It was a year since the realm called The War Room was successfully created. Everyone – New Age didn’t even exist this time, so everyone, yes – was happy, and they chose to have a party to celebrate the occasion.
A party in the reality space based realm just wasn’t enough to celebrate this occasion at the full capacity. So an idea was suggested; some of the members who could afford the time (and sadly, money) would actually meet for a party for two days. After some planning, the location where the participants would meet was decided and all that jazz.
The plan was that participants gather money to rent a hotel-like building for themselves for the party. The building would have plenty of rooms so that each participant would have their own room. Also it had a separate dining room, and some sort of a ballroom that was perfect for socializing.
Some people would be in charge of preparing the food, some paid extra for the internet services (come on, we can’t live without it), some were in charge of escorting other participants to the hotel, etc.
“Aw, she will be late? That sucks.”
“Yeah, the flight was delayed for two hours.”
“Oh well, she will have to miss dinner then.”
Everyone else had arrived to the hotel, and enjoyed the dinner.
Some were tired after the dinner and fun conversations, so they headed to their rooms to rest.
…later, at late hour of eight P.M…
“Oh god, sorry guys, I already had dinner on the plane so don’t worry about me!”
The last person to arrive was ‘Mintaka’. She seemed tired, but her tired face failed in hiding how excited she was about the occasion.
“Hey, what’s that?”
“Oh, this? Since we all could help some dessert, I bought it on the way here.”
‘Mintaka’ opened the box on a table. From the box, she took out a big lemon tart.
“Ooooh, that really looks good.”
“I want to have a slice!”
“…uh, hold it. Sure, that tart is big as a cake, but even so, would all of us be able to eat some?”
“I got to give it, even considering that some of us chose to go to bed early…”
“If we cut it so that everyone could have a slice, each slice would be paper thin.”
Well, maybe not paper thin, but everyone was convinced. After all, anyone would want to have a proper slice of that lemon tart rather than only getting to ‘taste’ it.
“Aw, but that was the last tart at the bakery, so…” ‘Mintaka’ showed a sheepish expression.
“How could we fix the problem?”
“HEY! Let’s play a mafia game then!”