The Pool; Thursday Evening [ 11/18 ] -- POOL PARTY!!!

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

It was finally Thursday! It was finally party time!

And Ariel, not wanting to be a disappointment in carrying the tradition of Atlantican parties onto the land, had gone all out, showing up at the pool as soon as she was finished with Glee Club to get everything set and ready for when the party was going to start. The decorations were slightly insane, and had been...an interesting challenge to put up, but Ariel had managed without falling into the pool too much. And off in an area where the splashing was unlikely to spoil anything, she'd set up a food table with all of her favorite human foods (she was going to do some Atlantican ones, but she'd have to make them herself, and no one wanted that) and a dance floor with a DJ booth for Jono.

How she got all this down here and up was just going to wind up being one of those great mysteries of life, but she knew that hard work and perseverance and obsessive planning had really paid off.

But, of course, it'd be nothing without guests.

[[ yay party! OCD is on the way up, huzzah! Everyone got a personal invitation, so come on in, the water's fine! ]]

Third Floor Common Room | Thursday Evening | 11/18

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter Bishop was having a kind of boring week. Giant robot spiders and Ellis Island aside.

To combat (or perhaps continue) that trend, Peter entered a common room with a stack of pizza boxes (complete with pizzas inside!) and a large bag filled with smaller bags of plastic army men. He set the pizzas to the side, switched on the TV to a terrible war movie about Pearl Harbor starring Ben Affleck, and started covering every surface he could find in army men. Leaving just enough paths that he could step through without crushing some poor green soldier.

Yes, he was definitely bored.

[ooc: Open. Not posting from class bored. Rly]