The Roof: Saturday Evening

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had handwavily found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink Moddable of course was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]

Comments

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm in one of the sex classes, which is a hoot, and cooking, which may be a disaster, and the adventures in literature," she sighed, shaking her head. "At least I have a four-day weekend."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Sex, cooking, literature, and ethics," Valentine noted. "With a four day weekend. Not a bad combination at all. If you can survive the cooking, anyway..."

[icecoldfrost]

"More like if my classmates survive my cooking," Emma replied wryly. "What about you? What sorts of classes do you find yourself with this time?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Classical Genre and World Wars in the Media," Valentine said. "So you can't even call me a total nerd because that's not even a full schedule."

[icecoldfrost]

"You have Hot Mitchell for a teacher," Emma sighed, looking wistful. "Brilliant and easy on the eyes, lucky you."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

And talking about media coverage of wars. That was probably the sexiest part.

Valentine placed a hand to her chest. "Be still my heart. Should be a good class."