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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night

Rikku was chilling out in the third floor common room, in her PJs and with some of her birthday gifts in tow.

Hey, Hamlet had gotten her a candy basket, that meant he wanted her to have it, right? And some Lucas guy had brought her a whole case of some neat-tasting stuff to wash it down with.

She couldn't think of a better way to zap out her emo than to get hopped up on candy and whatever this Jolt stuff was and watch some movies.

(VERY OPEN. Come have candy and jolt and embrace the insanity.)

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"Dawn!!!" The hug back was every bit and squeezy and glompy. With some bouncing in. "Yeah! I'm all ... I'm okay, I mean not okay but better, yeah? Oh! And Jude's a guy again! And ..." Her eyes widened and she blushed some. "And nothing just you know, that's good, right? Yeah! Okay! Hey! You should change into your PJs, too! I have candy! And some of this stuff! It tastes neat! Yeah? You should try it!"

That was weird. Rikku almost felt like she was talking even faster than usual.

Dawn noted the bouncing with relief. It meant that Rikku was healing, which was good. "Yay for you being better and Jude being a guy and what was the blush about?"

She looked down at her shorts and tank top. "What kind of candy and oh my god, is that Jolt? I love that, but I was only allowed to have a couple of sips once because Buffy said it would stunt my growth, although, hi, irony, table for Buffy there, because she's all wee and I'm not, y'know?"

"Do I really need my jammies?"

"Nothing! A little nothing! Something! Okay, uh, Jude was kinda a guy and we were in Denmark without roomies and so he was all, you know, uh, but nothing bad happened, I mean, nothing happened but maybe a little something happened but that sounds so bad but Dawn, oh man, and you probably don't want to hear about that oh my gosh never mind I'm sorry!" Rikku was blushing harder now and bouncing and her usual rambling was through the stratosphere.

"ALL KINDS of candy, there's just a huge bouquet and it was from H-" she almost stuttered and then closed her eyes and forced the word out "Hamlet and I can't think of anything he'd want me to do with it more than get high on sugar and watch movies and be an idiot and I don't know what it is but it tastes nifty and kinda makes me feel all head-rush-y but in a good way, you know?" Deeeeeep breath. "And you don't need jammies but you can get them if you want them because jammies are soooooo great, yeah?"

Dawn's eyes widened. "A little something happened? Oh my god!" Then there was squealing, very high-pitched and excited. "That's so great!"

She hugged Rikku again. "No, I can't imagine anything either, and Jolt is soda, but with, like twice the sugar and all the caffeine. Hang on, I'll be right back."

Dawn ran out and returned minutes later, wearing her jammies (http://www.sleepyheads.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=PJ319SAV8&Category_Code=PJSVD). "Okay, I'm ready!"

"Yeah! It was ..." She dropped her voice. "Okay, yeah, you know how, the, uh, there's ... they change back, uh, from the animal thing and they're ... uh ..." She flailed. "Is this an okay-to-tell-you thing or a please-don't-overshare thing? 'Cause I can totally shut up!"

She squeezed back. "He, uh, he would've been proud of me, Horatio said, 'cause we went to a formal event-thing like the heads of the states or something and I was trying to do okay but everyone thought I was weird so I started acting weird and he and I were kinda cracking up and ... yeah. There's ... whoa. That's a lot, isn't it? Sugar I mean. Good thing we have the candy!"

... Okay, her logic was not Earth logic. But she squeed and bounced at the jammies. "Those are awesome! They're all cute and adorable and dude, we need to get Luke PJs! He said he doesn't have any! Let's get him something embarrassing!"

Dawn squeed again, "Don't go into the detaily details, but anything else is okay and congratulations, that's so great! Are you happy about it? Was Jude?"

"Yeah, there's a lot of sugar, and the stuff in the middle should totally soak up some of the caffeine. I think that's why they get put together a lot." She obviously had no idea, or a brilliant future career in the food industry ahead of her.

Dawn turned a little circle to show off her jammies, reaching for a candy bar and biting into it. "Aren't they cute? Thank you and he doesn't have any??? We have to make him a milkshake, too, because he's never heard of one. Oooh, what do you think of penguins? Or maybe iguanas or flamingos?"

