at the newcomer. Ice cream, huh? Joseph entered the apartment and placed the beer on the table.

"Hey, Mulder? That pizza?"

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

There were about twelve pizzas with various things on them. So far though, this was one slow party....

Mulder waved from the kitchen,his sleeves rolled back and his arms thick with flour.

"Hi!" he called, "help yourselves. Did you happen to bring any more people? This was supposed to be a party!"

[15121.livejournal.com]

"Hey Mulder. I brought beer. That should bring people. Want one? They're some imported german beer from the store, kind of expensive. What pizza toppings are you making?" Joseph said, waving an amber bottle in Mulder's direction.

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

Stanley walked up to the apartment door and knocked loudly. Perhaps some pizza, and booze could be his nepenthe.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Mulder idly wondered why anyone was knocking on the door when it was propped wide open.

"Uh...yeah. Come in." He suggested, and went back to moving around the kitchen figuring out where to put stuff.

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

Stan, looked at the door and noted to himself to kick it later. Stupid door, playing tricks on him.

"Hi Mr. Mulder." Stan solemnly greeted as he viewed the scene. He saw icecream and booze, but no pizza. "Beer...beer is good."

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Mulder wandered by, and put a few pizzas down in the living room.
"This one is pepperoni and sausage, this one is vegetables.
Not my particular topping of choice, but you never know who'll turn up."

He noticed Stan and Joseph were talking about fishing.
He debated telling his story about hunting for the fluke man in the sewers, but decided against it.
Instead, he helped himself to a beer.

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

Stan grabbed a couple of slices of the pepperoni and sausage pizza and begin to slowly eat them, savoring the flavors of them.

[15121.livejournal.com]

Joseph grabbed a piece of the vegetable pizza and took a bite.

"Pretty good. It's been entirely too long since I've had pizza, and this is a good pizza." Joseph said, taking another bite and washing it down with another sip of beer.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Mulder wasn't too thrilled by how small the party was so far, but things could be worse. At least so far no bad people had come...

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

Stan was now guzzling down a third beer, and forgetting somethings. Which was good, and bad. He was forgetting how to be a gentleman. Oh, how beer can bring out the beast in us all. Stan thought to himself.

[15121.livejournal.com]

Joseph drank beer.

Joseph ate pizza.

Joseph waited, hoping someone with the cult would come in to begin spilling secrets.

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

"Psst, Joseph wanna know about somethings?" Stan said drunk.

[meatballsurge0n.livejournal.com]

"Knock knock." Cptn.Pierce had decided he had little else to do, why not go crash the pizza party?
"I heard there was a party, I hope there's room for one more.
I was sitting up at the hospital waiting for people to cure but apparently hospitals aren't for doctors in this area.
Who would have imagined?"

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

"Dude, come on in!" Stan yelled.

Then upon seeing another man Stan pouted. "No wimmen?"

[15121.livejournal.com]

"Hey, glad to see ya made it. Have a brew, it's imported, expensive, and goes down good. The pizza is pretty good too. Stan was just about to tell me about the local cult's dirt, which should be useful in my articles. Perhaps you'd like to listen in, this should be interesting." Joseph said, handing him a brew.

[meatballsurge0n.livejournal.com]

"Why don't I have a beer? Because I'd rather have two or three. Anyway, you don't have to ask me twice..."

Hawkeye so far was not liking this place one bit.
His every attempt to find work here so far had been rebuffed.
Had he made it home he would have had an excellent track record as a field practioner and would no doubt have found a hospital to work at.

This place had healers, and magic, and apparently an actual surgeon was an unheard of thing.
And an unwanted commodity.

Hawkeye needed to get drunk badly.

[15121.livejournal.com]

"Here ya go, man." Joseph said, handing him a brew, then another, and another.

"What's going on?"

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

Stan was getting exhausted now.

"Tired, must sleep...Goodbye." Stan staggered out the door.

[15121.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Stan... Stick around for a bit." Joseph called behind Stan, waving a beer and grinning.

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

Stan came back to the party. "Only pizza for me..."

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

Dexter was enjoying himself. Pizza, his favorite, and a new favorite of his, beer. A perfect combination.

He regretted only one thing, being so quiet the entire party. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't know the others as well as he had liked, but standing around doing nothing but shoving pizza down his throat would do nothing to help that.

He grabbed another can of beer and decided to join in the conversation.
"So is there a special occasion for this party or just a spur-of-the-moment thing?" he asked Mulder.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

"Spur of the moment." Mulder finally wiped his hands on a towel, and came away from the kitchen.
There was more than enough pizza for now. "It seemed like there was enough drama going on. I just wanted some way to wind down." He scowled a bit, looking worried.
"I guess the invites didn't got too far though."