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Torn Toga Party! [Friday evening/night]

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

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...and chat and lounge in the chairs or sit on the benches or simply admire the awesome deck.

And be merry. There's all kinds of party food and party drink set out at various places.

And inexplicably a lot of stealth mango juice.

There's room to dance, and a horseshoe pit set up, along with a limbo stick for seeing how low you can go.

Let's hope everyone wore underthings beneath their togas.

Tiny Toons was finally released on DVD! It was

laceycantile's idea to celebrate this event by paying homage to the Kon-Ducky sketch with mango juice and falling palm trees. <3 <3 <3

Sorry it's up so late, I was zonked and slept through the alarm.

Lee wasn't wearing a toga (mostly because he wasn't sure what one was) but he was out on the lawn, sitting around one of the fire pits and enjoying the new area.

Hannibal took a seat in one of the chairs, stretching his legs out and holding a class of juice loosely in one hand.

Turtle (in Viki's body) was staying on her feet on the lawn right now, far too fascinated with her current, different form to stay seated. She'd missed having long hair and actually braided Viki's into a braid, for old times sake, and kept whipping her head around to get that familiar tug again. And she was a bit thinner, a bit taller, and...

...okay, she had to admit, she might be starting to see a bit more of why Jeff was so fascinated with breasts. Now that she actually had some that were a decent size, Turtle herself found herself moving in ways that she could notice then more, completely amazed.

It wasn't fair, really; she'd miss having them after tomorrow.

Cal was definitely the sort to grab a nice refreshing pop, have a seat, and relax, enjoying the nice deck and the people watching, and pondering whether it was okay to smoke out here.

He took a thoughtful sip.

"Ah! Mango juice!" he declared, upon realization that it was definitely not his pop, only to find himself then bonked on the head with an inflatable palm tree.

"What the--!"

He took another sip and tucked the palm tree under his arm; he glanced skyward but, seeing no signs of where it came from, just shrugged, and decided that it was his inflatable palm tree now. Ha.

Edited 2008-07-18 22:03 (UTC)

This almost didn't happen. Once Chad (in Kaylee's body) ducked out of work earlier to make it to the toga party (although he was not in a toga; the clothes that Kaylee was wearing at the mindswap would remain on her body until they swapped back. Chad figured it would be way too rude to change her clothes, all things considered), he had intended on just gravitating toward the food, eying the chairs on the deck a little wistfully.

It would have been a shame to get new chairs and then break them right off the bat, he thought to himself, until he realized, wait a second! He was all little and stuff now! Well, little-er. He could sit on any chair he wanted and actually have to try to break it!

So there was a very excited looking Chad (in Kaylee's body) almost (almost; he was still Chad, after all) bouncing in one of the chairs.

Just for practice, Brooke swiped a drink from somewhere random and felt really sort of accomplished.

At least till she sipped it. Maybe she just couldn't taste the vodka.

Ned liked the campfires. He liked them more than common rooms despite the lack of a place to cook.

So, he was out there, hands tucked under his arms.

Meg was lounging on one of the chairs with a glass of juice in her hand. She had gotten a mango juice so she wasn't surprised when she took a sip and found it tasting mangoey. Good thing. She wouldn't like being hit with a inflatable tree.

Johnny was having a hard time getting used to the face he now sported. To the body. He should have read those brain-swapping ~~that is still being played out la~~ posters better because What. The. Hell?

Look at him! He was a walking talking alien!

He hadn't gone back to his room. Nor had he tried to find Savannah. His hotness was... gone. This really crimped his style man.

He tried to blend in and grabbed a glass of juice. He would think about drinking it. His mouth felt weird.

Lois was out on the lawn, sitting near one of the fire pits. She just had to find herself some marshmallows and she'd be in business.

Okay, last night had not worked out for Brooke, but that didn't mean she couldn't try again today. Oh, look.

"I know you're not just sitting out here by yourself," Brooke said, wandering over with her drink.

Chuck was in a lounge chair, sipping on a drink. He had to keep adding vodka to his drink from a flask he had in his pocket. For some reason the drink kept losing it's kick. And he could have sworn he had gotten pineapple juice. This tasted like something else.

"Well." He gestured to the chair next to him. "Now, I'm not."

Adah was hardly the mingling type; in fact, as she settled in a chair amidst the thick of things on the deck, she occasionally sent a longing glance toward the various spots on the lawn she would have much rather have claimed as her own. However, while the basic part of the experiment had come and passed, the meat of her research was still to be had. She had a notebook balanced precariously in her lap and her eyes were wide and observant, tracking the various ~~victims~~ volunteers that had participated and chosen to interact at the party and keeping slow and careful notes on their behaviors. Ways that they moves that showed adaptations to their new physicality, compared to what they might have been used to when they came in. She sipped occasionally and idly at her drink, but, for the most part, it went untouched, her work far too fascinating to be drawn away from. She felt like she was at the center of a giant, roiling petri dish, overflowing with life and activity. It gave her chills, occasionally racking through her body violently and causing a great big squiggly line to dash through her notes.

Amber (in Inara's body) was so pretty! The brain-swapping ~~which still has to be played out la~~ wasn't so bad after all. She was shorter, of course, and more... hourly glass shaped. Her boobs were... oh my gosh bigger. She felt serene and graceful and wasn't she just pretty?

She smiled and didn't feel like sitting down just yet. She enjoyed the way she was moving, and helped herself to a glass of mango juice.

She always wondered what it was like to have long, dark hair though not at all like Becky Leeman, the little bitch.

You couldn't keep Eve away from a party, even in a different body. The aforementioned different body just meant that she really, really wanted a drink.

But she wouldn't get drunk. At least, not too drunk, this being Michael's body and all. But she could still get her drink on, she figured.

... if she could find a drink that wasn't turning into mango juice.

"Good fire?" Ned asked, wandering quietly over. "Or...hot fire? Good hot fire?"

Smiling, Brooke settled herself in the chair. "I'm Brooke."

Cal had to admit to feeling a little surprised when he spotted (how could you not spot him) Worf in the crowd at the party. "Worf!" he called out, lifting his cup with one hand while the other arm still clutched protectively around the trunk of his inflatable palm tree. "Don't drink the prune juice, it tastes weird!"

No, Cal had not tried the prune juice. But, since it was prune juice, it would always taste weird.

"Hannibal," he said, switching his drink to his other hand and offering his now free hand to her. "Pleasure, Brooke. Why haven't we met sooner?"

Lois smiled. "The last one, I think. It's hot but I don't mind it. I'm close enough to enjoy the fire and yet far away enough as to not be gross and sweaty."

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