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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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"Hey now," Karla said. "I am a very good witch," she argued. "Just not a well-behaved one."

"Hmm... I suppose..." Triela smirked. "And so you're going to bed early tonight, huh?"

"Maaaaaaybe," Karla said, returning Triela's smirk. "It depends on how my picnic goes. Early tomorrow morning is still early, isn't it?"

"Ooooh," Triela grinned. "So being good isn't even on your radar tonight, now is it."

The teasing was genuine, but it sounded ever so slightly as if it was by rote. Triela didn't... well, she didn't understand that kind of thing. But she knew what you were supposed to say, so...

Neither had Karla, really. Not until Fandom and the sex pollen. And that had been without a cocktail of drugs in her system, keeping her controlled.

"Carefully measured and regulated naughtiness," Karla replied merrily. "Mostly good with just a smidgen of bad, I think. That'll be enough for me, I think."

The grin broadened.

"Have fun, then, Karla."

"And feel free to threaten him with me if he gets too naughty." Triela was pretty good at intimidating, after all.

"Shall I assume the only threat you feel is appropriate is, 'Try anything and I let Triela loose on you?'" Karla asked, snickering.

"Sure." Triela smirked. "If you want to be subtle like that."

"I'm very subtle," Karla assured her. "It's practically my middle name."

~~And it could be for all we know. THANKS CANON~~

"Of course," Triela nodded. "That's the first thing everyone thinks when they meet you."

~~Moontime.~~

"True," Karla said, nodding sagely. "That and polite, quiet, and demure."

~~Rut.~~

"Precisely."

"And don't you go and change on me, either."

"I highly doubt I ever will," Karla said fondly, reaching out to give Triela a hug. "So long as you don't, either."

A thought occurred to her. "You know what? Sometime after graduation, you and I should go off and have an adventure. Just you and me and maybe your cobbler."

"You keep your hands off my cobbler," Triela threatened playfully. "Or I'll have to remove them."

"That would be the sweet and peaceable Triela we all know and love," Karla laughed.

"Don't forget forgiving," Triela reminded her friend.

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