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While Alluka didn't know lots and lots of things, she knew what a tea party meant and, after talks with Ringo and her own experiences at the welcome picnics, she knew that it was important for real parties to have lots of tasty food and fun things to drink. So that was easy enough to figure out! Then she let Ringo handle that.

Which was why there was so much food. Ringo had started by ordering take out "for one" from a bunch of local places, which would probably have been enough on its own. But then she'd found a recipe for fruit punch on the internet, and decided to try that out, and then she'd had a random craving for cherries which had led to a bunch of random fruit. There was even an entire table dedicated to chocolate. You were welcome, Alluka.

Alluka handled the decorations, which meant that come the Friday of the party, ever since just a little past noon, she'd been up on the roof decorating under the critical eye of her bunny and her giraffe (both of whom had differing opinions on everything from glitter placement to balloon placement) but by the time the party was to get started, she'd managed to get it all up, with the tables and chairs and balloons and glitter and banners along the rooftop railing.

Between the two of them, they'd gotten everything set up in time to go and do their hair and change.

Her bunny won the argument between her toys about who got to come with, so her bunny was looking very smart indeed with its ears tied back with a black and white scrunchie.

Alluka smoothed her new dress down and grinned over at Ringo. While Alluka's dress was white (well, okay, with a little bit of black, but they'd both decided that that didn't count) and her hair was up in an elegant twist (Ringo had helped her do it), Ringo's dress was a deep black and her long hair was loose from its usual pigtails to spill down her back.

Now they just had to hope people came.

[Wait for the OCD is up! Come party!]
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It was the usual thing. One person ordering in, too much food showing up.

This time, that person was Ezra, the food was Chinese, and the former had probably had a hand in the overabundance of the latter. There was a small possibility he'd flirted at the person on the other end of the line and gotten them flustered and confused about his order. Oh, well. Maybe it would play out in favor of his laziness and lure people to him.

Or maybe the random, cheesy romantic comedy playing on the TV would appeal to people. He didn't judge. He just sprawled on a couch and ate tasty, tasty takeout from a carton. It was an okay way to spend a Saturday evening.

Not a great way, not a fantastic way, but an okay way. He was content enough for now.

[ooc: Oh so open!]
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It almost felt like Henrietta. The sun's rays were streaking out through clouds and the day, while not scorching, was damp and muggy. Ronan had met a lot of mornings like this after nights of not sleeping. He'd often throw the window open in his room, letting in the suffocating breeze like it might help. It never had but at least it was familiar.

The cuts on his shoulder were healing nicely. Legs dangling of the roof, he found himself gingerly touching the scabby marks that were crossing over the dark lines of his tattoo. He winced slightly before pulling his hand away and bracing it against the roof's ledge.

This place was tiny. This place was smaller than Henrietta and that was saying something. Declan would hate it. Matthew would love it. Gansey would never get bored, Noah would just be his ghostly self and Adam...Adam would probably be glad to have a fresh start.

But, right now it was just him. No one to make sure he did the right thing so he was just going to sit there on the roof, contemplating a lot of things that were probably not smart to contemplate.

Maybe he'd jump. He probably wouldn't, don't worry. Not today, at least.

[Open place/post]
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[personal profile] smilestopscars
Things were finally back to normal. If anyone asked, Ezra was going to very firmly claimed to miss this past week dearly. But in reality, even he liked being in better control of his feelings and his body. It had been a very nice week no doubt about that. But it was also nice to relax.

And what better way to relax than by sprawling on a couch with the TV open on something mindless?

That is, if you could actually see the TV over what was practically a small mountain of various kinds of Valentine's candy that was on the coffee table in front of the couch. Some of it may have been stolen, most had actually been bought by Ezra, and all of it had definitely been on a very deep discount by now. Candy hearts, chocolates, marshmallows in red and pink, everything. Ezra hadn't been able to choose, so he'd taken... just about everything that had seemed like he'd like it.

He'd just traded in sex for overindulging in something else. Oh well.

[ooc: Open! Come have candy for lunch.]
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What Gwen was learning was that even if you went back on that "I'm better than my hormones" bit this week, it didn't matter if you thought you fixed everything, it came back. So when marched into the common room ready to be grouchy and hate everything some more... and she walked into a party.

There was food spread out, and music playing, and weirdly the furniture had been moved so that a clear circle could be formed around a bottle laying in the middle of the floor. That was sexily ominous.


[Welcome to Spin the Bottle! It's an open CR, so you can totally come to watch and not play, but if you're playing, here are the rules:
If you're playing, ping into the sign in with the number in which you got there. That'll be your number for matches, which will be listed in a separate thread. If you didn't sign up, you're still totally welcome to play, and anyone who pings in later than 18 will be matched with someone already in the pool, so they might get kissed more than once.
Now play ball! ...um not dirty.]
[identity profile] thegreywaren.livejournal.com
This whole thing was annoying. Ronan just wanted to go back to constantly feeling angry and annoyed at the world. He didn't want to throw angry, annoyed and wanting of the world into that mix. No. It wasn't happening.

(It already was happening).

There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.

He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.

God, he was sad.

[ open ]
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[personal profile] smilestopscars
Yesterday had been fun. Lots of it. Catching and killing eels fit a fox surprisingly well. But yesterday had also taken a lot out of Ezra. So, that explained why he'd slept way into the afternoon, and why, upon entering the common room now, he immediately collapsed onto the couch in front of the television, and began to wait for someone he could pester into making him something to eat.

Or maybe that had nothing to do with yesterday at all, and he was just lazy. Or he just liked how he looked, sprawled out on the couch lazily like he was. It could have been any of the aforementioned things, really.

He turned the TV on.

"Ooh, Real Housewives."

[ooc: I have passed all the stressful bits of this week, so let's celebrate with a CR. Open!]

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