fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon onwards]

Eighteen wasn't so different from seventeen thus far, except for the fact that it was kind of a big day to be turning eighteen. Olive had gone out and done her civic duty earlier that day, and somehow the rite of casting her very first vote hadn't been all that exciting. Maybe she was too cynical, or maybe she was too ADHD in general. Either way, she'd spent most of her time in line, texting, before finally, painstakingly filling out her ballot.

She was now in the common room, as she'd emailed she would be, with a festive birthday hat cocked to one side on her head. She'd put on NBC -- though at eleven she'd change it to Comedy Central, because Jon Stewart was both more palatable and kind of hot -- and was vaguely watching the screen in between texting with Rhiannon (who was waiting in her own voting line -- god help them all.)

There was a stack of pizzas as well as some ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and Olive was fine with going ahead and terming this a 'party.' As long as no one brought a case of beer again, Sparkle. And...Cade. And Atton. (It was hard to be narratively accusing when there were so many guilty parties last time.)

[party is open to alllllll.]

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"I'm gonna wear this every day, James," Olive told him.

It didn't take a lot of energy to figure out who it was from, no.

"If I see you and you're not wearing it, I'm gonna be very unhappy," Jim warned not at all seriously.

"I'll wear it under my clothes," Olive promised, "so if I see you I can change really fast."

"Offering to strip down for me?" Jim teased, laughing. "How very scandalous of you."

"Oh, I can't be scandalous with you," Olive told him, shaking her head. "I'm too old now. It's all illegal."

"I won't tell if you won't tell," Jim said, smirking.

"This is the part where Chris Hansen comes out and wants to talk to me, isn't it?" Olive said, looking around the room. "Nuh uh. This child is trying to seduce me, Dateline, it's not my fault."

"You sure you're still not insane from last weekend?" Jim asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're just speaking gibberish."

"Catch up on your modern-day TV, Jimmy," Olive said, shaking her head.

"Jimmy. No." He shook his head. "Nope. No."

"It's my birthday," Olive declared. "I get to call you what I want."

"Yeah, you can call me that but I'm not gonna answer," he said, shaking his head. "Because, nope."

"That can be a secondary gift," Olive replied. "That I get to call you Jimmy for a night. It's so cute! It goes with you!"

Jim shook his head. "Jimmy is not my name and it never, ever will be. It's cute that you think I'm cute because I am, definitely, but that's not my name. I got you a gift."

"Okay, Jimmy. That's fine."

So...yeah, ignoring all of that.

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