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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 thought for a moment. "It's hard to explain. Part of it is just because he's Lucivar and he's like that. Part of it was because he had a really good reason--he doesn't often get a chance to train me personally and he wants to take advantage of every opportunity he gets. And part of it? Kaeleeran males are just very...hands on? Maybe that's a good way to describe it. It's just...part of our dynamic, I guess. We're a lot more primitive about some things, or so Ender says." Karla snorted, looking both amused and irritated at the comparison.

"Hands on," Dinah repeated, and thinking that that fit Arthur pretty well to. "And impatient." Which explained a lot of that spar, and a good bit about Lucivar. "Ender's a smart cookie. And you've told me about some of the instinct stuff before, so... that makes sense." Gotta have rules, if people were going to react without thinking-- and so as to avoid those situations before they happened. Primary colors for the interactions because of it, and bigger, simpler emotions.

Lucivar had called her world chaotic and complicated, based on what Karla had told him; that went with it too...

"He is, even if he's not entirely a diplomatic cookie," Karla said, rolling her eyes. "Of course, what happened at breakfast wasn't really Protocol. That wasn't an Ebon-Gray Warlord Prince forcing a Sapphire-Jeweled Queen to do something she didn't want to do. That was Lucivar messing with his baby sister's best friend. You'll see the difference some day, I'm sure."

"I'd have hit him... well, I did. With sticks. Your Uncle Saetan is surprisingly awesome, sometimes." Dinah grinned. "And I am suddenly glad that my best of best friends don't have older brothers. It would get messy."

"Why surprisingly?" Karla asked, smirking at the idea of Dinah hitting Lucivar. "And why did you fight with Lucivar? Besides the obvious 'he had it coming,' I mean."

"He grabbed my honey-pears!" ... not dirty. "Or he tried. Without even saying please! Just 'share'. And then he threatened to spank me, which is so not happening, and then we just kept yelling until your Uncle threw us outside." She tried to look ashamed of herself, but didn't quite manage it. "And then we got into an argument about landens while we were stick-fighting. His head is denser than all you guys' jewels put together."

Karla was just going to sit here and laugh for a few seconds, if that was all the same to Dinah. "Even I had to be at the Hall for a week or so before Uncle Saetan threw me outside," she said, still giggling. "Though, I admit, I only needed to meet Lucivar for a few minutes before we got thrown out of his study!"

"You were so right about him being a jerk. A total jerk." Dinah had to pause and reluctantly add, "A hot jerk. And I think he's a good guy. But still. I am not his little sister, or his little sister's best friend, and he may be seventeen thousand years old but he's still dense."

"Very dense," Karla agreed. "But...he's also had a really tough life. He was a slave in Terreille for almost his entire life. Did you notice the scars on his back? Whipmarks from the salt mines in Pruul. I think being a jerk is what kept him going all this time. So I'm inclined to be forgiving. Even if he is really dense."

"He did mention that," Dinah had to admit. "And. Yeah. The equivalent of a zillion lifetimes in prison... Maybe in another century or so he'll chill out again, and not be so sure he's right." She shook her head. "Anyway. I had a great, great time there, even with the sparring--" Especially with it! "--and I'm glad we got to go."

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