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

[angelo_wings]

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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Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[furnaceface]

//I'm terrified,// Jono informed her.

It wasn't entirely like lying, really.

//Be gentle, would you? My hair and I happen to go far back. We actually get along, most days.//

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[intraspective]

"I'll be so gentle you'll barely know I'm touching your hair," she promised as she gently tugged on a piece of it before taking up her brush. To battle!

"I'd say you wouldn't know I'm there," Ino continued. "But I like talking, so."

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[furnaceface]

//Lucky me.//

Really, the sad thing was that he could have so easily just gotten up and left, and instead he had decided that sitting around grousing would be a good way to spend the evening. This was the mysterious way of the Jonothon.

//I suppose I ought to me thankful that you're not trying to talk me into eyeliner, at any rate.//

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[intraspective]

"I'm not a fan of things like that," she admitted easily, for the moment just brushing his hair exactly as she'd said. Very carefully. "For one: smudges. For two, I like my face the way it is. Don't really use more than lip gloss and moisturizers 'case it's dry."

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[furnaceface]

//Then I officially hate you slightly less than I hate everyone else in the room right now,// Jono decided, so very generously. //Nobody touches my face, this evening. It wouldn't end well.//

At least, not until he kicked his terrible exploding habit.

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[intraspective]

She eyed the bandages and said nothing about that. Yeah. Ino could guess why.

"I'm thrilled to be on your lesser hatred list," she told him, laughing softly. "Even if it's sad that I'm not on your 'like' list."

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[furnaceface]

//Oh, practically nobody is on my 'like' list,// Jono replied, as though that magically made everything better. //Didi is.//

A pause for consideration.

//Actually, that's about where the list ends, as well.//

No, it wasn't. It was actually a very long list.

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[intraspective]

"I don't think she should be on your like list," Ino said, fussing with the ends of his hair for a moment before beginning to brush it again.

Only this time, she was going to slowly separate it into three strands and begin braiding them together.

"She deserves a better list than that from you."

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[furnaceface]

//And a list all her own doesn't count?// Jono actually sounded bemused for a moment, blissfully oblivious to any braiding going on. //For what it's worth, she's on all of th'better lists, as well.//

Really, she pretty much was the better lists. All on her own.

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[intraspective]

"Good," Ino said, bobbing her head, and oh so carefully tugging at his hair. Hopefully he wouldn't think much of it. "So, who all is on your less hatred list? I'm nosey."

Yes, yes she was.

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[furnaceface]

//Mostly people who aren't here, trying to turn me into a female,// Jono stressed, squinting one eye slightly at the tug. //It was a significantly longer list before this evening, gel.//

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[intraspective]

"Don't be like that," she scolded, weaving a ribbon into the plait as she worked. Ino held the braid still for a moment while she brushed the rest of it--this way, at least, he'd think she was still brushing his hair, right? "I promise I am still totally worthy of your list."

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[furnaceface]

Oh, she wouldn't be for long.

//Mmm, of course,// Jono replied, dismissively. Really, this just served him right. For something or other. //I imagine whoever it is who assigned us to these cabins is laughing right now.//

Yes, Jono. Because the people in the office who filed the paperwork were totally creepers who spied on what specific people were doing in the cabins after dark.

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[intraspective]

She'd get back on there! Eventually!

Besides, they still had that bet, didn't they?

And it was a very lovely braid she was working on. With ribbons and sparkles! Surely that had to count for something, right?

"That's a creepy thought," Ino commented. "Maybe we ought to have you guard our virtue, you being the guy and all."

Re: Arrive! Mingle! Munch!

[furnaceface]

She was going to have to do some fancy work with her hands, now, because he was totally turning around and giving her a look.

//Virtue? Th'lot of you?//

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[intraspective]

Lucky for her that she'd finished that braid juuust as he'd started moving then, wasn't it?

"We're all as innocent as newborn lambs," she assured him. "Rather pathetically so, really."

As she nonchalantly tied a blindingly pink ribbon up in her hair.

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[furnaceface]

Bloody ninjas, always doing ninja things with their ninja hands...

//Oh, yes. Each and every one of you. If newborn lambs happened to really be a codename for 'wolves in woolly sweaters.'//

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[intraspective]

"That's not fair," she said lightly. "You don't know all of us that well."

He did know her well enough for that though.