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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"Well be more precise next time." Triela did not fake 'prim' very well at all.

"I'll work on that," Karla said, just as primly. Then tossed a piece of cheese at Triela.

Triela may have lost a fight, but her reflexes were still unnaturally fast. Her hand snapped up to snag the piece of cheese out of the air.

Then she popped it into her mouth. "Thanks."

"Welcome," Karla said cheerily, trying not to let on that there was another piece heading towards Triela from the right. Though she couldn't quite supress the wince that came from using Craft tonight.

Triela was pretty relaxed, and Hilshire wasn't actually in the room, and usually that'd be enough to keep her distracted. But Hilshire was on the island, and apparently that was enough to keep Triela's hyper-awareness up and running.

Her hand snapped up again and she shook her head. "I'm glad you're being so mature about it."

Karla just laughed. "You're good," she said admiringly. "And I'm being very mature about it. That piece of cheese could have been ten or twelve grapes, you know."

Which, now that she mentioned it, she'd have to try and see if Triela could catch all of them. But not tonight. That would hurt too much, and take all the fun out of it.

"I am good," Triela agreed. "It's the more important half of my job, after all." She flashed a grin and tossed the cheese at Karla underhanded.

Which Karla neatly caught in her mouth. "Your job? I didn't know you had one? What do you do?" She asked when she was done chewing.

"I work in law enforcement." Sort of. "I have two major tasks: keep my handler alive in the field, and eliminate threats which he designates."

"Is that--" how you got hurt? was Karla's original question. But she know she didn't want people probing into her injuries and weakness, and assumed Triela was much the same. "--something you do here, or in Rome?" she finished smoothly.

"Rome," Triela answered easily. "Hilshire's never been to the island before this trip."

"And Hilshire is...your handler?" Karla asked, to make sure. "Why is he here now? Making certain Fandom is a safe place for you?"

Hope he doesn't mind the alligators then.

"Yeah." Triela's voice was... conflicted. Fond, exasperated, frustrated... Hilshire and Triela were... complicated. "He's here looking for people to train me. After... my last mission."

As for alligators, well, Hilshire had Triela. And Triela had a shotgun.

"More training?" Karla asked gently. It was clear there was a story there, but it didn't necessarily mean it was a story Triela wanted to tell. "Perhaps while he is here, you can have him look into magic. It would likely be very useful in your endeavors. A shield is one of the most useful protective devices there is. It's the first thing I intend to teach the Magic Reserves."

"I may bring it up," Triela decided. "But I don't know if he'd know much about it. Neither of us have much experience with it."

"Well, if he has questions, I'm willing to talk about it some...as long as you're there."

Karla didn't really want to get in to why she was unwilling to meet a strange male, alone. Hopefully, Triela wouldn't ask.

"Where he goes, I go." It was simple, but true.

She might ask about that slight hesitation another time. When they were both more relaxed.

"Though obviosuly not the other way around," Karla said, gesturing at the slumber party at large. "Or he's got some fantastic illusion skills. So consider the invitation open, should your Hilshire wish to ask me about magic some time."

"No," Triela grinned. "I protect him." Not the other way around. Or, rather, Hilshire's protection was from a different kind of threat.

"And thanks."

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