Room 106; Wednesday Evening - Summer's School Trip Room Party! [10/18].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Queenstown, allegedly an adventure capital of the world, but it was Wednesday, so once everyone'd gotten their adventure on, it was obviously time to swing by Summer's room for her traditional School Trip Room Party, to get wasted on all sorts of moddable booze and jello shots and have at least a few regrets the next morning, if you were doing it right.

So there were snacks. There were beers. There was, okay, okay, even some wine because there were some snobs in the crowd she expected and also, she liked to keep it local and New Zealand did do some wines or whatever. There was a curated playlist, of course, and Rosa and Gladio were reprising their traditional roles as bouncers, although Summer wasn't entirely sure how that was going to play out now that the school was catering to an older, more party-aged demographic, but she supposed maybe that just meant they were to be arbiters of making sure nothing got weird? It was new territory! They'd figure it out!

But, most importantly of all, there was a wide variety of jello shots on display for the taking: kiwi two ways, layered with melon or straight up but served in kiwi cups; honey lemonade made with local mānuka honey, sweet potato cinnamon, chocolate covered cherry using Whittaker's Chocolates of course; and a variety of just basic flavors but adorably in the shape of sheep.

Look, the other option was a jello shot with actual lamb in it, so consider yourself mildly lucky.

So looks like now all she needed....was people to show up!

Sure,it was going to get pretty crowded in this room once they did, but honestly? That gave it the best classic room party vibes to have a bunch of people shoved into an otherwise cozy room.

[[ open for all trip-goers, of course! Faculty members got a special, handwaved mass-text invite, too! No OCD, just go hog wild, and please to excuse my inevitable flaky SP because I got a LOT going on right now omg, but The Room Party(TM) must go on! All predicated on the assumption that wherever we'll be will in fact be conducive to a room party, but if not, it may be edited to suit ]]

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[suitably_heroic]

"So did I," Atton said, faux-cheerfully. "It's why I'm now in therapy and spend my weekends singing cover songs in bars in an attempt to 'chill out', or whatever the kids call it these days."

[unusual_sith]

"Do they help?" Lana asked curiously. "Not that I'm likely to do well at therapy. Or much of a singer." No, she wrote poetry. Much more her speed.

[suitably_heroic]

At least she had an actual creative outlet. Atton was starting to build a pet theory that the only Force users from their galaxy who didn't lose their minds eventually were the ones who, like, picked up crochet or dance or poetry or any kind of creative hobby whatsoever.

"They do," he said. "Frankly, I think if more people from our galaxy tried at least one of those things, we'd waste a lot less time trying to kill each other."

[unusual_sith]

"Except for possibly our therapists," Lana said wryly. "But you're not wrong," she conceded. "I think a good outlet for emotion and a respect for things other than battle could only help. Not that a galaxy-wide karaoke contest would be in anyone's best interest."

Though now she was picturing it and the image was glorious.

[suitably_heroic]

"It'd be funny, though," Atton said. "Can you picture a Wookiee Jedi trying to out-ballad a Sith Toydarian or something?"

[unusual_sith]

Lana grinned wide. "Opera. Definitely opera. Two Mon Calamari against one Ithorian."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton surprised himself with a laugh. "Oh space," he said, "That one's going to live in my nightmares."

[unusual_sith]

"Oh, I haven't given a Jedi nightmares in a while now," Lana said cheerfully. "And I was barely even trying."

She knew what she had done.