An entourage of three people wearing tie-dyed shirts and sideways baseball caps show up, knock on the front door using the ceremonial steel doorknocker, and ask Malen if this is “where the prayer circle is,” to which Malen replies that they ought to find one of the proverbial “six ways” to get unfortuitously lost and “return to Sunday.”
Someone’s girlfriend is making out with someone’s girlfriend, neither non-making-out-girlfriend of whom is attracted to the other non-making-out-girlfriend, which results in the extended stilted organization and subsequent playing of a very awkward game of modified 2-player solitaire, so as to pass the time until the making out runs it course and organically ceases. A girl with blonde hair no one has ever seen before attempts to leave a sweet message on the dry erase board, and ends up filling out the remainder of the blank space with clarifications of meaning and personal intent regarding whether or not she has any untoward motivations for leaving said message. A clarification is asked for regarding the meaning of a slang term which originated on 4chan and is now being used in a real life human interaction to convey a genuine idea that is trying to communicate something meaningful from one person to another. All housemates have departed the house party, leaving only guests in the home, the guests cynically permitted by the housemates’ absence to treat it, the home, with as much respect as they can figure out how to deem appropriate.
Valentine mistakenly misquotes Kant in an attempted defense of the idea of attending a college in person rather than by mail. Weezer music videos have been silently playing on the 80-inch TV for roughly 3 hours because the remote has been lost and there is no way to cast to the TV, given that all devices connected to said TV are mysteriously on a VLAN. Alain says that at least they’re not making noise, Weezer. The only button on the TV seems only to varyingly enable and disable a setting which has the uncanny effect of making depictions of people appear dermatologically patchy, causing Rivers Cuomo to seem alternatingly healthy and tuberculoid every time a self-professed “technology person” begins an attempt to ameliorate the issue before deciding that perhaps the longtime dedicated keyboard player/guitarist/lyricist/Weezer frontman was better left spotty.
An argument taking place on whether “conversion rate” and “conversion therapy” stem from the same root word goes nuclear when Serenity uses iPhone voice control to ask Siri to open the ChatGPT app. The clear sound of a Google Pixel emitting the melody for a successful tap-to-pay can be heard ringing through the noise despite zero business licenses being possessed by any partygoers, and the home being at least 2 clicks away from any location legally zoned anything but residential. Jasper F is carefully communicating to his not-quite-ex-but-definitely-somewhat-separated-girlfriend via FaceTime that he is “very sorry” that she “found a way to interpret it like that” when it “obviously wasn’t the intention” and closes by asking when she would be free to clear things up once and for all and really just sit down and hash it all out over some coffee, maybe this Friday around 11:00 or any time Saturday after 5:00, and unsubtly adds that he knows the movie theater just nearby the coffee shop they always used to go to is right down the street from the cheapo movie theater that’s showing The Notebook all weekend, and that the woman who works the ticket counter there owes him a favor for a free ticket, so it would really only be like one of them has to pay to get in instead of both paying like normal, he says, leaving it unfortunately all too ambiguous who it was that would be paying that hypothetical ticket fee, after all.