Summer's Wednesday Night "Room Party"; Kasambi Estate Pool Area and Deck; Wednesday Evening [02/22].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Just because Summer wasn't behind the bar at Caritas this Wednesday didn't mean that there wouldn't be jello. In grand school trip tradition, since pretty much the dawn of time (or, at the very least, the dawn of Summer being a part of this school), she had spent the majority of her day getting ready for her big "room" party, although this time around, the term was being very loosely applied, because when you had a space like this, shoving a party into a bedroom on a technicality was practically a crime.

So after a morning of mixing jello and then portaling around to get other supplies (there may have been a detour over to Ethiopia, while she was at it, which she did not want to talk about, but boy, was it a good thing she had a party to focus on right now, the narrative could say at least that much!), she was now back to get things all set up and decorated with your standard fairy lights and something to softly, unobtrusively pump music into the air, with the jello shots and moddable snacks and other drinks all laid out not only on tables on the deck, but also awaiting in the water, as well.

Which could be dangerous, sure, but they had a nine foot tall shark man that could not get drunk as a lifeguard, they'd be fine!

And, of course, she'd dressed the part of a pool-side party goddess, and she'd tried her best to keep the jello shots in the spirit of the trip with local ingredients, and she had them all displayed with a nice little placard that she'd quick-printed:

Wednesday Room Party Jello Shots!

Mango Sticky Rice
'Sriracha' Pepper with Indonesian Sambal
Coffee with kopi luwak
Durian
Rambutan
Piña Colada with King coconut
Mangosteen Cosmopolitan
One-Day-Late Mardi Gras
Ash Wednesday

The Room Party is Open!

[[ Flying OCD free! Open to all faculty and their guests, who definitely would have received a text invitation at some point! Students will definitely have to try to get through the bouncers, though ]]

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[special_rabbit]

Amaya? In something new specifically with this party in mind for no discernable or particular reason at all? Perish the thought. She'd clearly just found this somewhere and threw it on, how dare you.

[begmetwice]

"This is pretty," Irene told Amaya, immediately taking notice of her outfit. (It was entirely possible that at this point, Irene could catalogue most of Amaya's wardrobe off the top of her head, and new items accordingly stood out.) "Cut suits you."

Which was Irene's classy way of saying that she entirely approved of the entire cleavage/chest/shoulders situation in play here, good work.

[special_rabbit]

"Seemed fitting enough," said Amaya, whose entire cleavage/chest/shoulders situation would get just that slight bit more features as her shoulders straightened, not so much to show them off, which was just a nice side-effect, but out of a touch of pride that she would deny having for this completely incidental outfit to have gone noticed, "for the party. Old suit's getting a little worn anyway."

And then she took a moment to give Irene a look, which she felt fit the beat in the conversation well enough to not be too...obvious.

"And obviously," she added, "I don't need to tell you that your dress is nice, too."

[begmetwice]

"It's wildly comfortable," Irene confessed, as though such a thing was actually forbidden when it came to being fashionable. (It kind of was, honestly. See also: the pocket issue.) And, with that pronouncement, she swung her shoulders and hips just enough to make her skirt swish, the linen light and airy. "Though now I do regret not actually wearing a swimsuit, as well."

As though she couldn't just pop over to her own room and retrieve one if the fancy struck -- and it probably wouldn't -- but that gave her the excuse needed to give Amaya's suit (and the accompanying posture) the approving look it absolutely deserved.

[special_rabbit]

"Maybe for the best," said Amaya, sounding a little thoughtful, as her attention went to giving that swish the proper admiration it clearly deserved. "All this alcohol and a pool seems like a bit of a risky combination."

As soon as she said it, though, a counterargument seemed to filter through. One that consisted entirely of whether such a wardrobe change would require any assistence.

"Then again," she noted, oh-so-reasonably, "it wouldn't be too much of an ordeal to fix that, either."

Just maybe...a slight ordeal. Enough to maybe need a helping hand or two.

[begmetwice]

Oh, it would definitely require assistance. Look at how difficult Irene's dress looked to get out of, for one thing. With its...straps, and all.

"I might be persuaded to change," Irene noted, slanting a look over. "But only if you were planning to take a dip, too. That's not just a decorative suit?"

It didn't look like it. (Irene's swimsuits were nearly all mostly decorative, and at most, best intended for gently wafting about a swimming pool and holding a cocktail.)

[special_rabbit]

"I certainly hope not!" remarked Amaya with a mildly offended grunt, for the whole concept of clothing meant to be merely decorative and the concept of her owning any of it. "Otherwise, that'd be quite a waste of a few shiny gold coins! But I guess there's only one way to really know for sure."