MOTHERSHIP
LASER TAG

Subject: Operation 42 — The Great Youth Reboot
Date: Saturday, 7 November
Time: 18:00 sharp (until the Mothership says otherwise)
Location: Mothership Laser Tag, The Warehouse, Parchal, Lagoa
Status: Top secret… until you RSVP

Commander, forty-two years ago you were born. Since then you’ve survived school disco lights, dodgy haircuts, and the belief that you could actually beat the final boss. Now the Galactic Academy has reopened the file. It’s time to suit up, grab a phaser, and prove the reflexes haven’t completely left the building.

Expect:

• Full laser tag missions (the kind that make you forget you’re 42)
• Youth-era games that will humiliate everyone equally
• Arcade chaos, pool, bar, and pinsa from the food truck
• Zero dignity, maximum nostalgia

Dress code: whatever you wore when you thought you were cool.
Bring: competitive spirit, comfortable shoes, and the ability to laugh at yourself.

INTEL UPDATE — NO PRESENTS, NEW PROTOCOL:
Forget wrapping paper. Your biggest present to me is showing up. Instead, transfer 36 euros to the mission fund. That covers your entry package: one cocktail or two beers, one pinsa, and one laser tag game. I’ve already put a solid amount behind the bar, so drinks are flowing. Think of it as buying your own ammo — and mine.

INTEL UPDATE — DEPENDENTS ON DECK:
The Academy technically prefers seasoned agents only. But let’s be honest — a half-trained cadet in tow beats an empty chair at the Mothership. If leaving the little recruits behind is what’s standing between you and “I’m out”, bring them. Nobody gets left off this mission over logistics. Pack a tablet, a handheld console, or whatever gadget keeps a junior agent occupied between rounds — the base has more than enough neon chaos to keep every rank entertained.

Reply with “I’m in”, “Two in”, or “I’m out” — no neutral answers allowed. The Mothership doesn’t do maybes.

See you on the battlefield. — Your 42nd Birthday Command Centre