Young Writers Society

Kuzon followed her into the well-lit dining room. It had been a long time since he was in a place as nice as this one. It was something that he probably could have found in the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. If not that, it was something he could have found back in the Fire Nation. He vaguely remembered Aang dragging him along to some important event in a dining room as nice as this one.

"Maybe the host has a strange sense of humor?" Kuzon suggested, crossing his arms and adopting a contemplative expression. "The invitation said it was a party, and it looks the part - except for the, uh..."

He gave a gestured at everything behind them.

“I’m the owner!” Kermit said with gusto as he hopped about. “I invited you all here, well ‘cause..a Muppet gets lonely every now and then.”

“When I get lonely, I drink.” Alexander raised a brow. “Try that, you little green demon.”
Alexander looked over at Pinky Pie. "And..what in God's name are you? Some sort of..pink..horse?"

“Holy crap!” Ana hissed. “He’s swimming in cash!”

"Perhaps," muttered Athena. She looked around the room and noticed framed pictures on the wall.

She edged closer. "I don't believe it!" She turned to Kuzon. "Look at the picture! That's Kermit, and-and that's Miss Piggy. And there's Gonzo and Fozzie Bear. This must be Kermit's house. He invited us here. Come on, Kuzon."

She marched back to the hallway, hearing voices. They joined the others as Kermit explained why he invited them there.

Athena folded her arms. "If you're so lonely, why didn't you invite your friends over? I saw pictures of you with Miss Piggy and Gonzo."

“Well..ya see, we kinda split ways. I’ll even sing a song about it.” Kermit whipped out his banjo from seemingly thin air and strummed it.
“..I don’t believe you.” Alexander squinted. He gathered up Ana, Dally and Johnny, and ushered them into the dining room.
“I think that frog is a murderer,” He whispered.
“Are you sure you aren’t already drunk?” Ana raised a brow.
Alexander scoffed. “Please, child. You would know if I was drunk.”

"Excuse me," Athena told Kermit, then she walked over to the dining room. She hated getting ignored. She opened the door and folded her arms.

"Uh, hello, we're also here," she said crossly, gesturing to herself, Kuzon, and the others who weren't in the dining room. "Besides, Kermit isn't a murderer."

Sure!

{Sounds good! Idk how to enter tho- can you give me a basic idea of what’s going on currently so I know how to jump in?}

{I meant currently in the roleplay? Y’know, since it already started-}

Oh. Yeah.
Currently, Kuzon (ATLA), Athena (Harry Potter OC), Harriet (Percy Jackson OC), Dally, Johnny (The Outsiders), Pinky Pie (MLP), Alexander Hamilton (Hamilton) and Ana (my own OC from a novel I’m writing)
are all stuck at Kermit the Frog’s mansion, because..I don’t know? And Kermit could possibly be a murderer-

{Alrighty then! Imma just hop in-}

Emile sighed as he walked back into his room. Being a therapist was no easy feat. He really wanted to just lay down and watch some cartoons, but then he noticed the letter. How had that gotten there? He picked it up and read it. An invitation to a party? Tonight? He needed to get moving!

Emile carefully walked up to the mansion, completely in awe. He’d never seen something so fancy before! He needed to be his best. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in, still holding the invitation in case they needed proof he had been invited.

"Oh, man... Dally, you got a cancer stick?" Johnny asked him, feeling a bit dizzy. He'd never been anywhere so nice before... what a change from his environment back on the East Side. He stared at the small, green frog in bewilderment. Dally shuffled around his wet jacket which he had been holding. He held up a small, and soaked, cardboard box.
"Uhmm... I don't suppose you want 'em wet," Dally replied.
"Wait, you said this place was magic, right?" Johnny asked, beginning to have a realization. Dallas nodded. "Erm... can I have a box of cigarettes and some matches?" Johnny asked meekly. Two boxes identical to Dally's (except these ones not wet) fell down from the ceiling. Johnny grinned and lit one up, feeling calmer already. Dally came up on Kermit and stared at him for a moment.
"What is this place? Why's it so..."
"...amazing?" Johnny asked, finishing for him.
"Yeah that too, but why's it... magical?" Dally asked, rolling his eyes at Johnny.