Promised and delivered...

[arfled]

Who: YOU. I have invited you.
Where: 201 Franz Joseph (My & Yong Soo's dorm)
When: After the picnic; 6 p.m.ish until whenever in the morning.
What: Start-of-term party!
Can other people participate? That's the entire idea.
Summary: Yong Soo said it was cool. Talk to each other, and I'll be thread-hopping.

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[ichbin_preussen]

Gilbert had had a very busy day. It took a lot of effort to sort out freshmen from sophomores, and even more to make them stop and talk to him without getting all shaky and shifty-eyed. They were so willing to listen when he was right in their pale little faces, smirking. He spent all afternoon making sure that each freshmen he introduced himself to knew exactly who he was, and to be sure, required that they repeat his name, - Gisilberht, stressing the 'jizz' sounding part - handing out vicious charlie-horse inducing punches to any of them that got it wrong, and violent slaps on the back to those who pronounced it correct. Understandably, by the time he got to Al's room, his right hand was still aching terribly

[arfled]

"Hey! I brought booze!"Alfred's ears perked immediately at the words. It was Gilbert, of course -- the guy never failed to add his element of awesome to a big get-together. Alfred wove his way through people to get to the door, where the light-haired man stood, already looking a bit drunk. He laughed, grateful that he had friends over 21. In a couple of years, this would be him. Damn you, America, and your drinking laws. Well, hopefully he wouldn’t get caught. It’d be shitty to get put on probation from your first day

[ichbin_preussen]

Gilbert laughed, grateful for the momentary guide into the room. He walked a straight enough path between people, too; Alfred wouldn't have to worry about him falling all over everyone and everything just yet, not until he started socializing - see also: forcing other people to listen to him - and quit ignoring what number shot or beer he was on. More fun for everyone!

Al was an alright guy though. He was hosting the year's first party; how could Gilbert not like him?

"Uh..lost count. I'm going to be optimistic and say half the freshman class. They could all use a serious brush-up on their Latin skills though."

[beau_bonnefoy]

Francis studied himself in his vanity mirror for perhaps the tenth time since he got into his dorm. He had to make sure not a not a single hair was out of place in his loose ponytail, and there wasn't, he determined finally. He took a step back and gave himself the lookdown. Ho-yeah, he looked fucking hot. Black skinny jeans and a blue blouse with white pinstripes, carefully unbuttoned at the top just enough to get a sample of his chest. He put on a little bit of cologne before looking himself over yet again. Yes. He was ready now. Even if it was just a party in Al's room with countless faceless people he'd fuck anyway, Francis wanted to look his best. Well. He was always at his best, so perhaps that was not a valid statement

[deutsch_bitte]

Ludwig sighed as he stared up at the front of Franz Joseph before making his way inside. The stairs were much more efficient than the elevator, much better for his health as well. He hadn't gotten to go to the gym today at all, what with moving in and the opening ceremony and that wreck of a picnic. Ludwig had barely had time to do anything at all before he'd received a call from Gilbert to come over to Alfred's party. Normally, Ludwig would've turned down any such invitation (especially from Gilbert), but he really hadn't gotten to talk to anyone aside from his brother and Arthur. The picnic had been a disaster. As soon as he had spotted Feliciano in the crowed he lost him. Kiku seemed to have disappeared as well, leaving only unfriendly or unknown faces for Ludwig to approach (which of course he didn’t). He hadn't even seen Alfred, which was strange since Alfred seemed to have the ability to be everywhere at once. But tonight would be different; unofficial parties were always better places to find people than the official

[beau_bonnefoy]

Francis looked around the room. There were quite a few people, several whom he recognized, but not nearly as many as he would have liked. Apparently he was too early. Oh well...

He leaned against the doorway as he continued to look around. He spotted Gilbert's silvery hair from the other side of the room. He'd go talk to him. They certainly had a lot of catching up to do. That was before Ludwig nearly ran into him.

He turned and smiled up at the taller blond. Gilbert's little brother was fun to mess with, but because Ludwig liked to avoid him for some reason, he didn't see the German much. So he certainly had to milk this chance encounter. "Oh, Ludwig! What a surprise to see you here! How have you been?" Francis gave him a peck on each cheek before pulling him into a hug, his hand immediately grabbing hold of Ludwig's firm ass. "You're still working out, I see!"

[deutsch_bitte]

Ludwig's initial reaction was to apologize and move on as fast as possible because this was Francis Bonnefoy, a man he's spent the majority of his life avoiding. But then Francis was kissing his cheek and pulling him into a hug and all Ludwig could do was stand as straight and as still as possible, every nerve in his body on alert. Although he had no particularly strong feelings for Francis besides mistrust, he was Gilbert's friend and he did not want to rudely (and forcefully) push him away as he might a stranger. Besides, overly warm welcomes often accompanied the international students at the university. That fact didn't keep a blush from rising on his cheeks

[la_chica_linda]

It took Leticia a while before she finally decided to make an appearance. She was debating whether she should finish rearranging and decorating her side of the room or just go to her sort-of-best friend's party.

