thefolder | we're pulling pulling pulling an all-nighter [open]

Who: Ryan (

yayashton), Mimi, and anyone who wants to come party!
What: You're invited to Ryan and Mimi's sleepover party.
When: Thursday, September 19th
Where: The newbie housing building has to have a lobby, right? There. That's where this party is.

[The distinct lack of musical cues throws Ryan off sometimes, but he likes to think that he can still take a hint. Potentially his idea of what omens means differs from most people's, but Ryan figures that everyone probably needs something a little less stressful to do anyway, so who even cares. He's gonna throw a sleepover for the city's entire teenage population and they will all eat too much pizza, drink too much soda, and have some fun.

It's times like these that Ryan honestly wishes he still had his powers. They may not seem useful to most people, but it was certainly a lot easier to get people to come to your parties when you knew that they would be forced to come because it was a plot point. He's half afraid that no one is going to show up at all, but he's never been one to let something like that stop him. The show must go on, after all.

And besides, Ryan somehow seriously doubts this party will even come close to the disaster that was ~~Sharpay's~~ his 18th birthday.]

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[There's a table with six large pizzas (half cheese and half pepperoni) on it. Are you up to the challenge, Chosen Children? The table also has some assorted snacks on it, although they're mostly healthier things like trail mix, and a selection of soda and juice. Mostly juice, Ryan has no idea what half the sodas taste like.]

[People looking at the floppy haired ginger might not, at first, realize it's even Neku. Considering, thanks to a conversation with Squall at Dante's party, he had done nothing with his hair but wash it. The orange mass seems to have shaved a few inches off his height, and comes close to brushing his shoulders in length, still a little spiky in the back but over all just.... floppy.

He's nomming pizza and pondering Ryan's musical tastes]

[Marley walks into the lobby of the newbie housing, completely exhausted from spending most of her day running around and making sure things were stocked up. That people were comfortable, and that they didn't need any help trying to fix up the city. She hasn't let herself sit still for more than a couple of minutes, and she looks dead on her feet, her partner no where to be found...

But the inside of the lobby looks...not the same, and immediately she perks up enough to walk up to the table of food.]

What's...all this for?

[. . . Girls too, I guess. But no seriously, it's not a slumber party unless you talk about which boys are hot and which ones are not, right? Or even just talk about, you know. The weather or something. Pretty much just talk it up until the morning comes - nobody sleeps at a sleepover.]

[The invite did say you should bring a pillow, and really. Who doesn't love a good pillow fight? Everybody loves pillow fights and the pillow fight is in no way a tactic to tire out the smaller children.]

[Smaller children...]

[Or large idiots. Ed is standing atop a small pile of couch cushions with a pillow in his hand and a grin on his face.]

I should warn all of you... I was trained in the art of combat by a dragon! Come at me if you dare... [He gives a dark-sounding MUHUAHAHA, and it seems like he has talent at it.]

[Keep it PG-13. Ryan will kick characters out if this gets too raunchy.]

[Here's how this is going to work: a, this caps out at 10 people per thread (feel free to have multiple going on if the first reaches 10) and b, you run 1-10 through the rng. The numbers correspond to the order the characters were originally posted it and whatever the rng coughs up is the person you're kissing. We good? Okay, go make out!]

we're pulling pulling pulling an all-nighter [open]

I WANT A PIZZA, P-I-Z-Z-A

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I had no idea where else to put this XD

BOYS BOYS BOYS - WE LOVE THEM!

PILLOW FIGHT!!!!

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