Francine's Birthday Party, Sixth Floor Common Room, Thursday Late Afternoon/Evening

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner and could be shamelessly self-modded and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST and can has a birthday girl! Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

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Setup: Before the Party

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

For the people (previously arranged or otherwise) helping Katchoo set up. She'll even kind of act like she likes you for the time being! Well. She might actually like you, but that's classified. Or something.

Re: Setup: Before the Party

[glacial_queen]

Karla hadn't actually promised to help set up, but she'd been tasked with getting a bunch of decorations and things and kind of assumed that this was a continuation of that.

So she was there with balloons and streamers and whatever the heck else, grateful that she hadn't accidentally dropped another jar of glitter into the air vents again.

Re: Setup: Before the Party

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah arrived with arms festooned with bags full of streamers and balloons and goodies, and floating several liters of pop behind her.

Hey, it wasn't like she had an antigrav pad or anything. "Hey, Katchoo. I don't think I forgot anything."

Arrive/Mingle

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

You know what to do here. YOU DO KNOW, RIGHT? GEEZ.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[bitchprince]

Well, of course they knew what to do there!

Arthur, for example, was an expert on arriving and mingling right now. He did so in style (and one of his more royal-looking jackets, for that matter).

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[weetuskenraider]

You didn't spend a weekend as a small child on the hunt for chocolate plants in the preserve with someone and not go to their birthday party, in Tahiri's opinion, and she liked Francine enough to risk the possibility of tolerating that Tiny Creepy Kid nickname for the night. Or getting snuck up on by Gabrielle.

She'd even put on a new set of robes for the occasion. So . . . a slightly less faded set of shades of brown and tan.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

And oh, hey, Gabrielle had shown up too, still a bit rumpled from trying to do some minor damage to Emmett for his frightening Richard Simmons prank at the club meeting.

What? She had to. Out of some vague sense of obligation.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[glacial_queen]

After helping with the setup, Karla began the ever-important 'mingling' part of the evening. She was also dressed nicely, having branched out beyond her usual blue in honor of Francine's birthday.

Or something.

And also hoping no one was going to bring up yesterday's debacle.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper did indeed know what to do. As did Blind Seer, since Francine was on the very short list of People He'd Attend Parties For.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy had shown up, too, because clearly someone was looking for trouble. Or, you know, just wanted to be supportive and stuff and totally thought she could take Francine's girlfriend if she had an issue with her. Whatever. (Not that it was going to happen. Lucky you.)

The music was, again, not really to her taste but she could deal.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat was ready to arrive and mingle--not that he'd done much more than flirt casually with Francine in the past--because parties are Not to Be Missed.

And people were always glad to see him, right? Ooh, Kennedy!

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[longislandiceme]

Francine was both his roommate's fake sibling and his AU-version-of-his-BFF-practically-brother's fake sibling, which was a pretty good reason, as far as Bobby was concerned, for him to show up.

Especially since soliciting hugs from talking to Jean yesterday had put him in something of a better mood regarding the whole Rampage mess.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[life_inshadow]

Yeah, Tara knew what to do.

Which ... didn't make her especially good at it, so there was some lurking going on, thought she did smile at the people she knew.

Especially the ones who hadn't seen her stoned out of her gourd the day before.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

OF COURSE.

That is, talk to anyone around and check the drinks and food every once in a while in case they need re-stocking, and pretend that there was no yesterday. Nope.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley had no idea what to do here. Really. He wasn't just happily hangin' out, mingling.

Nope.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula knew what to do in a party, one appeared and wait to be attended to. Even if one were just crashing a party.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Of course Merlin was there. Embarrassed, but there.

...and possibly trying to hide behind the snacks.

Food!

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

No neurotic diner owners were actually harmed in the shaking-down for the goodies, even though Katchoo had far too much fun doing the shaking down.

Re: Food!

[bitten_notshy]

Jack scoped out the treats and (with a wistful look at the pasta and the sandwiches) filled his plate with salads and a few chunks of chicken borrowed from the sandwich plate.

Passover made birthday parties much more difficult. He wasn't going to think about how he'd manage in Kaeleer.

Cake!

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It's so delicious and moist. Look at her still talking when there's science to do. When she looks out there, it makes her glad she's not you.

Aside from the one Lacey sent, there . . . might be a couple of others . . .

. . . And Presents

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

This was here all along. RLY. So you can leave them there.

(That was a joke. Ha ha. FAT CHANCE. AND ALSO FROM THE RIGHT ACCOUNT NOW WTF.)

Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Once she pings in. For the good of all of us. Except the ones who are dead.

Re: Talk to the Birthday Girl!

[thatsamilkshake]

Actually, not that she knows it, but Francine can see dead people, so they can be included in the good. Unless they want to eat her.

Francine was here and ... not exactly surprised, no, but most definitely pleased!

And not just because she wasn't a zombie this year.

Ballpit

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

You know you wanna. Katchoo won't even throw the balls at you. Well, probably. The plastic squirt flowers, on the other hand . . .

Dance Floor

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It's there. Frikkin' use it.

Because there's no sense crying over every mistake.

OOC

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Please, like you were getting out of this OCD without multiple gratuitous "Still Alive" references. THE CAKE IS A LIE. No, wait, it's not.

Turning off notifications, OMG, tag me here if you need . . . uh . . . any one of all four of my . . . yeah. *sigh* Look, I relinquished any claim to the notion that I have sanity a long, long time ago.