Girls just wanna...

[deepestindigo]

[[This is a party thread. Bits will be slow-timed all to hell, especially as certain muns are without internet for the time being. :( If your character didn't RSVP in the announcement post and you want them to come anyway, that's cool, too.]]In the basement of the Main Gauche, there are a couple of rooms that have been taken over, and decorated as

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[nogettingback]

Aaron has commandeered the beanbag chair and a bowl of popcorn and is occupied with the process of tossing bits of popcorn into his mouth, while making witty commentary on the movie and occasionally engaging in a rousing game of 'Fuck, Marry, Cliff' with the girls sitting around him.

"Fuck Johnny Depp, marry Orlando Bloom, and, as hot for an old dude as Geoffrey Rush is, he gets the cliff." As Captain Barbossa comes onscreen, Aaron flails and says, "I'm sorry, Geoff, but I'm just not that kind of girl."

He bursts into a fit of laughter and flops back against the beanbag chair, continuing to toss popcorn pieces into his mouth.

[archangelet]

"Is this seriously what girls do when they get together?" Tay asks from where she's flopped nearby, looking dubious. She wasn't particularly thrilled to come, but Buffy and Aaron together were a bit more than she could resist. She dragged Mat with her, but he's off in another corner of the room apparently having fun, so she's mostly kind of sulky and baffled at this all.

She doesn't understand girls, she's decided.

[nogettingback]

"Yes," Aaron says, around a mouthful of popcorn. "And then we sacrifice small animals to our pagan god of body glitter and dance naked under the moonlight."

He waggles his eyebrows, swallows his popcorn, and goes for another handful. Om nom, tasty treats.

[archangelet]

Tay knows he's being ridiculous. It's Aaron, after all.

Still, she can't help but make a face and say, "Ew."

[savesomelight]

Piper has decided to adopt the vegetable tray as her new friend, as she is far too introverted to... Really jump into all this chaos on her own without being bodily dragged into it. She's currently sitting crosslegged in a corner, watching the movie in a pair of bright blue fleecey PJ's with clouds on them. The vegetable tray is on her lap and she's nibbling a carrot.

She's actually never seen Pirates of the Caribbean, so she's rather engrossed in it. Piper occasionally misses the point of slumber parties, but, in her defense, this is the first one she's ever been to.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel has taken it upon herself, like she usually does in large group gatherings, to poke at every single person in the room, or at least the majority of them. She's yet to do a very good job of it, but the night is young and she is going to be wide awake for most of it. For most of the time, she's been flopped upside down in a sleeping bag, gnawing on sweets pilfered from the other room.

But, she notices, some people are not a) enjoying the sugar and b) joining the pile of flop in front of the TV. This must be remedied. So eventually Babel gets up, still encased in a sleeping bag, and waddledances her way over to Piper. "Come flop!" she says. "Or be a worm!"

Sleeping bags are made for worming, don't you know?

[savesomelight]

Piper stares up at the Babelworm with wide-eyed wonder and casually abandons her new friend the vegetable tray. "I think I'm too tall," she admits, sheepishly. "I'll look like a worm trying to escape its skin."

This is mostly an excuse, but, well, it doesn't take much effort to convince Piper to do anything. She's sort of pathologically incapable of saying no.

[allmydiredreams]

"Nobody is too tall for flopping," Babel protests, wriggling a little further out of the sleeping bag so she can latch onto Piper's wrist and hop-drag her over to the pile of blankets by the TV. "We could get blankets if you don't want a worm," she adds.

She has a little stash of food in a small ring of pillows near where Babel was sitting, and she yoinks the plate out from it's pillow fortress as soon as she plops down again, offering the chip-and-candy-laden thing up with a smile. "Haven't seen you in forever, nonworm," she says. Part of this is because she never goes to the Gauche anymore, but that's beside the point.

[please_see_me]

Dusty arrives fresh from the bus stop (because she can totally handle herself - she's seventeen now, after all) with her kitty-ear hat and a backpack with everything she needs for a sleepover: pjs, a toothbrush, fuzzy socks, a change of clothes for the morning, and the hat that she got Indy.

