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?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was pretty sure people were killed for not having the best performance, so she doubted it was really that insane. She wasn't about to go into that, though.

She was half-tempted to joke that her name actually was New kid, but it was a really lame joke, and not a great way to leave a first impression. "Summer," she said. "Summer Smith. What's yours? I don't think I've seen you around yet."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hi, Summer."

She'd have to wait for her answer for a second; Dante was too busy shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth.

"I'm Dante," he added, when he was finished. "Was out on a roadtrip last week."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Truly, a worthy reason for a delayed response if there was one.

"Oooh, where to?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"San Francisco," Dante said.

She'd better be careful. He was perfectly capable of eating all of the pizza in this room, given enough time.

"Went to Disney first, saw the Grand Canyon, the works," he added. "Hey, where you from?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

At that point, really, she'd just be impressed, but, considering the rate he was going, she felt the urge to make sure she managed to get one last slice for herself, just in case.

"Here," she said, mouth still slightly full, but she swallowed before continuing, "-ish. It's kind of complicated, but you're probably used to that if you're not a fellow new kid. What about you? Or is that a complicated response, too?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"A place called Limbo City that doesn't exist on this Earth," Dante said. (Not that it was a huge waste.) "It's up near New York."

[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]

"So you are from Earth, then," Summer noted, "but not this one, like me. Your Earth doesn't also happen to be ruled by giant bugs from the Galactic Federation, by any chance, would it?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Long pause. Looong pause.

"No, just demons."

Well, used to be.

[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?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh." Summer had her own moment to pause. "Well, that's not too bad."

And then another. "Or is it? I don't actually have a lot of experience with demons, just the devil, and, let me tell you, he was not all he was cracked up to be. Still a total jerk, though."

[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.

[rebelseekspizza]

"They're dead now, mostly, so I guess it doesn't really matter."

Ooh, was that pepperoni? He needed that.

[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]

Really rolled right off the tongue!

Summer relaxed a little as she felt a minor crisis was averted, but, really, she was worrying way too much.

"Good," she said. "And congratulations on surviving the first week of workshops! How'd it go? Clearly, you've survived."

[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!"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, that's...gooooood," said Summer, who then cleared her throat a little, because where did you go from there? I mean, some of those demons could have been friends, she didn't know. He didn't seem to worked up about it, but the last thing she wanted to do was make a demon-related faux pas.

"So, uhhhh, have you been going here long?" she tried.

[good_for_six]

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

[somethingwithturquoise]

The bow made Summer suddenly feel like she should be fancier, which, for the moment, seemed to include improving her posture slightly. She gave a faint, humble sort of smile. "I didn't have much to pay for it to begin with," she admitted, "so, with that into consideration, it's not that bad, I guess. I'm still getting used to thing around here, I only just started."

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Oh, clearly." Peebee waved a hand. "It wasn't bad. Hardly an academic challenge, but there's plenty for me to figure out outside the classroom anyway. Though I have to say, I'm already over the introductions part."

[good_for_six]

Fancy, please, Isabela only did it to show off her boobs. "Haven't learned which bar doesn't have the weird hang-ups yet?"

The very concept of carding was strange and unnatural to a Rivani.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," agreed Summer. "Time to get into some of the really good stuff. Hopefully. They're not going to be as bad as I originally thought, though. What're you looking forward to most? For me, it's pole-dancing. It'll be good to work off all this pizza all the time."

And to piss off her dad, but, you know.