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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Tahiri Veila: tiny master of Making Things Slightly Awkward.

"I'm not a fan of the huge formal occasions," she said, "but you knew that already. I'm not used to being the one with my name on the banner, either."

She smiled, more naturally. "Just the one standing next to that one."

Edited 2009-09-18 21:53 (UTC)

"Hell's fire, I'm not a fan of huge formal occasions and I was raised in Court!" Karla laughed. "Which is why this isn't one." She pointed towards the ballpit. "I'm not entirely sure what that is, but a hole filled with brightly colored plastic balls isn't really conducive to formality."

Then she gave Tahiri a warm smile. "We all deserve to have our name on the banner sometimes. Even if it is only making sure the usual person has the strength to keep going."

[Sorry about vanishing!]

Edited 2009-09-19 19:37 (UTC)

"It's hard to be formal when there's a ballpit," Tahiri agreed, then gave in to the impulse to lean over and hug Karla. "I am so glad I know you."

"Everyone is, really," Karla joked, mostly so she wouldn't do something ridiculous, like cry at how sweet that was. And she hugged Tahiri back very, very firmly. "I"m glad I know you, too."

See, Tahiri could even make random hugs kind of awkward. (Just ask her Jaina.)

"That's . . ." She laughed. "Good to know, actually."

It wasn't awkward...just more touching than she'd been expecting is all.

"What? You think I throw parties like this for people I'm only moderately fond of?" she teased.

"People have had weirder hobbies," Tahiri teased back.

"Like eating their body-weight in ice cream a week?" Karla asked, all innocence.

"Hey. I don't weigh that much to begin with," Tahiri protested, laughing.

"And I can't really talk about people eating a lot," Karla said with a short laugh. "I eat more than most males in a sitting."

"I used to be able to do that. But it's more fun to tease them about it." Tahiri grinned wryly; she'd done it to Anakin, and later Valin too, more times than she could count. Force knew she never let Ben hear the end of it either.

Karla tugged out her Jewel. "Speeds up my metabolism," she explained. "I have to eat a lot or I underweight really quickly." She rolled her eyes. "When we fell asleep for a few days, I lost something like five pounds. It's annoying." Then she brightened. "But it means I get to drink most males under the table, too. And that they rarely expect."

"Bet that's fun," Tahiri grinned. She knew a lot of women who could do that, and the idea of men being surprised by the idea was still weird. "It evens out that way."

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