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fandomhighdorms2020-02-13 04:41 am
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Second Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening [02/13].
It was time for Tisarwat's first party here, and it was long overdue, really, but she felt pretty confident about it. Something about it felt like justEarth-style party rather than a Radchaai one. She was glad she managed to enlist the help of Nina and Sabine, though. Thanks to Nina, the word had definitely gone out, and, thanks to Sabine, the decorations for the party were abstract and classy, only a little suggestive (because pulling off something not suggestive this week would be near impossible!) and on theme (since apparently there was a holiday this weekend?) without being obvious. There were even lights strung up across the ceiling, set off against soft black fabric, to resemble a romantic and starry night sky. Plenty of food and drinks (mostly finger food, unfortunately, much to Tisarwat's chagrin, but, again, Earth-style party), there would be games later, it was really all ready to go!
Almost. Tisarwat had brought with her one final touch, a large bowl that she set on a stand right by the door, filled with gloves of all sizes and colors and styles, and a sign to go along with it that boldly declared: GLOVES OPTIONAL.
Oh, the scandal!
Tisarwat herself, of course, would be wearing gloves, thank you very much (unless, perhaps, a situation arose where she wouldn't be, *ahem*. She was more than delighted to be reaping the benefits of this planet's uncivilized degeneracy, but she was a little less willing to jump into actively participating in it herself. What she was not wearing, though, was her uniform, opting to go for a sleek black sleeveless sut cut in a feminine style.
She triple checked to make sure everything was ready, and it was, so now, she supposed, she just waited for everyone to arrive.
[[and take bets for how many times my computer crashes while I try to make ocd none! it crashed none times! It's a Valentine's Day miracle! go forth and get weird with your hands, everyone ]]
Almost. Tisarwat had brought with her one final touch, a large bowl that she set on a stand right by the door, filled with gloves of all sizes and colors and styles, and a sign to go along with it that boldly declared: GLOVES OPTIONAL.
Oh, the scandal!
Tisarwat herself, of course, would be wearing gloves, thank you very much (unless, perhaps, a situation arose where she wouldn't be, *ahem*. She was more than delighted to be reaping the benefits of this planet's uncivilized degeneracy, but she was a little less willing to jump into actively participating in it herself. What she was not wearing, though, was her uniform, opting to go for a sleek black sleeveless sut cut in a feminine style.
She triple checked to make sure everything was ready, and it was, so now, she supposed, she just waited for everyone to arrive.
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Re: Spin the Bottle: PUCKER UP. - 02/13.
Which was a terrible idea, for what could be potential friendship-wrecking reasons and all her personal issues... but...
Re: Spin the Bottle: PUCKER UP. - 02/13.
Re: Spin the Bottle: PUCKER UP. - 02/13.
Re: Spin the Bottle: PUCKER UP. - 02/13.
"Right." Lana nodded, brushing her hands down her leggings and looking around. "So...one of our rooms? Or the salle?" That might be safer, but it was further away, damn it.
Re: Spin the Bottle: PUCKER UP. - 02/13.
"A room."
Re: Spin the Bottle: PUCKER UP. - 02/13.