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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"Oh good," Karla said with a grin. "More ice cream. You know, it's possible that they'll have enough ice cream to make it till tomorrow."

"Well, we don't want them having to leave the Island to search for more," Dinah said very seriously. "They might take over a Haagen-Daaz creamery for the sake of their survival, and we'd never see them again."

"Oh! And cookies!" Dinah got a huge grin for that. "Good call. I was going to try to bake some more, but I ran out of time."

Whcih just goes to prove that sometimes the Darkness is merciful.

So, so merciful.

"Awwww," Dinah said anyway, because she was nice like that. "But you already did all the work of putting this together! So cooking would've just been overkill." In so many ways. "Have you had your date with Mat yet?"

"I'm sure there will be another time," Karla assured Dinah. "And I'll save some for you, of course!" The ~~price~~ joy of being friends!

"And no, not yet. I've been kind of running around. And I don't know if he knows how to use phones yet." She shrugged, not looking terribly upset. "If it happens, it happens."

Dinah snickered. "Yeah, until people get the phone idea, it can be awkward arranging stuff around here." She took a bite of her cookie-and-ice-cream and shook her head. "How'd the rest of your week go?"

The answer would have to wait, as Karla had taken one look at Dinah's 'homemade' ice cream sandwhich and realized she needed one for herself.

"Best. Idea. Ever," she said between mouthfuls. "And okay. Auditioned, which went well. Got interrogated by Professor Skywalker, which didn't. Got to play with kittens, which was nice. Used my bra to bait a trap for the Smurfs, which didn't get taken. About even."

Dinah grinned. "Thank you!" Then had to pause and eat while she tried to process all that. "Smurfs? And your bra?"

Yeah, start out with the easy one.

"Little blue creatures stole Francine's pretty lingerie," Karla explained, all earnestness. "She said they were Smurfs. So we decided to bait a trap with one of my bras, to see if we could catch them. I guess they only wanted Francine's undergarments, because mine stayed there." She flushed. "Fortunately, I could just vanish it late at night when no one else was around. Because I wasn't going there in person to get it!"

"Totally, totally get that," Dinah said, smothering a laugh in more ice cream. Poor Francine. Poor Karla. Awwww. "They stole all Leto's shirts. Which, I would give them food for that, but not stealing a girl's underwear." She grinned and took another bite, then had to ask, "Professor Skywalker lectured you about something?"

"Not lectured exactly," Karla said, giving Dinah a wry smile. "I'm sure if you as him, it was a perfectly pleasant conversation. But he kept asking about stuff at home. Glacia stuff. And he doesn't like that we get our strength from something called the Darkness. It was kinda stressful, but then I went and auditioned and that helped."

"Scary man. Scary intimidating man." Or so said the squirrels, anyway. "Hunh. Well, yeah, I guess that's... a cultural thing." Dinah shrugged, then smiled. "Yay! What part do you want, or do you not care?"

"I don't really care, but Puck or Hermia would be fun," Karla said with a smile. "You'd make a great Helena, by the way. And fighting with you on stage would be hilarious."

"It would! And I'd love being Puck too, and Helena would be awesome. Titania would be even cooler, but I saw that Emma was going to try out, and she'd make a way better Titania than I would." Dinah grinned. "I'm just glad Tony's back to human for all this... we could get you a wig. Hermia's supposed to be a brunette." She grinned. "Or dye your hair temporarily for opening night."

"I'd dye my hair," Karla said, holding out a lock to examine. "I cut it all off and spiked it for awhile, so it'd grow back."

She seemed a bit uncertain. "Or maybe a wig..."

"They have wash-out dyes too, you know. Ones that are only supposed to last a couple days," Dinah pointed out. "You wouldn't have to live with it." She grinned. "Assuming you got the part, anyway. You could wind up being Hippolyta. Or Puck." She shrugged, then asked, "Are you doing the F/X again, with Craft?"

"They do?" Karla looked intrigued. "Huh. So I can dye my hair purple, freak out Uncle Saetan and then be back to my natural color in a few days. That sounds like fun."

Mostly the freaking out Saetan part.

She ate the last of her sandwich, licking delicious ice cream off her fingers before answering Dinah's question. "I don't know. Maybe, if people want me too. It was fun! But I don't think that this play has anything like ghosts, so I might not be needed."

"Yup! I did pink and blue streaks, when I first got here. Priestly's the best person to ask for that," Dinah added. "Since he does his all the time." She grinned. "Well, there's fairies? Although, I don't know, most of them are supposed to be people. But maybe that, hmm. Sight shield? To make it look like they disappear?" She licked ice cream off her fingers, and said, "Either way, it'll have to be easier than the last one. God."

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