Second Floor Common Room; Friday Evening [09/01].

[somethingwithturquoise]

The need for parties and the social status assumed to go along with them was probably the easiest part of roboSummer's programming, easily the best lynch pin that connected the two Summer, that would make someone look at her eagerness to host a party and thinking yup, definitely Summer, nothing wrong here! She'd decked the place out with glitter and streamers, started pumping some sweet tunes, and made sure all the food and beverages were readily available and spread out on the table and counters.

And now all she needed was people.

...she really hoped there would be people, but, unlike OG Summer, she would definitely survive if there weren't.

Whoo, party!

[[ ocd incoming! has landed. go wild. ]]

Comments

Re: General Mingling - First Week Survival Party - 09/01.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"If Tip is what your friends call you," said Sidon with a pleased smile and a small bob of his head, "then I will be honored to be among those who use that name. Have you been here at Fandom High long, Tip? What do you make of it?"

Re: General Mingling - First Week Survival Party - 09/01.

[intotheout]

"A little more than a year now. It's definitely better than the schools I went to back home, but . . . well, that's not saying much. I do like it here most of the time, though."

Re: General Mingling - First Week Survival Party - 09/01.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"Most of the time?" Sidon asked, stroking his chin, intrigued. "What are some of the things you don't like so much, if I may ask?"

Re: General Mingling - First Week Survival Party - 09/01.

[intotheout]

"About three times a year the island goes nuts and tries to kill us."

Oh. Was that all?