Ground Floor, Rec Room [Thursday, Evening]

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Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of completely moddable party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now... Party on!]]

Comments

Re: Arrive, Mingle, etc.

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"I wouldn't dream of missing it," she beamed, holding her arms out for a hug. "Though apparently I would dream of being late. Terribly sorry, but I'm rather glad I haven't missed the party entirely."

Re: Arrive, Mingle, etc.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Fashionably late," he said, reaching out to hug her tightly. "Just means you made an entrance."

Re: Arrive, Mingle, etc.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"It sounds rather more dramatic than it feels," she said, squeezing back with a laugh. "You know, you're rather difficult to shop for. That isn't why I'm late, but I should use it as my excuse. It sounds as though I was slaving away, worrying and agonizing over each item in a shop somewhere, looking for the simply perfect gift."