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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"Enjoying studying?" Raven asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah," Hurley said. "Nerd." He laughed.

Raven gave Hurley a confused look. "What is a nerd?" she asked. "One who enjoys learning?"

"Well, sorta," Hurley said. "It can mean that, yeah. I'm kind of a nerd, too. If you count how many times I've seen the Galactic Battles movies."

"Galactic Battles?" Raven repeated. "Forgive me, there are many elements of popular culture with which I am unfamiliar."

"Really?" Hurley said. "We totally have to sit down and watch them. They're awesome."

"Are they violent and bloody?" Raven fretted. "I am trying to build up more of a tolerance to violence, and I know it is merely acting, but I generally do not seek it out on my own."

"Not really," Hurley said. "I mean, there's explosions and stuff, but it's not bloody."

"I think that will be all right," Raven said. "But if we do watch these, I hope you will forgive me if I have to excuse myself if I find it too violent."

"Deal," Hurley said. "You get uncomfortable, we do something else."

"When do you wish to show me these movies?" Raven asked. "I am free most evenings, except Tuesdays."

"Me too," Hurley said. "Except Wednesdays. Wednesdays are taken for me."

"Perhaps Sunday evening, then?" Raven suggested.

"Sunday, Sunday, Sunday," Hurley said. "Sounds good." He gave Rachel a thumbs up.

Raven smiled. "Shall we use the common room on our floor then?"

Hurley nodded. "Awesome choice," he said. "I'll bring the DVDs."

The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

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