tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-20:1149017 fandomhighdorms fandomhighdorms 2019-01-28T14:57:36Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-20:1149017:6991239 Astrid Magnussen 2019-01-28T14:47:54Z 2019-01-28T14:57:36Z public 438 Posted by: <span lj:user='white_oleander' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://white-oleander.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://white-oleander.dreamwidth.org/'><b>white_oleander</b></a></span><br /><br />So the idea had been tossed around between Astrid and Sabine about a potential random party on the sixth floor, because why not, and there was apparently a party-a-month quota to be met. Monday might be a weird day for a party, but it wasn't like this place held to a tradtional sort of school schedule, and Mondays were usually the days that Astrid needed something like this, anyway, since she actually <i>did</i> wind up with more of a traditional sort of school day. It actually hadn't been too bad this week, though, and she didn't think looking forward to the party had anything to do with it. Because, if she was honest, she was feeling more apprehensive than excited.<br /><br />She supposed, if no one showed up, and it was just her and Sabine vegging out on all the Chinese food they'd gotten (this time with egg rolls, and plenty of fortune cookies), looking at and admiring the art on her tarot cards, well, then, that would be fine by her, really. But, since she didn't know how well she could depend on that weird thing that happened when people just <i>knew</i> where to find the food when it arrived at the doors, she had <strike>oh-so-handwavily</strike> made up little individual cards, a hand-painted tarot face on one side, and the simple words "<i>Monday Night, Sixth Floor</i>" on the other.<br /><br />Mysterious. Enigmatic. Probably the source of disappointment for at least a few people when they followed the cards and discovered it was just some half-assed party, but, hey, it got the word out, and Astrid had enjoyed spending the weekend making them. It wasn't like she was plannning on doing anything but drawing and painting, anyway.<br /><br />She was also wearing her mother's white kimono, laying a cloth over a short coffee table, and laying out her cards with a bit of trepidation and regret. She probably could have gone back on the idea that she'd offer to read the fortune of anyone who was interested, but, at the same time, she was a little curious as to how it would go, and it wasn't ike many people were likely to show up, anyway....<br /><br /><small> [[ small ocd <strike>incoming</strike> is up! open party is open! ]]</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=fandomhighdorms&ditemid=6991239" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments