Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Early Evening (Alex's Birthday Party)

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Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]

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Re: Arrive/Eat/Mingle

[intraspective]

"Meal plans and such," she admitted. "I don't eat properly, and I'm trying, but it's not very easy when my default is still 'grab a granola bar' and run, you know?"

Re: Arrive/Eat/Mingle

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"Yeah, I get that," Jen said; she'd been lucky to get a granola bar some mornings back in Silver Hills, before the inevitable mutant attack, after all. "I'm definitely no expert, but I could try and look stuff up for you?"

Re: Arrive/Eat/Mingle

[intraspective]

"I wouldn't mind the help," she said hopefully. "I mean, really, I'll totally be looking for stuff as well, but..."