fandomhighdorms | Summer and Tip's Shelter from the Storm Party; First Floor Rec Room, Saturday Night.

You know, when Summer and Tip had talked about a party to weather through the storm, things hadn't yet been a full blown hurricane. That eventual hurricane had not yet picked up sharks. There hadn't been any sharks crashing into things, there'd only been a little rain, and there definitely hadn't been any ideas being thrown around about cooling down a hurricane to stop it and that freezing sharks was totally a thing.

The fact that all of that had happened by the time Saturday night rolled around only made it more evident to Summer that this was needed and it was needed bad. Because Summer now understood a little bit better that parties could be used for more than just trying to be popular; they could be used to try to forget that there was a freaking SHARKICANE going on outside. But she wasn't low-key panicking deep inside, no, shut up, whatever.

Mood lighting in the form of candles and lanterns and flashlights. Food in the form of leftover pizza and ice cream that they obviously had to eat because it would all go bad with the power out. Music from Summer's phone put into a cup to amplify it throughout the room, Summer's phone which was going to survive on the steady stream of back-up portable chargers she had bought and was going to try to return once this was all over. So now they just needed people, and she hoped they would come, because people felt safe.

[[and I think I might have some OCD ~~lying around here~~ up and ready to go. Open and up early for all your party needs]]

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Summer blinked at Nara for a moment and thrn let out a disparaging groan.

"Ohmygod, that was totally not evrn intrntional. This storm has totally just got my head all cloudy."

Mara giggled again. "Well, I can't just leave you floudering around over it," she teased. "Please tell me the food isn't fish themed."

"God, no," said Summer, clutching her stomach at the mere idea. "This is going to have me sworn off seafood for at least a month. We went more for a 'power's out, gotta eat everything before it melts or spoils' motif. Thematic, and practical."

"I approve of both," Mara said, "especially if there's ice cream."

"Good!" The more other people ate, the less she would, and the happier her sugar-addled stomach. "There's so much. It looks like someone--" certainly not Tip and Summer themselves, perish the thought!--"stuffed the freezers with it last night, can you imagine the bad timing?"

"Some say bad, some say amazing opportunity for the rest of us," Mara said. "Well, provided the flavors are good."

"I like your style," Summer said. "And, whoever did it has really varied tastes, they seem to have gotten a little bit of everything, that's crazy. What's your favorite?"

"Anything with chocolate," Mara said.

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