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]

"Trust me, he was better at a distance."

Where you could point and laugh without having to actually deal with him.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I'll have to take your word for it," Summer sighed. Then shrugged. "But it sounds like I'll have no lack of interesting things coming up. Man, if nothing happens, I'm going to be really disappointed."

[good_for_six]

"Don't worry," Isabela told her cheerfully. "You've probably just jinxed us."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, that's not fair! Now you're just going to blame whatever weird shit happens first on me!"

[good_for_six]

Isabela went to give her a friendly clap on teh shoulder. "No, I'll blame the island first, then you."

Isabela was a terrible person.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, so long as the island gets some blame, too," said Summer. "But if the first weird thing to happen is actually pretty cool, I'm taking credit for that as well."