Sixth Floor -- Late Friday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had handwavily sent out an email to her 'dates' on Thursday, detailing her nefarious plans. She'd taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while they got ready. If other people wandered in wanting help, or just to hang out before the dance, that was fine with her too, but Emma was anticipating needing to fuss over Karla and Beka, and probably Triela and Tara.

This was totally her good deed for the month, possibly for the year. After all, someone had to set a good example.

And she was pretty sure she could get Morton and Rosto to pay for pictures of this. Details. They still had a dance to get ready for.


[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms, although the dates already know who they are. Up early for timezone/SP awesome. ETA: No, no boys allowed. If you try to peek in the door, Emma will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night.]

The Roof, Friday Night

[trigons_child]

Emo empath was, well...emo.

She had retreated to the roof when the growing excitement and anxiety in the dorms started battering her shields, and as night fell, she could still sense the dizzying happiness radiating from the town as people laughed and danced and greeted old friends.

Sometimes she had to wonder if allowing herself to experience emotions was a good idea, because she could not have the good without the bad, as those of Azarath had learned. And right now it was the bad, loneliness and sadness and even some envy at what others had and she did not. Wanting to feel love did not mean she would be loved. Or even asked to the dance. She knew she could have gone anyway, but she worried too much about being overwhelmed by all the emotions, and so she stayed at the dorms.

To mope. Just a little.


[Open if anyone's even still in the dorms. ;) ]