"Yeah, very! It was kinda ... like ... he was, uh, not weeeeeearing much so we were all snuggly and hey maybe I shouldn't be weeeeeeeearing much either and then it was 'hey, uh, you should move your hands' and uh ..." She facepalmed. "I sound awful, yeah!? It was just like ... he was back and I missed him and we were all 'I love you' and snuggly and ... it was really, you know?! Like he's great and I'm great and it's all awesome and ... OKAY, wow, I'm just rambling, huh!?"

Rikku took another swig of the Jolt. "This stuff is great! I can't believe I didn't try this before! And I told him we had to have a pajama party and he said he didn't have any pajamas and I said 'you need some' and he was all 'can't I wear normal clothes' and I said 'NOOOOO, because it's a PAJAMA PARTY not a NORMAL CLOTHES party, DUH.'" She rolled her eyes. And bounced. "He's never had a milkshake!?? Dude! We should take him to Luke's! Jude makes awesome shakes! Like orange-cream-vanilla-y ones and chocolate-caramel-cookie ones and really cool ones! And I think we should totally go shopping for PJs and find some awful terrible bad ones for him and make him try them on! Ones with feet!"

"No, you don't sound awful! Not at all, and that's great and snuggly and I'm glad he was there for you and who cares if you're rambling? I mean, it's not like I'm the rambling police!"

Dawn munched on a Reese's Cup. "I can't believe you didn't either! And wow, Luke is such a boy sometimes," she said like that was a bad thing, "and no! And I've never had a Jude milkshake, but those sound incredibly delicious! Yes!" She bounced, "He needs them with feet, and that little back door in the back so your rear end hangs out like in the cartoons!"

"It was sooooo awesome and he was so great when I needed him and I told him I've never ... you know, let myself be so vulnerable and he was all ... and his, uh, he ...." She dropped her voice. "He has magic fingers, Dawn. He told me that when he was giving me a neck rub once and it's true."

She swiped a Nestle Crunch and bounced more. "I knoooooow! Who doesn't have pajamas!? We should go get him some! Buy them in town or something and oooooh, maybe I can get a new pair 'cause mine aren't real summery and Jude-shakes are the best thing ever and we need to get him a LOT of pairs and make them real cutesy and embarassing and tell him to put them on or we'll show everybody more footage of the tiger thing!"

"Oh my god." Dawn leaned over and whispered back, "Have you seen Sam's hands? It's the same thing. Like magic magic, right? And you kinda want to save them forever, but not in the creepy taxidermist kind of way?"

"Only Luke doesn't have jammies, and I love jammie shopping, so we should totally do that, and yes, do they make some with sounds? Because he totally needs mooing jammies and what tiger thing? Can't we just pout at him?"

Rikku shook her head with a mischevious smile. "Ooooooh, no, I'll have to look next time I see him! That's awesome. Jude's got, like, these long skinny fingers and they're really, uh ..." She bit her lip, trying to think of a good word. "Quick? Flexible? I don't know the word I mean, but they, uh, they're ... nice."

She blushed and kept rambling. "We should, that'd be AWESOME and whoa. They make them with sounds!? He needs moo cow jammies! And the tiger thing was the movie from the festival with him and Gavin and quarters and I can be hyper at him if that helps and we need to actually start the club not just for pajamas but yeah."

"Nice is a good word," Dawn agreed, sighing dreamily. She knew all about good fingers on boyfriends.

"I don't know, but they totally should, shouldn't they? I mean, you could have ducky pajamas that quacked, and how awesome would that be?? I missed the tiger thing and hyper almost always helps and yes, we definitely need the club and not just of pajamas, but pajamas are fun. Pajama is a weird word. Pajama. Pajama. Pajama. Hey, what do you think a pajama is? They're always sold in pairs."

Rikku giggled. "Boys are awesome and I wish my pajamas made little ratchety gear sounds and that would be the best thing ever. OH MY GOSH the tiger thing was this movie, like, they got gremlin-bit, Luke and Gavin, and they thought they were weird magicians who were kinda dating I think and they thought Artoo was und tiiigah and Artoo totally taped it and if you mention it to either of them they freak out and if you watch it then when they get to the quarter part look away and oooooh, that's weird! Except you know what, pants do that too! And shorts! But only one skirt. Maybe 'cause it's just one piece, foom! And we totally need the club but we should make that be a question on the form for people to fill out, right between '3. Have you ever saved the world? Give specific examples' and '5. Been to any f-funerals lately?'" She tried not to flinch and hurried on. "'4. What is a pajama, singular, and how does it differ from its plural counterpart? Use extra paper if necessary.'"

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