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. ]]

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

[intotheout]

Every now and then, Tip was reminded that her life didn't resemble that of most of her classmates in a fundamental way. For instance, she had spent her entire life having to prove to people that she had any intelligence at all, both because she was a precocious child and, you know, because plenty of people still took one look at her skin color and decided that she must be an idiot.

"Alright," she said, after a brief pause to process all that and not sigh out loud. "Just kind of seems like you're kind of putting extra effort into not getting good grades."