/in as ironhanded dictator…I mean pleasantly bland hostess. 
/bump
/cows
I’ll play as a guest. I can’t do the host.
Some of you that have signed up still need to PM a quirk.
I know, I know. I can’t think of a good one. Anyone got any spares?
Okay…
Hosts are:
ZipperJJ
ArizonaTeach
Taber
Guests are:
MHaye
Zoggie*
twickster
Diomedes
Rysto
Purplkid_Caterer
Kat
fachverwirrt
Kerrigan
Blaster Master*
Antinor01
dotchan*
What Exit
*didn’t come up with a quirk in time so I have PMed you quirks I thought up really fast.
Let the game begin. Good luck to both sides.
Oh good, I’m first.
Where are the hors d’oeuvres?
I don’t know as I’ve just arrived. But I’m sure our hosts will be along with them very soon. Hmm, no drinks in sight either, do you think we’re just early?
Look at you, using that hoity-toity language. It’s FOOD, damnit. Hell, I’d even settle for fingerfood. But don’t go using that horrid french language around me; it sounds like someone dry-heaving with cottonballs shoved up his nose.
Speaking of which, where is the damn food? I could totally go for some cake… mmm… especially chocolate devilsfood cake.
And where are the hosts? No one bothered to take my raincoat when I walked in? What kind of host doesn’t greet his guests and take their coats. Maybe it was a mistake to come here.
Well, excusez-moi!
This reminds me of the “Unexpected Party” when dwarves kept appearing at Bilbo’s door and he didn’t have any food or drink ready.
I’m definitely not early. I always show up fashionably late. I think the hosts are even worse than we are. I think they’re bunch of attention whores, because we’ll all be so in need of their hosting when they arrive, that they think we’ll forget that they’re thoughtlessly late.
Of course, if I were to think on the positive side… maybe they just had a brainfart? Maybe they were on their way here and realized they forgot the margarita mix and the peppermint schnapps.
Nah, I think they’re just a bunch of assholes. Yup, that’s it!
You are NOT excused. I will absolutely NOT put up with your high society, elitist, silverspooned attitude. So you speak French! Well, I speak English, damnit! And this faux apology gets no sort of sympathy from me. Not from this hardnosed beast.
Urm… sorry. I should have known better than to get shitfaced before even coming to the party. My behavior was uncalled for.
Where’s kitchen? I think I’m going to need to douce my hot temper with some cool icewater.
Oh man… I’m going to need some tylenol too. I’ve got a pounding headache.
Apology accepted.
Is there any wine? I could use a nice chianti.
I don’t think that you guys should be so mean about our hosts. They didn’t have to host this party for us. And ZipperJJ seems so nice. I think she’d be really hurt if she knew you guys were saying such awful things about her.
I think I saw some in the cupboard, right next to the fava beans. 
I wasn’t trying to be mean… it was the booze talking. I think she’ll realize that, unless she’s overly touchy on that.
Urgh… now I’m feeling nauseous. If you all need me, I’ll be in the bathroom, hanging my head over the toilet bowl.
You know the wines of Dorwinion are suppose to be particularly excellent.