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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[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Ow!"

"And ow!"

"Also?! OW!"

"What they said."

Jamie rubbed his jaw and absorbed his duplicate. "Did I miss something? I remember the acorns."

[the_merriest]

Rikku giggled. "Sorry. It's, uh, it's an old traditional Al Bhed h- ..."

Wait. This was Jamie.

"Okay, so, nobody here knows my people anyway? So I made some crap up as an excuse to beat on people. You wait until someone's eating and then punch them in the face and do a victory dance." She beamed. "And if I get snagged for detention, I'm totally claiming oppression of my people and our ways."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Does that mean I can have food now without getting smacked?"

[the_merriest]

"Totally," she said, nodding. Which was probably a lie, but he had to expect that, right? "Also it means if you see people eating you should just whale on them."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"What if I don't have a whale?"

[the_merriest]

Rikku considered.

"Then you'll just have to use your fists like everyone else, I suppose."