somethingwithturquoise: (arms up dancing)
It had taken a bit to get there, but the whirlwind of Summer's burst of party planning was finally coming to frution. There had been the flyers, of course, some good radio coverage, and the ubitquitously handwaved mass text, so hopefully people knew about it enough to show up. Especially since a lot of work had been put into making Goose's apartment party ready. For one thing, it actually had furniture, plenty of sofas and ottomans for the guests to sit, arranged to also allow for a lot of standing and gathering room (and, yes, yes, for all the wall flowers, a few meticulously curated shadowy corners, you're welcome. But most of the decor attention would probably be put into the magic work Summer had Margo and Eliot do.

With the faint scent of rose and mint in the air, the entire ceiling was cloaked in the vastness of outer space. But not just any space, because, in Summer's experience, space was actually kind of boring, so they pumped it up, they amped the colors, they filled it with a ton of glitter (of course). Distant planets and swirls of galaxies and pulsating quasars dotted the starscape in swatches of pink and purple and green, some glowing bright with neon. Shooting stars would occasionally trail overhead and across the walls, leaving behind a dusting of color and glitter and occasionally a message that called out "Happy Birthday, Goose!" with another message trailing behind it that read "(And Gladio, too!)". Occsionally, the starscape would seem to swell a little and expand, so that, on occasion, it would feel as though you weren't just looking at it, but almost being surrounded by space until it moved on.

The spare bedroom had been converted into a karaoke room, there was a jello table and a tended bar set up, with an ice luge embedded with neon lights, and a keg all dolled up to look like a container of Cup Noodle. And speaking of Cup Noodle, don't anyone forget Cup Noodle gift bags! There's plenty for everyone, at a table by the door, so you can help yourself to that excellent tote filled with some of the most random (and pretty moddable) chintzy Cup Noodle junk Summer could find on cheap Chinese websites (the real highlights, though, robably being the slippers and the candle).

The kitchen, of course, was dedicated to be the haven of Ignis, who staunchly refused to do anything Cup Noodle related for his food offerings, which, if you asked Summer, were a bit much for a party where she was hoping everyone would be quickly too drunk to care about what they were putting in their mouths, but, hey, you do you, Specs.

She'd even hired a bouncer, mostly for raccoons, but also for students, let's be real, and since she usually hired Gladio for that position, putting in Billy this time around seemed like the obvious choice, and she was even being very, very good about not just calling him Wish Gladio or Walmart Gladio or Budget Gladio tonight.

And, just like that, this party was ready to get started!

[[ please to wait for the OCD it up, have at it! ]]

[[Convenience Links: Arrive & Mingle | Karaoke! | The Bar | Jello Table | Food Stuff | Birthday Boys! | Gifts | OOC ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (just a little devistated)
So it was only Saturday and already Summer's weekend was...not great! And while she was reluctant to even hold office hours right now with the whole idea of Hemorrhage and his apparent inability to be 'contained by four walls' and just stay the hell in his hotel room, this was kind of her job and her responsibility and so she pretty much had to at least be in her office today for any parents who might actually want to swing by. Maybe it might even be a nice distraction?

Ha.

Hahahaha. Okay.

And then there was the fact that her office was the office that it was, and as she sat there at the desk, and looked across at the mural with the Loth-cat that Sabine had done ages ago, she was just starkly reminded of whose office this used to be. Which was why she claimed it, of course, as a weird sort of way of preserving it and maybe still being close to him, but today, all she could do was look across the room, see that painting, and just ache. It would be just her luck. There was only one person (well, two people) in the entire multiverse she would have wanted to actually show up for a weekend like this, and that was impossible, and what she got was an absolutely dumpster fire instead, all because her grampa was a stupid, petty piece of shit.

It was almost enough to make her want to cry, and she even felt the tears starting to build up in her eyes a little, but she wasn't going to let that happen, especially not when anyone could just come into the office at any time, so she took in deep breath, tilted back her head, held it, forced it all way, way, way back down, and breathed out again.

Turned her attention to her laptop. Took care of an email from that Ignis guy. Started writing up lesson plans to make it look like she actually wrote lesson plans and didn't just wing everything. Focused on just that for the moment, something tangible and small and under her control, and hoping that Hemorrhage was discovering that he liked bathing in champagne just as much as he liked bathing in blood.

Seriously, wtf, how did he get the champagne room??

[[ open office hours is open! ]]

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