fandomhighdorms | "We're Bored, So Let's Party" Party: Dorm Stairwells (First-Fifth Floors), Friday Early Afternoon On

Okay, so it wasn't the best planned or fanciest party in the world. There weren't any streamers or banners, just a few hand-scrawled signs on printer paper reading "We're Bored, So Let's Party!" There wasn't even a theme really, but that sort of was the theme, as he and Nadia had concluded yesterday. Besides, Anders was tired and not exactly up to his usual standard of movement. Plus, they were saving all the decorations and planning for the real party, after all the new kids arrived. Oh yes. ~~Mwahahaha.~~

Small tables of snacks, food, and drinks (and of course the ubiquitous supply of cupcakes, since this was after all Anders) had been laid out on all the landings between the first and fifth floors, and the common rooms had been raided for chairs and seat cushions to form makeshift seating areas in the hallways near the stairwells.

Hey, an impromptu party was better than boredom, right?

[OOC: OCD up. Party on. ~~Shut up I totally knew the original subject line was too long the whole time.~~]

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"But . . ." Anders frowned. "If there's no reason for there to be a reason, is that enough reason to say there's no reason?"

Zero to bizarre in 1.3 seconds.

Chad rolled that over in his head, really glad to have something to distract him, but maybe not something this...complicated. He thought he'd figured it out, opened his mouth to voice his thoughts, and then realized he had no clue, and went back to thinking about it for a bit longer.

"But...uh....then there's still a reason. I think."

Ow. Brain. But at least this was a non-annoyance-inducing sort of conundrum.

"Yeah, I think there might be. Um. Possibly?"

Chad shook his head. "I...have no idea," he admitted.

"Me neither." Anders was really going to have to stop thinking about this soon, or he might pull something. Not that he wasn't likely to pull something today anyway, but at least sliding down the banisters was a less embarrassing excuse. "But I guess the important part is the party, right?"

Chad gave a firm nod. "Yes. Party. Good."

If 'party' didn't have a blissful two, Chad would have been worried that the whole thing had knocked him down into monosyllabuls. Not that that was rare.

Monosyllabism, as far as Anders was concerned, was pretty cool and very zen. Not that he knew what zen was, exactly. But if he did, that's how he'd describe it. "Gotta get as many of 'em in as we can before classes start back up."

At the very least, zen was monosyllabic.

"That's right..." Chad was struck with the sudden realization that, oh yeah, you go to school when you're at a school. Usually. "We're probably gettin' new kids with the new semester, too..."

"Oh, yeah." Anders's smile was slightly predatory -- okay, kind of evil. "A whole new bunch of new kids to scare half to death. We've got plans for 'em already."

"What kind of plans?" Chad asked, hoping maybe he'd exceeded past his own new kid status by now to be in on it.

Hey, as far as Anders was concerned Chad could be in on it just by virtue of being Chad. Because Chad was cool.

"Well, we're gonna have a party to welcome 'em . . . and warn 'em about the dangers of evil flying pink ponies at the same time."

Chad looked a little confused. Maybe Anders just looked evil when he grinned. Because that sounded like a pretty logical and nice thing to do...

Until his brain wrapped around the 'at the same time part.'

"Oh. Uhh, where you gonna get the ponies? And do they need top hats?"

"Well," Anders said, "that's the thing. We don't have the ponies. Unless they actually invade. But there's nothing like letting the new kids know right off that really frakking weird things happen here, so we're gonna have a Pink Pony Awareness party. With a, what's it called, a pinata and everything."

Oooh, pinata. Even if Chad did feel a sharp pain of remorse for the possibility of whacking a doppleganger of one of his potential ancestors with a stick until candy burst forth from his bowels. Then again, he was Mexican, so the remorse passed very quickly.

"That's awesome," he concluded after a moment of trying to think of exactly what to call it.

"It is," agreed Anders. Who was very likely to be plagued by disturbing dreams about candy bursting forth from bowels ~~in a manner not unlike the alien bursting out of Kane's chest~~ once he'd actually seen the destruction of a pinata in person, but remained unscathed by such trauma for now. "Mostly Nadia's idea. I just ran with it."

Chad nodded. "S'a good idea to run with. You guys need any help, lemme know. I want in." He gave Anders a thumbs up, while contemplating if anyone around here knew how to conduct a ceremony or something so that he could use his pretty pony past life to score them some actual flying pink ponies. He'd actually be surprised if no one could.

"Well, I can't speak for Nadia, but I'm all for having you on board."

Yeah, Anders would be pretty surprised himself if no one around here could do that. Though the whole pretty pony past life thing might be a little more surprising.

"We're Bored, So Let's Party" Party: Dorm Stairwells (First-Fifth Floors), Friday Early Afternoon On

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