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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"Ohhhh," Hurley said. "That thing. Yeah. Reason number, like, twelve that I stayed inside this weekend. That thing scared the crap out of me."

"I stayed out of that fight. I was taking on some of the smaller ones around town instead," Tahiri said with a shrug. "They could handle it just fine, and I don't mind taking a break from the huge battles for a while."

"Yeah. I saw that thing and just sort of... well, the curtains stayed shut and I put my headphones on and kinda prayed for the best," Hurley said.

"But thanks. For everything you did to help."

Tahiri stopped and looked at him in honest surprise for a second or two. "It's nothing," she replied. "I mean, it's what I do."

She'd never been thanked for it before, though. That was what she got for actually starting her Jedi career in one of those periods where the Order wasn't in such great standing in the galaxy.

"Dude, there is no situation where 'fighting scary lizards in evil fog' is nothing," Hurley said, smiling. "You are way too modest about this stuff."

"Scary lizards in evil fog seem pretty easy after infiltrating the galactic capital twice while I was only gone from here a week and a half," Tahiri said in the casual sort of tone that could very easily be read as there is something seriously wrong with your galaxy, kid. "And you're right, it's not nothing, but it's not unusual for me."

That's okay. Give him a year or so and Hurley will be talking about time travel in that same sort of tone.

"Point," Hurley said. "Jedi badasses must get really used to it. Being all sweet and kicking butt all the time."

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