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

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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"Seriously." Dinah shuddered, hugged her harder, then bounced a step back. "Feel any different at all, now that you're all legal-adult and everything?"

"Let me see. I can drink - wait, nope, done that already. have s-- no, done that already. Get stoned..." Francine made a face. "No, done that already and it's still not legal."

"Awwwww," Dinah said, then made a matching face. "Yeah, fun at the time, hated the hangover and the memories. Jeeez. Someone's going to get Chuck for that, right?"

"That was Chuck's brownies?" Francine blinked. "On Wednesday? But I got high and I didn't eat the brownies. I figured it was something magic."

"I'm totally guessing, based on Radio. And I might be wrong," Dinah admitted, then frowned. "Hunh. Okay, then I got nothin'. If you didn't even eat them..."

"I didn't eat them because they were brownies," Francine explained. "If I'd known they were Chuck's at the time I would've been warning the heck out of everybody. But yeah - unless Chuck's suddenly got magic, I don't know how that would work."

"Which, I wouldn't put it past him, if he did? But the how of it is still a stumper." Dinah made a face. "Okay, mystery to figure out later. Maybe after a couple more times listening to the podcasts." She shook her head. "And I am so sad that brownies were used for Eeeeevil."

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