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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That's fine; Karla's just going to be over here, quietly panicking anyway. "Moral support?" she asked tentatively. "And you mentioned Sam...?"

When she found out what Gabrielle was going on about, odds were fairly even whether she'd just goes weak-kneed in relief or throttle her roommate for making her worry.

[Seriously, I think it's hilarious]

Well, it wasn't a Gabrielle-related situation without trouble and wacky hijinks, after all.

"Yes!" She pumped one fist in an earnestly dorky, overly eager way. "For who, we're not sure yet. But the point is, it'll be there if people need it, and it won't be hard to find."

Be less vague, Gabrielle, be less vague.

[OOC: I liiiiiiiiiive to make my characters cause trouble for each other and mutual friends. :D]

"Could you vague that up a notch?" Karla asked wryly. "I could almost make out a hint of what you meant, there."

The 'for who, we aren't sure yet' was a good sign...

Funny how that didn't actually take away that sinking feeling.

~~Hahaha well we haven't finished the thread yet . . .~~ "You want me to be vague? Oh, I can be vague," Gabrielle replied, in juuuuuuust the right kind of mood to do exactly that. "You should help! This sort of thing would be perfect for you!"

"I have a very strict policy of not agreeing to anything till I know what it is first," Karla ~~lied~~ informed her. "And I am not breaking that policy even for you."

Or especially for her. Details.

"Well, when you find out what it is, you'll see I was right," Gabrielle said ~~primly~~ confidently. "I like to keep you guessing. If I can't keep Xena on her toes, I ought to be able to do it to someone."

Fifteen-year-olds. Can't live with them, can't ~~leave them kidnapped~~ live without 'em.

Karla just eyed her warily. "You concern me," she said. Fortunately, it was a fond concern

Gabrielle gave her the Cutest Smile Ever. Just because it didn't work on some of the more formidable warlords . . .

"It's nice to know you care."

"About my skin, maybe," Karla muttered, not trusting that smile for a minute. "You need food. Maybe that'll avert whatever scheme you're concocting."

Gabrielle laughed. "I'm a growing girl; of course I need food. And you're not talking me out of this one! In fact, I plan to talk you into it."

"Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful," Karla swore again. "All, you eat. I'm going to drink while I hear this plan of yours."

"I might be eating a while," Gabrielle warned her. Right, that was going to be a deterrent?

"I have a feeling I'm going to need all the time I can get to ready myself for this revelation," Karla said dryly.

"Karla." Gabrielle mock-pouted at her. "It's not bad, I promise. Don't you trust me?"

. . . oh, Gabrielle.

"Of course I do," Karla said immediately. "However, one of the things I trust you with is having interesting ideas that lead to trouble." She gave Gabrielle a grin. "You have the same unsure-but-game smile as my best friend."

"Not all of my interesting ideas lead to trouble," Gabrielle said, which was true if you fudged the proportions somewhat, then relented, "If you really want to know, I can tell you."

"I would like to know," Karla said with a smile. "And I definitely will know before I agree. But, since this is a party...you can keep teasing me about it for awhile."

"I can be quite the tease," Gabrielle said proudly.

Innuendo! Flying overhead! Waaaaaaaaaaaaay overhead.

Innuendo? Where? Too late, Karla missed it.

"I don't know if believe you," Karla teased back. "I guess you'll just have to show me."

The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

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