Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[swerval_zero]

It was Oscars time, which meant, of course, it was time for a party, thrown together at the last minute because Zero had been in editing a lot recently. She had set out an array of handwavey bite-size tasty appetizers, big bowls of popcorn, and an assortment of sodas, water, and sparkling juices.

Come! Snark at celebrities! Try to guess who's wearing a dress by totally fictional designer Claude Shi!

((OOC: It was totally always in the right place. Really.))

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[swerval_zero]

"What's the swoo?" Zero asked.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"The swoo?" Turtle asked.

[swerval_zero]

"The swoo," Zero said.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"What's 'the swoo'?" Yes, Turtle was oblivious of the concentric circles building up around this.

[swerval_zero]

"Oh well, y'know, Oscars party. Also, I'm workin' on a movie," Zero said.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle shook her head a little, feeling just a wee bit displaced, but figuring she could maybe loop out of this by focusing on that. "Oh. Kay. Movie?"

[swerval_zero]

Zero nodded. "S'about Fandom, an' the crazy weekends."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle grinned a little. "I'd see that."