The deck, Saturday afternoon

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Dinah got back from her coffee chat of GREAT JUSTICE! with Daisy to find that the deck? Was decorated with streamers, balloons, glitter, noisemakers, hats, and wow, flowers.

So a keyed-up Canary was currently batting a balloon around like she was still a cat, and considering ordering a cake to go with all this stuff, wondering whose birthday it was.

TWEEEET!

[open!]

Late morning - 4th floor common room

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After a week at Fandom, Beka missed the Lower City still. She missed the sounds and the movements, she missed her jobs and she missed having breakfast every morning with her friends. Twas a good way to start the day and she imagined by now they'd all be gathered in the Dancing Dove, sharing tales of their day. So when she went to buy breakfast that morning, she'd bought more than she'd ever eat on her own. Fandom might be different, but people still had to eat and mayhap it could be one habit she'd not have to give up here.

She emptied the bag with pastries on the table, gathered some of the drinks of the cooling cupboard in the kitchen and fed Pounce. She'd selected a pastry with apples from the pile and turned on the television.

What's this? Pounce sounded offended and Beka glanced over her shoulder. Her cat was backing away from the plate of food she'd given him.

"Catfood," she said. "They make it specially for cats."

To poison them? Pounce demanded, turning his nose up at the food.

"No!" The package had said every cat would love it. The sarden thing had cost enough for it too.

I'm not eating that, Pounce announced.

Beka sighed and headed back in the kitchen. She'd seen some meat in there. "Most cats just eat milk and bread," she threatened Pounce. The cat didn't respond, he was zapping between channels on television.

[Open, of course. Beka talking to her cat is fine for radio, the cat talking back not so much.]

The Roof: Saturday Evening

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Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had handwavily found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink Moddable of course was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]