fandomhighdorms | The Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Karla was nervous. Well, that wasn't much of a surprise. Karla had been nervous all day. But this was a new and different kind of nervous. Now, she was about to host a party, which she had never done, in a world that was still foreign to her, and for many girls she did not know very well. It was enough to unsettle even the strongest nerves.

Still, she though she was ready. Dinah had promised to provide her laptop for movies. Karla and Gabrielle had gone to Turtle's and purchased lots of ~~moddable~~ snacks, sodas, and lots of candy and chocolates. She'd bought make-up, since Dinah had mentioned it's importance in such matters, plenty of blankets and pillows to share, and several other sundries because she wasn't entirely certain what else would be needed, and wished to be prepared. Also, lots of booze, from her private Kaeleeran stash.

Most importantly, there was a small, neatly lettered sign on the door that said 'No Males Please.'

Well, she was as ready as she was ever going to be. "Kiss kiss," she muttered.

[~~Give me a second for the OCD, please.~~ OCD is ready to party! Sorry for the repost! Wrong LJ.]

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Jack was hungry. And oblivious. So that little Girls Only sign wasn't even noticed as he walked into the room, intent on getting something from the fridge-y area.

He might have noticed the horde of girls piled in the room, laughing, eating and gossiping in various forms of pajamas. Especially since his entrance brought the entire party to a screeching halt.

Oh, that. That giant teeming mass of estrogen and blondes (who would have thought so many blondes in one place?) who were staring daggers at him?

He did kinda notice them. He stopped in his tracks, gave a half-wave, and said the most eloquent thing he could think of.

"Uh..."

Karla was caught somwhere between annoyance and terror. Except, natural attitude and being surrounded by females meant that annoyance was winning.

"Jack, there was a sign."

That was his one warning. Perhaps he'd heed it.

He blinked. "What sign?" He looked around for a sign reflexively.

"On the door. The one that said males weren't invited." It was hard to say whether her tone or her expression was colder. Either way, this vast frozen wastelands.

"I didn't see a sign? I just wanted some food. From the thing."

Jack's obliviousness was beginning to crack.

Fortunately, Karla's sense of humor was starting to return, along with her spirits. It helped that she generally didn't see Jack as much of a threat. "Jack. Find something elsewhere. Otherwise I will hex you so that no matter what you eat, you will only ever taste pickleberries. For the rest of your life. Unripe pickleberries."

Since that was something she could normally do, he didn't need to know it was beyond her ability right now. Either way, she took it for granted that he'd assume it was something she would do.

"Ulg, that's a fate worth than death if it's just pickleberr--" Jack cut himself off and his eyes opened wide. "You're a witch?!"

You'd think he'd pick up on this, having entered a world of talking unicorns through a magic web, la.

Karla gaped at him for a minute, because, you know the world of talking unicorns through a magic web thing. Then, she drew herself up, and gave him a Look. "I am a Black Widow Healer Queen, and I know for a fact that you want to ask that question in a different tone of voice."

He turned slightly away, running a hand through his hair. "How come no one tells me these things?" He looked back at her. "Did you know that my Little Sibling is an elf? No one told me! I had to find out myself!" He wasn't mad, just...annoyed.

Complete stop. Black Widow? "Wait. You're a spider queen? Like the superhero guy? Awesome!" Yeah, someone reads too many comics, judging from the grin on his face and that ridiculous pose.

Karla had to stop and gape again. Seriously, talking to Jack ~~made her lose Willpower, wait this isn't a WoD game~~ made her head hurt. "Jack," she said wearily, "I am neither a spider nor a 'superhero guy.' And, yes, I knew Leda was an elf. And I didn't think that me being a witch needed explaining WHAT WITH THE MAGICAL WORLD OF TALKING UNICORNS YOU GOT TO THROUGH MAGIC!!!"

She massaged the bridge of her nose. He hadn't figured out pickleberries either.

Side effects of Jack Burton may include: headache, dizziness, anger, fatigue, san loss, and throwing up of arms while making an "argh!" noise.

"Well, it's not like everyone around here has it tattooed on their forehead what they can do, so forgive me if I'm a bit surprised when it's just sprung on me like this!" he returned, hands on hips.

"So, Leda. She getting on okay? And you?" Shifting things rapidly would be a skill Jack would utilize greatly in his career as a long-distance trucker.

"IT WAS A MAGICAL WEB THAT GLOWED AND LET YOU RIDE UNICORNS!!!! IT DOES NOT NEED MORE OF AN EXPLANATION!!!"

Shifting topics without a clutch also made Karla's head hurt. She tried her calm-and-reasonable voice, suddenly sympathizing with all the males who'd ever had to use it on her. "Leda's fine. I'm fine. We're all fine. Now then, I will give you three slices of pizza if you promise to go away before I have to string you on barbed wire and WEAR YOU LIKE A NECKLACE!!!!"

Calm and reasonable only worked for so long with Karla

"WELL SORRY IF I'M A LITTLE LATE TO THE PARTY WHAT WITH THE MAGIC AND ALL."

No, it's easy, just a bit of footwork and then suddenly bam, it's shifted. No problems!

"AND I'D LOVE SOME PIZZA! WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?!"

[I'm not sure anyone wants to wear a JB barbwire necklace. Probably annoying, hits on your friends, and that hair? And that bad HTML coding? Nah.]

Karla sank her face into a hand. With the other hand, she waved, and sent a pizza box flying through the air towards Jack. "Go. Just... just go," she said, weakly.

With her shoulders shaking and her face covered, it's kind of hard to tell whether Karla was laughing or crying.

Jack snagged the pizza (nearly fumbled it, that'd be a shame!) and started back for ~~freedom~~ the door with a "thanks!" at Karla.

Karla was busy keeping her face buried in her hands, and planning all the horrible things she was going to do to him.

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