Torn Toga Party! [Friday evening/night]

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The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all once as the OCD is up!

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Well. This was...different. She felt tall and lithe. Streamlined. More like a thoroughbred than a show horse. Inara felt like dancing. This was a body made for fun, and dancing, and play. Amber was certainly very lucky.

So, she turned on the radio until she found an oldies station and improvised steps like she'd seen in old vids on the cortex as she made herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Oh, so very open!]

[4th Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon]

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Bumblebee had managed sleep, at least, but now was facing low fuel reserves and a distressing feeling of being nearly blind. Following what he discerned to be instincts, he had made his way to the kitchen area of the common room and was looking into cupboards and drawers with a growing sense of urgency.

This organic business was difficult; no wonder Sam always seemed so upset so often.

[OOC: Open, as common rooms are!]

Deck Area/Patio [Saturday Afternoon]

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So, Hannibal had had a good night last night. Very good night. And since it had all started out here, he figured he should just never ever leave.

So, he was back out there, shirt off (it was hot), and lounging in one of the chairs with a cool bottle of water nearby.

He kind of loved this place.

[Is open, yes! *uses icon shamelessly*]

The Roof, Saturday Evening

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Well, he'd tried to make the most of it, "it" being "being Hinata." Still didn't know what he was doing, but he was doing it the best he could.

But for now, he just felt like being alone, trying to deal with this, staring into the distance, hands wrapped around his--her--legs.

[Open]

Near the stables, Saturday morning

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"Arrrrrr, Horsie!"

Trenor looked down at the very small pirate with mild astonishment, and dropped his head to sniff him.

"Avast, ye be a fine horsie!" the wee pirate declared. He hollered and several more wee tiny pirates ran over, climbing onto each other's shoulders so the first could slide his belt through Trenor's halter. "You'll fetch us a pretty penny."

With a puzzled tilt to his ears, Trenor followed along obediently, head craned down, as the precarious pile of wee pirates tottered off.

They'd made it half way to the Preserve when Karal and Altra happened upon them. "That's my horse!" Karal paused. "Well, no, he's not my horse anymore, he's Aravis' horse but still, he's not yours!"

The pirates scowled and brandished cutlasses and went on about the right of theft trumping all.

:I don't think so.: Altra stalked across the grass and pounced, scattering wee pirates every which way and startling Trenor into jumping back, a pirate swinging from his halter. Altra flattened a pirate under his paw and snapped one out of the air. Karal booted another (gently) and Trenor, ears flat, flicked his head and flung the pirate hanging from his halter flying towards the Preserve.

:Blasted pirates.: Altra spat his pirate out and swatted the other, sending it tumbling over and over in the grass. :Blasted island.:

Trenor snorted and nuzzled Karal while Karal ran his hands over him, checking for injuries. "He doesn't seem to have been hurt," he finally said, then added hopefully, "Do you think you could lead us so I could ride him back?"

:Just try and keep up,: Altra told him and launched himself forward. Grinning, Karal swung up onto Trenor's back and they cantered after the 'cat. Karal might not be able to see anything beyond the grass under Altra's nose, but - here near the stables on familiar ground - he trusted Trenor to keep them both safe.

A wee pirate chased after them for a few feet before giving up with a disgruntled, "Arrrrr."