fandomhighdorms | The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

Karla looked around and nodded in satisfaction. There was a big glittery banner that said "CONGRATULATIONS TAHIRI!" hung over one wall. She wasn't going to admit it, but playing the glue and glitter and paint had been a lot of fun. Though, with the residual glitter in her hair (and the occasional glittery hand print on the banner), someone might be able to tell.

There was one table completely devoted to ice cream (and wrapped in cold spells). The centerpiece was, of course, a giant ice cream cake with a frosted lightsaber on it. Karla couldn't make any guesses about how accurate it was, but there was a greyish hilt and a ~~I was tempted to say red~~ blue beam coming from the front. It was enough to get the point across, dammit. She'd had to explain to the Chilly Boulder guy what she meant by lightsaber anyway. Though he immediately knew who Ben and Tahiri were. The table wasn't entirely covered by ice cream, as Dinah had mentioned bringing some, too.

It's possible that there may be an ice cream shortage at Chilly Boulder tonight. Sorry.

In the kitchen, there was even more food; this time covered in warming spells. Mostly there were pizzas with a variety of toppings, but she'd also gotten some sides from most of the other restaurants in town. Someone wanted to have pizza with a side of lobster bisque and quesadillas? Totally not a problem. There were also a variety of drinks and, stashed away in the fridge, a few steaks and a chicken--raw, of course--for Blind Seer.

As far as she could tell, everything was done. And if not...well, they could cope. Now the only thing to do was wait for the guests to arrive.

...and try not to cut into the cake before they arrived. It did look good.

[For those invited, please! Up early for great SP justice! Hopefully I will be able to respond to pings, but making no promises. I am very susceptible to Quil, of both the Day and Night varieties. But I had to get this up. OCD~~on its way~~ up!]

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"I did not mean to worry you," Raven said quickly. "Surely you would have heard by now if you had to leave."

"Depends on how the war goes." Right, don't think about that -- if her theory held up, the state of the war had something to do with why Riina had gotten so much contentious. "Though Jaina's still here, so . . ."

She offered another small smile to Raven. "Complicated situation at home."

"I am sorry to hear that," Raven said. "If my abilities extended to other worlds, you know I would offer my help, but...."

"I know. You'd hate it anyway," Tahiri replied. ~~Because canon lives up to its name, man. Lives. Up. To. Itwhatthehell.~~ "It's that fun kind of complicated."

"Complication is rarely enjoyable," Raven said. "There may be some who thrive on it, but I do not think I am one of them."

"Keep it that way," Tahiri advised wryly. "I've forgotten what simple was like."

"I think I have as well, since I arrived here," Raven said. "But I do not regret it."

"Not any of it?" Tahiri asked, watching her carefully and knowing she herself hadn't helped much in that regard.

"The Other Fandom," Raven said quietly. "I would rather have not experienced that."

"Yeah." Tahiri offered her a tendril of comfort. "What I know about it was bad enough."

"I have tried to learn from it and put it behind me," Raven said. "I would rather focus on the good things...learning to feel, making friends for the first time."

Tahiri looked at her thoughtfully for several moments and finally offered, "I hope I count as one of them. At least, I'd like to think so."

"Of course you are," Raven said, looking at Tahiri with surprise. "I hope I have not given you any reason to think otherwise."

"More the other way around," Tahiri said, biting her lip.

"That was not truly your fault," Raven pointed out.

"I know. But sometimes it's hard," she said, with the ironic smile of someone who was getting way too familiar with this situation, "to remember which person wearing that face did what."

Raven struggled to hold her tongue about that just proving she had to do something about the situation, and that she was being stubborn and foolish to refuse assistance. Difficult as it was not to go there, this was a party, after all. "I knew it was not you," she said simply.

Which was enough to take a lot of the worry out of Tahiri's eyes. "Okay," she said, exhaling slowly. "Okay. That's good. I really am glad you made it tonight."

"And it is good to be here," Raven said, offering a smile.

Tahiri returned the smile and -- after surreptitiously wiping it off on her jumpsuit in case it was damp -- held a hand out to Raven. "Good, because we're going to need all the help we can get eating all this food."

Raven took Tahiri's hand and squeezed it. "There is so much ice cream," she said, not having spoken to Karla yet and thus not having her ice cream eating assignment. "You are indeed in need of assistance."

Tahiri laughed sheepishly, but returned the squeeze with more strength than you'd think someone her size would be able to do. "I'm pretty sure Ben can demolish at least half of that all on his own." She could probably make good inroads into it herself, thanks to aforementioned boy's influence.

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