Third floor common room, Thursday morning

[lovemykilt]

Priestly wasn't generally the sort of person to just kinda fall asleep wherever he was, but that was just what he and Dinah had done last night during their macho movie fest. They even looked pretty comfy, tumbled together in a manner not unlike puppies, using each other for pillows, surrounded by the remains of snacks.

Priestly's hair was going to look amazing when he woke up. . . . Here's hoping none of that dye managed to rub off on Dinah's cheek overnight.

[ooc: common room is open, though pings from Priestly may not happen until after, like, 10 AM EST. Up early so's to make sure they're established in the room, Dinah modded with permission.]

Sixth Floor; Late Tuesday Afternoon and On! [ 09/24 ] -- Ino's Birthday Party!

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There was hopefully no way that Ino could begrudge Cal having her party a day late, especially since it was a far cry from being a day short. The food he had planned caused him to get some use out of that sixth floor kitchen and space, and he'd been to the task ever since he finished with Oceanography class in hopes to get it finished before everyone started showing up. If they did. He'd handwavily because the mun sucks passed out the invitations through everyone's door, but who only knew with the drama of yesterday.

If no one showed up, he'd have to deal with a pouting Ino. But, on the bright side, he'd have all this delicious Greek food for leftovers basically until eternity, because there was a lot of it.

He'd even decorated a little, subtly, with some occasional touch of purple. And a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO!" banner in case anyone couldn't figure out what it was all about. Throw on some music, and there it was. There was nothing to the party part. It was mostly about the food, anyway.

Oh, and Ino. Her, too.


[[ up early for great SP justice! Everyone got invites, so come one, come all, but please wait for some OCD has arrived! ]]

The Roof [Thursday, After Classes]

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Claire had picked up a few more gardening books at the library and decided to head up to the roof to check out what was there and what kind of space she might have to plant things for the fall.

It wasn't a big garden and there was certainly an interesting assortment of plants. She idly considered expanding it some.



[open roof is open]

Sixth Floor; Thursday Night

[glacial_queen]

Going straight from Ino's party to setting up her own was easy, what with them both being on the sixth floor and all. Though Karla did plan on expanding her party a wee bit after Ino's was over--the ballpit thingy was fun!

But anyway, now was the time for the girliest girl party to ever be very girly. Okay, possibly not the girliest (she'd heard about the incredible pinkness of the first sorority meeting and shuddered), but still pretty damn girly. It would be like an antidote for the excessive maleness of yesterday. Just a slumber party for the girls (and Layla, but it wasn't her fault she was stuck like that) with food, makeup, drinks, even some arts and crafts! Mostly because she had to get rid of the supplies she'd bought for making Tahiri's banner for last week. She was going to set up a table in the back of the room where people could paint or color or do whatever.

She called in her art supplies, sending them to the designated table: glue, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, paintbrushes, charcoal, sketchpads, and a giant jar of glitter. Unfortunately, she'd either overestimated the size of the table or underestimated the amount of supplies she'd managed to pick up. Most of her supplies appeared neatly on the table, except for the glitter. That landed on the table's edge, a good half of the jar sticking out over side. It teetered in place for a moment, then decided to take the plunge, flinging itself off the table and onto the heating vents.

Which would have been less of a problem if Karla had properly screwed the lid on the jar after she'd used it last. Upon impact, the lid popped off, and glitter went streaming into the vents. And, of course, caught between the wall and the table, the jar landed on an angle, ensuring that it completely emptied itself. Cue the facepalming. Which nearly turned into headdesking when the most horrible noises started coming from the vents beneath the table. There was a lot Karla didn't know about how ventilation systems worked, but she was fairly certain of one thing: glitter and screeching sounds were probably a bad sign.

By the time she stopped cursing and realized she could probably just vanish the glitter, it had managed to work itself through the ducts and up into the walls. This resulted in a veritable shower of glitter, as it worked its way out of any available duct and vent in the room. It was even raining down from the ceiling. The glitter-shower wasn't heavy enough to be annoying; just a a few flakes here and there at any given moment. It looked...rather cool, actually. They'd have to keep the food covered, but the overall effect was really pretty. Definitely girly.

"I think I'll keep it," she said aloud. "Let the festivities begin!"

[Yay Sapphic Lovefest 2009! Sorry it's up so late. My lazy day turned out to be anything but. Hold for OOC is up!]