gooseberryhigh | GALENTINE'S DAY

GALENTINE'S DAY

Who needs BOYS to have a good Valentine's Day? Literally no one, according to Miss Riley Mae, who has taken it upon herself to bring all you beautiful babes here for Galentine's Day. Come one, come all, to bitch about boys, gush about the dance, braid hair, rage, make sacrifices, makeout and pillow fight in your underwear—you know, normal girl party stuff.

The Grotto is pinked the hell out, a celebration of Riley's favorite color more than Valentine's Day, with lights and streamers and pink lip-shaped pillows inside the building for people to sit on. It's disgusting if you don't like the color pink. It's par for the course if you've met Riley before.

There's a table with booze off to the side that looks like, at one point in time, was intended to be something of a mimosa station until Riley realized she would have to get champagne from Logan and lost interest. There are still several champagne flutes and lots of juices, there's just a haphazard collection of other alcohols there instead of champagne. Which is obviously better.

The building is host to makeovers, kissing games, and, apparently board games, and y'all better get to partying before curfew! It is, regrettably, still a school night.

HOW THIS WORKS

There are games of Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven in their usual place, but I'm not rolling any matches for anyone. Kiss who you want! Take over the closet if you want! It's a party!

Riley will be doing makeup and nails! Or she'll just allow access to her extensive and slightly trashed nail and makeup kits if you want to do it yourself. I will try and do personalized responses to makeover requests, but you can also assume Riley is just MIA sometimes. It's a party and she's drinking.

The party will still end at 10:00 PM, just like a regular Grotto party. Someone carry Riley home. And someone else please clean up after.

PARTY PARTY PRINCESS

There are old sleepover classic board games going on inside the building, around the edges of any kissing games going on. Who cares if most of these girls are too young to be feeling nostalgic, don't you want to play?

Ursula de Luca got her mother to send Pretty Pretty Princess, and you can play too! Fill out the form, post it here, and see how you did. I will keep rolling as long as you want so everyone can get that coveted crown.

The rules for Pretty Pretty Princess are here, but you don't need to know them OOCly to play with us. You're just trying to get a full set of jewelry and a crown (but not the black ring!) before your friends, because the winner is a pretty pretty princess, and the losers are all ugly ugly urchins.

There are other games, too! Mall Madness, Dream Phone, something with a whole bunch of sugar packets, whatever you can think of! Riley got her older siblings to send some to her, but, as these are Stampers we're talking about, most of them do not have all their pieces or rules included. I will not RNG these and characters are encouraged to just make up their own rules and find a way to include drinking.

Don't you dare lose any of these plastic pieces of jewelry.

♥ BEFORE THE PARTY: The all important "what are you wearing?" section.

♥ DURING THE PARTY: Pop music is blasting, and there's no weird movie playing, but otherwise it's your standard Grotto party. But with No Boys Allowed. They'll just stink up the place.

KISSING GAMES: You don't need boys to play Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven, but these are a la carte. Make your own matches!

OTHER GAMES: Drinking games can go here, but let's play Pretty Pretty Princess.

MAKEOVERS: Take a seat on the stone steps outside and Riley will slap some makeup on you. If she happens to be around!

♥ AFTER THE PARTY: Did you stay and clean up? Or did anyone need to get carried home? Hope all the strong girls stayed relatively sober.

♥ OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Georgie hums to herself as she gathers up trash from the party. She's found a box to toss the board games in, most of which she assumes belong to the lodge and should go back before Gaming Club notices they're missing. She separates the trash for easy recycling, breaks down the tables, starts pulling down the lights from the trees.

At no point does she appear to be concerned with how the fuck she's going to carry all of this stuff back out of the Grotto as well as any drunk young ladies in her care. She'll... probably figure it out. It just might take a couple extra trips. There's probably a fox freshman she can borrow for a buddy, even.

Georgie continues to hum a completely made up tune as a string of pink lights tumble onto her head.

It's the humming that catches Liberty's attention. She had appointed herself the here, drink this Gatorade prefect for the evening, but clean up is also an important part of sober prefect duty. Without asking, she quietly starts helping Georgie, sorting the recyclables and carefully taking down lights. She may also have to levitate some Ebopnhide ladies back to their camp, but they're drunk enough that they won't notice or mind waiting.

"Oh thank you, honey!" Georgie sing-songs to her completely original tune when she sees Liberty lending a hand. She tosses a bottle in a bucket, the clink of glass against glass ringing out in the mostly quiet clearing. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight? Play some board games?"

"You're welcome," Liberty says, following suit as she sorts out bottles and places them more quietly in their places. "What are you singing?" She stops to think back to the games. "I believe I was crowned... princess? Or was I already a pretty princess, striving to become queen? I'm honestly not quite sure about the implications. But I did get a crown. I'm no good with stickers, though."

"Something I heard in a dream." Georgie twirls as more lights plop down from the trees, landing in a circle around her. They're still flickering faintly, lit by a charm that's been gradually fading throughout the night, and it makes her feel like she's in the middle of the world's smallest dance floor. Almost a shame to pack them up.

"Do you still have stickers left? We could empty our sheets together." She decides to leave the lights there, just for the moment, as she starts hopping to grab the dangling edge of a light pink streamer. "My suns would be honored to grace the cheek of a pretty princess. Or quirky queen?" She genuinely stops and thinks about it for a second. "A radiant royal."

The Coppertale prefect has a certain air to her, an aura of ease, that makes being in her presence feel calming. Liberty often feels like a tangled up mess of wires, but Georgie is flowing water. An admirable trait.

"Sure. I mean, yes, I have most of my stickers left." She holds up a sheet of stickers with simple smiley faces. She peels one off the sheet, looks at it for a long, thoughtful moment, and then puts it on Georgie's nose.

GALENTINE'S DAY

AFTER THE PARTY

Georgie (Open)

Georgie & Liberty

Georgie & Liberty

Re: Georgie & Liberty

Georgie & Liberty

Re: Georgie & Liberty