Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [05/13].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer tried to be cool about this whole throwing her first party at Fandom High thing, because it was just a party, it had to be cool, and people could totally smell your desperation. It helped to remind herself that this was a much smaller school, and, as...interesting as her fellow students here were, there was no way it could get as weird as that time she and her grandpa threw a party together and all his weird space friends showed up. She did have a small panic attack over the thought that maybe no one would show up, but it was a party! How could they not? And if they didn't, that was fine, that just meant more pizza for her.

It would be a lot of pizza, though, as she traded in all of her pills from home for funds to buy a lot of pizza and chips and (sigh) pop. She hooked up her phone to pump out some tunes, which meant really hoping someone would pull through with some booze because it was scientifically proven that holding red Solo cups with beer diminished texting cravings, if only because it was increasingly difficult to do both.

So, there was food. There was music. There were beverages which were probably more appropriate for a boarding school dormitory setting, anyway. Now all Summer needed was people.


[[ flying OCD-free, free for all style! Everyone got an invite! Up stupid early for max playability and my weird ass schedule. ]]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was fresh out of a vacation and he hadn't really met any one of the newbies but Peebee. Didn't mean he was in a huge rush to change that, but, well...

There was a party.

"... Someone a big Eurovision fan or something?" he said, wandering into the common room, following the smell of pizza.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"...Eurovision?"

Apparently not, but Summer was now looking around wondering if anything made her party seem particularly European, because she would want to do more of that because Europe was more sophisticated or whatever, but, no, it was unabashedly American High School Parents Are Gone for the Weekend.

"Oh! Wait, is that, like, that big European singing competition? Then no. Definitely not. I don't do singing competitions."

You tended to find them a little distasteful after your planet was nearly destroyed in an interplanetary one where you also got swept away with a whole religious craze as a result.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Too bad. It's fucking insane," Dante said. But he shrugged. It wasn't like he was a fan, or anything. "So, new kid," he said as he wandered over to the pizza table. "What's your name?"

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Dante," Peebee said, toasting him with a slice of what could only be described as a breakfast pizza, because it had bacon and fried eggs on it. "Almost didn't recognize you with a shirt on."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm sorry," Dante said, smirking at her. "I try not to make a habit of wearing 'em, but sometimes it can't be helped."

[onefootoutthedoor]

Did someone call for booze? Because you were in luck.

"I heard there was a party," Peebee announced as she came in, carrying a box full of assorted bottles that she promptly set down on a table. (Yes, she'd had to get creative to acquire all of them, and no, she wasn't telling how.). "Ooo, and more pizza. Is that a requirement for parties around here, or what?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hey!" Summer was excited to see both Peebee and the booze, because it was super lame to have a party without the latter, and she was sure the former would make the party less lame, too. "And, yeah, I think it is. I mean, it's a pretty good party food, you can eat it with your hands, there's a lot of variety, and I'm sure nearly everyone likes it. I'm not sure I could trust someone who didn't like pizza."

There was a slight pause, just enough for doubt to set in.

"Why?" she asked. "Is there too much pizza? Is there something else I should have gone for that would be better? What kind of party food do people here like?"

[onefootoutthedoor]

Peebee thought for a moment, and frowned. "Really should have tried to pass myself off as an expert on Earth foods, but too late for that now. Oh well. Can't help you there, sorry. But!" She darted over to check out the pizza selection and picked out a slice of something she hadn't tried yet. "I'm definitely not complaining about it, if that helps. You're right, it's definitely a practical party food."

Hmm. Maybe 'Pelessaria B'Sayle, foremost asari pizza expert' had a ring to it.

[thatsweirdright]

"More thesis material?" Jason asked, wandering over to his roommate's impromptu bar setup.

[onefootoutthedoor]

"What, this? Nah." Peebee rearranged a couple of bottles on the table, then picked one up to actually look at the label. Might help to know what things were! "This is just for fun. Want something?"

That she'd probably just make up on the fly. That would end well.

[good_for_six]

Isabela wasn't one to turn down a party, even if she preferred someone else to be paying for the booze. At least the food was free.

"Well, look at all this."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Whooooo," Summer said, with mild enthusiasm as she gestured around the room at her set-up. "I would have liked a bit more, but I was working on limited resources." Thanks, pill-based economy!!

"But hi! I haven't met you yet! I'm Summer. Welcome to my Surviving the First Week party!"

[good_for_six]

"Isabela," she said, bowing grandly. "Odd, usually places around here deliver far more than you pay for."

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Hello there, person I haven't met yet," Peebee said cheerfully. With an appreciative grin, because, well.

[good_for_six]

Isabela grinned back. "Hello interesting blue person."

[giveherahand]

Mara was making an effort to be more social, so here she was, out of her room.

No applause necessary, everyone!

She found a glass of something yellow-green and fizzy to drink (it didn't look like any mountain dew she'd ever seen), and glanced around for people to talk to.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hey! Girl I talked to about food and is also in my pole dancing class!" Summer, drunk not with alcohol yet but the power of a growing party, eagerly bounced over when she spotted the other red head. "Mara, right?"

[giveherahand]

"Right," Mara said, smiling. "And you're Summer."

[thatsweirdright]

"Mara, hey," Jason said, wandering over. "Is that one of Peebee's creations?" he asked, glancing at her drink.

[giveherahand]

"She makes stuff?" Mara said, peering into her drink. "This tastes...green."

[thatsweirdright]

It had been... a while, since Jason had actually been invited to a party. And he liked Summer, so naturally he was going to show up.

"Looks good," he said with a grin.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Jason!" Summer was beaming, as things started to get better and better with each additional person. "Thanks! We got a bartender," she gestured over to Peebee, "and everything! But we might need to do a pizza run soon. I think that Dante kid is a bottomless pit inside."

[thatwaslucky]

Rey didn't think she'd ever been to a party here, because she felt awkward at them, but since it was her little sister throwing it, she came. And stood in a corner because she felt awkward.

[onefootoutthedoor]

"You!" Peebee took a break from her self-appointed bartending duties to bounce over to Rey. "I haven't met you yet, either. Hi."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Rey! Hi!" Summer bounced over, feeling quite pleased with the building turn out of familiar faces. "I'm so glad you came!"