SLEEPOVER TIME

[allurprincess]

Characters: Everyone!
Format: ANY
This log is: open beyond all belief.
Location: The gym on Fortitude campus.
Summary: So there's a massive room carpeted in mattresses and covers and pillows and people are bringing food and there will probably be pillow fights.
Warnings: to be added

Sora had perhaps had too much time on her hands. She hadn't gone down to the train station on time, having been preoccupied putting up posters, but she had at least met some of the new arrivals in the resulting storm of questions and comments on the computers. Which had occupied her for another hour or so. All in all, she hadn't had that much time to actually set up the room, but she'd had enough. With the help of friends and even some amiable NPCs, she'd managed to drag enough mattresses into the gym that it looked like they were going to be learning judo rather than sleeping. Food was yet to arrive beyond a pile of snacks and drinks she'd liberated from the cafeteria at lunch, but she had faith in Yuki, Feferi and the others that they'd pull through.

She'd even managed to get packs of balloons from Recette for a few raks. These were strewn liberally around the edges of the room. The shower and bathroom facilities were fully stocked with towels and there were alarm clocks so they could still get to the assemblies in the morning. They were ready.

All in all, Sora was proud of how well it had turned out. Now all she needed was people.

Comments

[trollofthree]

[ and you're tiny, small thing. ] Sure thing! It's a party, isn't it?

[babysage]

[Have a huge grin before Kotaro opens a pizza box and takes a slice] I've never been to a party before, but this is really fun! What's your name?

[trollofthree]

[ he snags a slice of the same pizza - hey, kid has good taste. Or excellent luck. ] Me? Gino.

[babysage]

Gino! That's a cool name! I'm Kotaro. [There is a precious moment of quiet while he eats some pizza] You're in conquest right?

[trollofthree]

Sure am. [ he's still in the uniform, anyway. It's not very smartly done any more 'cause, hey, sleepover! But still. He indicates it. ]

[babysage]

So am I! You must be a teacher, you are old. What do you teach? I bet your class is fun! [And more blessed silence while he eats pizza.]

[trollofthree]

[ haha. ] I teach Fashion, of course! But who're you callin' old?

[babysage]

Fashion? Like clothes? [Sounds boring] Well you're not as old as my brother, but you're older than ten! [And apparently there are no ages between ten and over a hundred, at all.]