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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[good_for_six]

"The only other girl I know about is only partly blue." And Isabela's cheerful pursuit there kept floundering on the twin shores of Jedi repression and player inability to brain. "Which does raise the intriguing question of whether you're blue all over."

[onefootoutthedoor]

Peebee crossed her arms and chuckled knowingly. "I should've known that would be the big, burning question someone was going to ask sooner or later."

Which she wasn't just going to go and answer, because that was no fun.

[good_for_six]

They wouldn't be Bioware characters if they did the sensible boring thing!

"You mean no one has yet?" Isabela clucked her tongue. "This place is falling down on hospitality."

Hospitality, yes, that was one word you could use for it.

[onefootoutthedoor]

They'd only have about half their canon if they did the sensible boring thing.

"Either that or I really haven't been trying hard enough," Peebee said, snapping her fingers. "Shame, really."

[good_for_six]

Things would probably be on fire less, though.

"Simply terrible," Isabela agreed. "If only there was someone to pick up the slack."

[onefootoutthedoor]

Literally and figuratively.

Peebee poured herself a drink and eyed Isabela over the top of it. "And here I was, not even realizing I was missing out on a really warm welcome."

[good_for_six]

Isabela had hooked up at her welcome picnic and felt that everyone should be so lucky.

She grinned at Peebee before arranging her features into a more solemn expression. "As outgoing student council president, I feel it's my duty to make it up to you."

[onefootoutthedoor]

On a meta level this seemed like a terrible idea. But again, Bioware characters.

"Personally attending to an oversight, hmm?" Yeah, Peebee was just full-on smirking now. "I'm impressed. And appreciative."

Yes, the checking-her-out made that clear, Peebee.

[good_for_six]

If Peebee wanted non-terrible ideas, there'd be a nice, sensible spiky girlfriend Turian she could annoy in six hundred-odd years time.

"And I haven't even done anything yet," Isabela said, with a smirk of her own. "But I am very thorough and hands on."

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Promises, promises," Peebee drawled. "Sure, they sound great and all, but it's whether you make good on them that really counts. So I might need proof."

[good_for_six]

"Such aspersions on my honour." Isabela sounded terribly upset, really. "I don't think I can let such doubts stand a moment longer."

[onefootoutthedoor]

Peebee finished off the last of her drink before she answered, just so she could make a show of licking her lips afterward.

"Oh, I'd say I'm definitely open to being convinced. And who knows? You could get an answer to that question of yours. I'd call that a win all around, wouldn't you?"

[good_for_six]

Isabela appreciated the way Peebee thought on a number of very shallow levels.

"I definitely would," she said. "And it just so happens that I don't have a roommate to be disturbed by vigorous arguments."

[onefootoutthedoor]

Well, the shallow levels were the most fun ones.

"That's convenient," Peebee said cheerfully. "Especially since any debates I get into tend to be . . . very heated."

If she had eyebrows she'd totally have been waggling them.

[good_for_six]

Isabela could waggle enough eyebrows for both of them.

"There's nothing more satisfying than finding an finding an energetic partner and coming to a firm conclusion." She offered Peebee her arm. "Shall we?"

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Oh, I definitely like the way you think," Peebee said, and took her arm -- though she did make sure to grab a bottle of something or other first. "Let's get to the main event."