Third Floor Common Room of Face-Punching, Friday Night

[the_merriest]

Okay, so lunch had been a wash, and Rikku didn't go around inventing holidays in order to not punch people in the face.

So the third floor common room was crammed full of all the moddable snacks she could get her grabby little hands on, and she'd even made a banner:

Happy Hu Uha Eh Vyhtus Ghufc So Ranedyka Yhofyo!

That was all the warning anybody was going to get.

... Of course, the snacks looked good enough that she'd probably risk a few hits in order to snag some. That was how these fake holidays went, you know.

(OOC: Come one, come all! Remember: snacking means punching in the face. Come for the snacks, stay for the gratuitous violence?)

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[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi wasn't really interested in the snacks. She was more interested in the foreign language on the banner. "Are you the girl who does the thing in the paper about learning Al Bhed?" she asked Rikku.

[the_merriest]

"You bet!" Rikku bounced. "It's the language of my people. Nobody really speaks it here, except Lulu. The Sex Ed teacher? She's kinda a friend of mine, from home. And Alec's been learning some, too, just to learn it. Rammu! Famlusa!"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"Rammu. Famlusa. What do they mean?" asked Hoshi.

[the_merriest]

"Hello and welcome," she smiled. "And the banner is ... oh. I can't translate the banner, it'd give something away."

Rikku leaned in, dropping her voice. "Honestly? The banner is kinda me admitting I made this whole holiday up."

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"Neat. I'm Hoshi, by the way. Learning languages is what I do," she said.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie wandered into the common room and looked gleefully at the food. "What's the heck does that big keysmash on the banner mean?" he asked as he started to put a chip in his mouth.

[the_merriest]

HOORAY! SUCCESS! Rikku bounced over to Jamie and sucker-punched him right in the mouth.

This, of course, required a booty dance.

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[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Now that's just darn rude," Jamie said rubbing his jaw and then picking himself off the floor.

And then picking his other self off the floor.

"I think she's lost it," the duplicate said putting a breadstick in his mouth.

"Undoubtedly," Jamie said as he gnoshed on a cube of cheese.

[the_merriest]

"You know," Rikku said, bouncing forward to sucker-punch one Jamie, and then the other, "we write for the paper. You'd think you'd read it."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

There was FOOOOD. Sokka hadn't eaten much all day, because of, you know, the thing. And there was all kinds of FOOD and...

He hovered near the snacks and grinned awkwardly at Rikku. "Happy hu wa thingy, Orangey!" he said, with a wave.

[the_merriest]

"Thanks!" she beamed. "Happy Hu Uha Eh ..."

Rikku turned to read the banner, realizing she'd forgotten the rest of it. And then shrugged. "Happy Face-Punching!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka looked at Rikku.
Sokka looked at the snacks.

...Sokka looked hungry.

"Mmmm, those are good-looking snacks," he told her. "Very tasty. Yum. You should try some."

[the_merriest]

"They really do look good, don't they?" she beamed. "But I, uh, I already ate."

Her stomach picked that moment to growl.

"Dang it," she said, making a face.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was always interested in food. And, though he had indeed read the newspaper, and he did happen to notice the banner, there were just some things worth being cold cocked for.

He had a weakness for cake, after all.

[the_merriest]

"Hi, Valentine!" Rikku beamed. "How are you? There's cake!"

And then because he was her friend and she would feel bad, she asked, "Uh. Did you ... read the paper this week? No reason."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine paused to consider the question, the cake lingering a few inches from his lips.

"As a matter of fact, I did. Happy Hoo-oohah thingie." See, even Valentine could be thoughtful from time to time. "How's the kitten doing? Still retarded?"

Briefly, conversation had saved his face.

[the_merriest]

"Very," she giggled. "And look! My arm's better! That means I can beat people up."

[intraspective]

Ino wandered into the common room, saw the sign, and laughed. She'd read the paper, of course, but the idea? Still really funny.

Didn't mean she was planning to eat anything though. "How many people have you managed to hit?" Ino asked curiously.

[the_merriest]

"Depends," she giggled. "How do you count multiple Jamies?"

[intraspective]

"As a hit for each one?" Ino suggested, a grin on her face, "How many times have you hit him?"

Ino eyed the chocolate and shook her head. She wasn't hungry. Really.

[the_merriest]

"Three times so far, but he might be going back for more," Rikku laughed. "Oh! And please, anyone can celebrate. By which I mean, if you see people snacking, by all means, punch them right in the mouth."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

After the birthday party, John was going to stop by the third floor to see a pretty girl but was distracted by free food in the common room. "Hey, sandwiches!" he said, grabbing one and moving to take a bite...

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

An onion-dip-covered Fist of Grinning Sokka came flying through the air at John's face.

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"OW!" John cried out as Sokka punched him in the face. "I was gonna eat that!" And then he remembered the newspaper. "It's that day, isn't it?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka wasn't listening. He was too busy doing a victory dance.