Week 16, Thursday 12/18, Fairgrove ground-floor lounge, Saturnalia party (fixed)

[satyrgalatea]

((OOC: Edited so as not to conflict with Winter Recess))

The lounge has been decorated with red and green streamers and braided dark green crepe paper resembling vines, with small bunches of purple origami grapes hanging from them in strategic places. Bouncy pop music comes from a boom box on one of the tables, and an array of chips, dip,

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[dreamofsummers]

Screw 'fashionably late'. Travis strolls into the lounge in naught but a pair of black gym pants and a few drops of water trailing down his body here and there. His hair is hanging around his face in a dramatic, moist fashion and is still dripping, but not so much as to get someone to worry about the furniture.

As Galatea approaches him, that all-too-familiar grin of "I'm God's gift to women; unwrap me" crosses his face and his hand smoothes a path from the front of her stomach, around her side, and to a comfortabel spot on her backside. "Glad to see I'm not the only one trying to keep our rep up." He places a kiss perilously close to her lips, maybe an inch to the side, but hangs around a bit in case she'd like to take a moment to be more than friendly.

[satyrgalatea]

Galatea squeals with delight and wriggles against Travis enticingly, returning the kiss with more than friendliness. "Haven't seen you around lately, handsome...I've missed you." She leads him over to the buffet table, her sensuously articulated fingers deftly snagging a piece of baklava. "Have you tried the baklava?" She offers the honey-and-nut-filled phyllo dough rectangle to him with a smile that hints that she'd not be adverse to offering him more than pastry.

[dreamofsummers]

Popping the treat in his mouth, he makes a pleased sound, maybe a bit suprised that he likes sweet things outside of packaged food. "Well, now I have. There might be some other thing 'round here I gotta sample too, y'know?" He pats her behind and give it a light pinch, giving her a honey-sweetened kiss before he goes off to make merry.

[mopple]

Hob shows up just moments after Travis. He's dressed rather simply in blue jeans, a white flannel shirt and a suede vest of dark emerald green. Honest-to-god black shoes have replaced his usual gumboots. His tail is brushed out to its fullest. His all too familiar fiddler's cap is missing missing from its usual perch atop his head.

Seeing her tied up with Travis, he simply waves to them both and looks about to see who else is around.

[sabrinamckay]

Sabrina walks across the campus to Fairgrove, her pace and step matching the song she is sing.

Honey pick the red corner shoes

[merna_walters]

Merry tied on a pair of peacock blue wrap pants and then a bright green wrap around blouse, no shoes since she didn't have to leave the building, a pink shawl for warmth and bunch of scarves around her waist. She went over to Ash's door.

[studentsatyr]

The door opens and Ash - nude and holding a damp towel starts saying, "Hey Trav did you forget..." He stops and grins. "Hi Merry!" The towel falls to the floor as Ash - thankfully dry - gives Merry a big hug.

[merna_walters]

Merry is rather used to Ash's manner of dress, by now and just returns the hug. "Do you want to go to Galatea's party with me?"

[studentsatyr]

“Of course! I’d love to go with you.” A thought occurs to him and he says, “One moment, I need to grab something.” He scoops up the towel and tosses it onto the back of his desk chair, then sticks his head into his closet. He pops back out with a bottle. Facing Merry he says, “All set. I’m hoping someone’ll like this stuff Trav and I tried it out and neither of us liked it.” He seems to have forgotten about the t-shirt laid out on his bed.

[horusramesson]

Horus strides in, not knowing exactly what to expect. Not knowing if there was a dress code for a pagan Roman holiday, he slipped into his milticolored khaftan his mere had sent him a week ago from the Sudan. He adjusted the brimless hat on his head. Seeing Hom and Sabrina he waved at them, unslung an oddly shaped pack off his back, unzipped it and withdrew a drum. Placing the pack on a corner, he tucked the drum under his arm and started to wander around the room.