Paper plates, c’mon.
Not to brag, but I’m pretty sure I know what Mars After Midnight smells like.
The line dancers are in at seven, and then the book club comes at nine.
Will the model railway enthusiasts remember to switch off and lock up?
This makes sense, I guess.
Each night you run a different support group, and you check that only the correct people attend.
There’s a lovely variety, though.
For a flinching support group, I had to toot a horn and see who reacted to it.
it’s possible for you to guess what I was checking for before the Farty Party.
The door is only a part of it, though.
This is a cheerful management and puzzle game that expands in a handful of directions.
Let the right people in.
Clean up the food station.
confirm everyone’s happy when they leave.
Keep an eye on whoever’s coming through the door.
Notice people, and the things that make them who they are.
give a shot to anticipate their needs and keep them happy.
I love all this, and for a handful of reasons.
Mind how you go!
Don’t trip on the tentacles.
And do pull the shutter down when you’re closing up?
