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The Sixth Floor, Friday Afternoon (Pre-Dance)

Once again, Emma had taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while people got ready. She was 'helped' in all this by a terrier puppy who was running around, supervising all the details.

After all, so many of the people at Fandom were completely hopeless when it came to things like this. It was her civic duty to try and at least prevent people from embarrassing themselves.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms! No, no boys allowed (EXCEPT THE AUTHORIZED CRASHER WHO KNOWS WHO HE IS). If you seriously annoy Emma, she will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night. ETA: UP. FINALLY. I'm around on SP until 6CST, and then AFK until 11ish.]

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Karla gave Kennedy an approving grin and thumbs up. "I like the suit!" she said. She had a similar one in navy back her closet, though she normally paired it with a skimpy silver top. "And you wear it very well."

"Hey, Karla." Kennedy waved one hand lazily, and suffice to say there would be some double and triple taking if Karla ever busted out that outfit around her. "Thanks-- if you're gonna do it, do it right, you know?"

That's only fair. There had been a little double- and triple taking on Karla's behalf as well. What? Sure, she had a boyfriend, but, hello! Not blind, here.

"Damn right," she said with a grin. "Aren't those the words that you pretty much live your life by?"

"That, and 'have fun doing it,' which sort of goes with doing it right." Kennedy? So not above a little deliberate stretching, just for show. Like Rose said (sorry, Karla), people had to appreciate what they weren't getting. "I don't see you making with the pre-prom level of spaz here."

Some spaz, yes. Just not quite the same kind.

Not that Kennedy was spazzing.

Karla noticed the stretching and, while quite pleased with what she did have, wasn't above admiring what she couldn't. There was a small arch to her brow and an appreciative smile that suggested she was indulging in a bit of admiration right now.

"I'm only a wee freshman," Karla explained. "I'm not invited." She tossed her hair, pretending to be upset. "Fortunately, I made other plans, so I'll have to leave the looking awesome at prom to you tonight."

"Yeah, don't worry about that. We've got the awesome-looking covered." If Kennedy could read the narrative she'd be congratulating herself and-- no, Kennedy. Bad Potential.

Well, the impulse was getting easier to ignore these days, anyway.

"Aw, suck. Easy way around that's to cozy up to someone who is invited, y'know."

"I know," Karla said. "And if I didn't have any plans, I might have, just to go. But, like I said, date." Funny how every time she said that, she got a doofy- looking smile on her face. "So I'll hang out with everyone now and then run off and play while the grownups are off dancing the night away."

"Date, huh?" Kennedy's smirk turned distinctly teasing. "Must be a hell of a good one, if it's got you looking like that."

Yes, that look. The one she got a lot, too. Shut up. "Don't mind us grownups, then. You have some fun of your own once we head out."

"Yes, ma'am," Karla teased, "and I promise not to stay out all night and to eat all my vegetables, too."

As for the quip about how she looked, well, Karla was just going to ignore that. She knew that she kept grinning a lot, but she hadn't quite realized how dorky she looked, yet.

Poor thing.

"Screw the vegetables and the not staying out all night." Kennedy: best influence ever. Really. "Unless you kids these days really aren't into having fun the right way. Although the way you're working the goofy grin of schmoopiness? I might not have to worry about you."

"Goofy grin of schmoopiness?" Karla asked, sounding almost scandalized. "I am wearing no such thing!"

Yes, Karla. Yes you were.

"Shyeah," Kennedy scoffed, pulling out her phone and aiming the camera Karla's way, but not hitting the shutter button yet. "So totally are."

Glass houses, Kennedy. Stones.

"Am not!" Karla protested, sticking her tongue out at the camera.

...This might be why freshmen weren't invited, come to think of it.

Well, what did that say about Kennedy, then?

...Kennedy, who was totally snapping a picture of that.

"Hate to break it to you, Karla, but so are."

Karla laughed as the phone snapped. "Am not," she said, chuckling. "I'm just...you know. Smiling. Some. And you're one to talk anyway!"

That's right, Karla. Turn the tables and keep denying everything!

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