Though a few feet away from the door, Leticia DID happen to remember who's dorm room it was and she had half a mind to turn around and go pin up those posters of Fernando Colunga and William Levi above her bed. To go or not to go...that was the question.

She wondered if it was worth it.

[caraml]

Yu wasn't really intending to go to the party next door. He would really have been perfectly happy to sit it out and read up on his new course work, as opposed to watching people drink themselves into a stupor. After all, it wasn't as if Yu actually drank anything stronger than tea- he disliked alcohol- so in the event that he attended the party, he would likely be relegated to the status of wallflower

[la_chica_linda]

Surprised, Leticia looked back and up a little to see the person who had bumped into her. He looked a little familiar and she wondered if she had seen him at the entrance ceremony. At his question, her lips curved into a sort of half smile and she shrugged. "I'm not sure yet...I've known Alfred since forever and it might hurt his feelings if I didn't show up but...he's thrown some really weird parties."

She sighed. "I'm just glad I don't have to put up with it, really...I live in one of the other buildings. What about you?"

[caraml]

Weird parties. Why did that not make Yu feel any better? Note the heavy sarcasm.

Yu sighed softly, feeling the beginnings of a headache start up behind his right eye. He was really starting to reconsider his choice to even go to the party. Alfred on a normal day was already enough to drive him into distraction. How much worse would it be at a party? With Alcohol? Absently, Yu tuned in again as the girl spoke, saying that she was glad she lived in another building. Irrationally, Yu felt a smidgeon of envy.

"I live next door." he said, lifting a hand to wave in the general direction of room 202. "I will have to put up with it." Squashing his annoyance, Yu stretched out a hand, striving for politeness but not really looking at the girl. "Hong Qiu-Yu. Yu is fine." It was easier to shorten his name than listen to all the Westerners try to pronounce his full name. That was just painful.

[petr_slavik]

Looking around Petr frowns. How the hell did he get here? He has heard something about party. And because he wasn’t such a looser (or he thinks he is not). He looks around just to spot a familiar blonde Frenchman.
And not so short after it some German albino crashed in with… is that bottle of vodka? It is! Dark blonde teen looks closely on that red eyed man. Oh no. It’s that insane guy who was punching almost every freshman out there. With some luck and lots of hiding Petr manages to avoid him. But now it seems that he was in really nasty situation.
“As long as he don’t see me…” young teen mutters to himself and tries to hide away looking for somebody who will speak to him so the albino wont recognize him as a freshman.

[bloodyfullmoon]

Ivan always liked parties, especially ones that served vodka. So when he had noticed Gilbert, whom just so happened to be carrying a bottle to some second year student's party, he figured he might as well let himself in after taking the time to follow him there. It might be fun to meet some new people anyway, but first he needed to find that vodka.

As he wandered around the oddly crowded place, he soon spotted his target over by some boys, but when he made his way there, he bumped right into someone that seemed to be heading in the opposite direction. Upon closer look, the boy shared similar features as him, what with that dark blonde hair and that scarf around his neck. The vodka can wait, he just found something much more interesting to play with. "Ah. I'm sorry. You are alright, yes?"

[petr_slavik]

Petr looks up to see smiling man with dark blonde hair and long scarf. He wonders if he is all right in this heat. One glance behind tells him that this question can wait. He really doesn’t want to meet that German albino.

“Oh, I’m all right. And you?” he asks with hearable Czech accent. “It’s my fault to bump into you. I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I’m going.” He admits and apologies. He was holding his nervousnessin check.

“Uhm, can I ask you? Aren’t you hot?” Petr cannot hold his tongue. With real curiosity he stares at that long scarf wondering how can other male survive it in this for him unbearable heat.

[bloodyfullmoon]

Ivan noticed the boy glance behind him, as though he was trying to check to see if someone was following him. He couldn't tell who he was avoiding exactly, but he had a feeling Gilbert might be involved. Ever since he personally had a chance to get to hang around the German not so long ago, he knew quite well how much of a trouble maker he could be.

"I'm also alright," he answered in a light Russian accent. "Don't worry about it. I would like to know though why you are not focusing. Does it have to do with him?" He asked, pointing a finger over at Gilbert.

"Oh?" Ivan shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm perfectly fine. Why do you ask?" Being so used to wearing his scarf all the time, even when naked, he rarely felt anything from it at all when it came to heat.

[austrian_medley]

Books scattered all over the floor as Roderich's initial shock first hit him. WHAT WAS THIS?! Roderich had never been one to go to parties arranged by the more vulgar members of his dorm, however, this particular gathering had gotten so loud that he had been unable to hear his own piano over the noise. Still, he had not expected it to be like this.

Alcohol was being passed around to all members in the room, causing certain members of the group to act in an extremely inappropriate manner. This kind of behavior was simply preposterous! How could the admin allow such a horrible thing to happen? This would not encourage the new freshmen to become studious, refined members of the student body; in fact, it would do quite the opposite