To be honest, she's a little nervous about this whole thing, 'cause she hasn't really met many people outside of talking to random strangers on the street. Which, y'know, isn't bad, just makes her feel a little shy.

So she's standing in the doorway looking kind of excited and kind of awkward, her wings folded tight against her back.

[deepestindigo]

And here comes Indy, determined to make things better. "Dusty!" She bounces over to where Dusty's standing, grinning broadly. "Come in! Partake of the snacks! The boy over there talking about fucking Johnny Depp is Aaron Barnam, that's Tay Barnam right next to him, acting like she's not sure about all this girly crap? Yeah. The shy girl over there is Piper, and the incredibly awesome pixie-like girl is Babel. Um... Buffy's around here somewhere, that's Mat over in the corner... I can totally introduce you to people, if you want."

Yes, Dusty, you will have friends. Indy will make sure of this.

[designed2kill]

Promptly at 8 pm, Luka is making her way down to the basement of the Gauche. The narration is not entirely sure how she got into the complex, presumably Indy left one of the gates propped open so those without Gauche keycards can get in, or Luka followed someone else in. At any rate, Luka is now standing at the door to the TV room looking a bit lost.

"Hello? I'm Luka Petrovic and I'm here for the...slumber party? Is this the right place?"

[deepestindigo]

Here, Luka. Have a grinning behemoth.

"It is! Hi! I'm Indy! You know J, right? If you ask him, we've apparently formed a coalition to take him out to eat, without even knowing each other. Go us! And really, the guy kinda needs it. He's suffering a serious deficit of happy."

Indy gestures at the room. "You can drop your stuff wherever, and pizza's in the other room."

[designed2kill]

"Nice to meet you, Indy. I do know J, he helps me out a lot by explaining how social things work because I didn't get that kind of training on my world. And I agree, he does need to be more happy." Luka realizes the second it comes out of her mouth that referring to social skills as "training" might not have been the best idea, but it's too late to change that now.

Luka finds an empty patch of ground over in the corner and sets down her backpack. She also strips off her hat, coat, gloves, scarf and the rest of her outdoor gear and piles it up next to her bag. Then it's off to grab pizza. Luka carefully surveys the pizza and grabs three slices, each a different kind. She's going to want more later but there's only so much she can fit on a plate at one time.

"...I've actually never been to one of these," Luka tells Indy. "What do you do here?"

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe is a shameless soul. She isn't well-acquainted with embarrassment. However, she's never been to the Gauche before, and while she doesn't arrive timidly, there is a bit of awkwardness.

The backpack Phoebe is carrying weighs almost as much as Phoebe herself. She believes in being prepared, regardless of the circumstance! In her hands is a retro gumball machine for the hostess with the mostest. It's only polite!

She appraises the room with sparkling eyes and lets out a small hee. Candy! Makeup! Cool movies! It's all sparkly and sweets and fun. Phoebe comes to the only logical conclusion as she stands in the doorway.

"... Holy fried krispy-kremes and dancing squirrels on a flucking platter, I'm in heaven."

[designed2kill]

Luka wanders over with a plate of pizza in one hand. "Hi Phoebe!" she says. Phoebe might notice that Luka's actually smiling for once. Thanks to a talk with Arlin over Trickster week, Luka's no longer afraid of having fun or calling other people her friends. "I was waiting for you to show up."

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe does notice Luka is smiling. She notices it immediately and it makes her giddy, brightening her own smile. It gives her the confidence she needs to finally step into the room.

"Luka! Ohmigosh, I'm so glad you're here!"

Setting her bag on the floor, she straightens back up, smile still on her face. "How long have you been here? Hope I didn't make you wait too long."

[designed2kill]

"Um, I got here around 8 o'clock? So not too long ago. I'm still trying to figure out what people do at these things." Luka's still smiling, but she's a bit wary that Phoebe's going to tackle-hug her or something in her excitement. Hopefully Phoebe will give her advance warning if she does, so she can clamp down on the automatic flail reaction.