angelo_wings | Land Shark Common Area, Tuesday Night: Impromptu Girls' Slumber Party

Rinoa's BFF Ariel was having a rough week. That was no fun. And -- inspired by the fact that most of her cabinmates were female (seven of the eight of them, in fact) -- Rinoa had had an Idea.

Which was: a completely ~~disgustingly~~ girly party. Pajamas, make-overs, gossip, and really bad romantic comedies.

Rinoa had her jammies on already, and had made Ariel help her set up. Munchies, make-up, and movies. What more could they want?

She had even posted a few ~~so very handwavey~~ signs outside, in front of their cabin and places where the other cabins might see, with the important points: Girl Party, exactly how girly it was going to be, and NO BOYS ALLOWED.

Except Jono, since he was the eighth boy in the cabin and all. He could be an honorary girl for the night!! Wouldn't he be thrilled?

Especially if someone tried braiding his hair.

(OKAY SO:

whore4trash and

furnace_face modded with permission, and they totally rock for jointly inspiring this post. This is in the landshark common room but is totally open tooooooo:

- anybody who lives in Landshark, naturally!
- any girl student who wants to come hang out and be nauseated by the frou-frou-ness of it all
- despite the poster, any BOY student who wants to come can totally either (a) run screaming in terror or (b) stay and be girly. Fair warning: staying means you WILL be forced to endure horrific romcoms and probably get your nails painted.

~~Wait for the OCD~~ The OCD has been up for hours zomg I hope no one was still waiting!!)

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Jono did not have cute PJs. In fact, Jono was really just attempting to pass on through, and might have done well to use a different door on his beeline in a generally alcove-like direction.

From here on in, Jono would most certainly be paying closer attention to signs that people posted, yes.

//Please, please tell me that I'm in th'wrong building.//

"We're having a party," Rinoa said brightly. "It's girls only, but we're waiving that for you. You're an honorary girl for the night."

Wouldn't he be delighted!

"You need PJs," she added.

Deadpan. Full and complete deadpan.

Possibly while looking for convenient escape routes already, yes.

//I do not need PJs,// he countered. //And I think I'd make a rather lousy girl, for that matter.//

"Girls are allowed to be sulky," Rinoa said helpfully. "We could paint your nails! Aren't you curious about what we talk about when we have get-togethers like this? Now you'll know!"

His burning curiosity probably didn't outweigh his likelihood of estrogen poisoning by night's end.

It wasn't all that likely that he'd be poisoned by it. He couldn't exactly inhale the fumes, after all.

//My nails aren't really in terrible need of a coat of varnish, gel,// he protested, cramming his hands into his pockets because... Well, his fingernails were actually in a bit of a rough way. He was a guitarist. It was the way of things.

"Nobody's fingers need polish," Rinoa said primly. "It just makes them prettier, that's all. Better that than having someone put ribbons in your hair."

Oh, she went there.

//Ribbons?// Never mind that he'd been joking about yellow butterfly barrettes with Didi for the past two days straight, now. //My hair is completely not-ribbon-compatible, I'll have you know!//

It was also, it should be noted, just long enough to be pulled into cute little pigtails, though.

"It'd make for some cute braids," Rinoa grinned. "Especially if we put beads in them. Then your head could clatter whenever you shook it."

He was trying to picture himself with plastic beads in his hair. And from there, he was trying to picture himself with his bandages off, enough heat to make his hair stand on end billowing from his face and chest. And the inevitable melted beads, as a result.

//... Can we perhaps avoid th'hair altogether? I'm actually quite happy with it just th'way it is, luv.//

"Would you rather get make-up?" Rinoa asked. "We can do that. Some polish on your nails, a little eyeliner ..."

...

...

//Do I have to be a girl?//

That almost sounded like whining, Jonothon.

"Yes," Rinoa said firmly. "You're a girl for the night, and that's final."

Because she said so. Was he going to argue with a ~~spoiled brat~~ princess? Even a fake one like herself?

//Well, then I'm a girl who officially hates everything,// Jono informed the world at large. Because the world at large clearly cared.

Really, this could be solved by just leaving the room. But that would totally take away all of his complaining opportunities.

//Including being a girl. Already.//

"That's just because you don't have any make-up on yet," Rinoa offered. "We slap a little eyeshadow on, and you'll feel like a whole new woman."

Or Jono would murder her in her sleep. One of the two!

Oh, he wouldn't wait for her to go to sleep for that.

//My eyes? Are fine. And I think you'll find that I'm rather ill-equipped to be a woman, in any case.//

That whole bra thing wouldn't work out for him, really.

Rinoa was going to reach out and see if she could rest her hand on Jono's shoulder without him, say, slapping it off. Or ripping it out of its socket, by this point.

"I think you're doing great so far," she insisted. "You'll be girly in no time. And eye shadow just really accentuates what you've already got. You don't need big boobs to be a woman. You just need to hold your head up high and know it."

Which would almost be heartwarming if not for the completely fucking insane circumstances.

...

//Has anybody told you recently,// Jono said, eyeing the hand on his shoulder, //that you're absolutely bloody insane?//

He meant this as a compliment. You could tell.

Rinoa glared.

"You're the one who has to be a girl for the night."

//What does that even mean?!//

Yes, Jono could feel this conversation starting to suck away his brain cells already.

"You ... don't know what that means?" Rinoa asked. "It's what we've been arguing about for the past hour, isn't it?"

Yeah, one of them was totally lost. If not both. Probably both.

//Unless I've just been arguing for th'sake of being difficult,// Jono pointed out. //Th'more time we spend doing that, the less time you can spend trying to talk me into fuzzy pink pyjamas with little rabbits on them.//

Or something?

"You're totally right," Rinoa nodded. "Let's get you prettied up and we'll figure the rest out later."

That ... had probably not been his point.

This was not stopping her from digging out her supplies ....

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