Sleepover!

[clothes_make_the_man]

Who: Forrest, all of his teenage CR, and CR of that CR
What: Giant sleepover log
When: The night of June 21
Where: Lakshmi's temple
Warnings: Cuteness overload

[Forrest has never had a sleepover before, so he's pretty excited to host one at his temple. He sends out invitations ahead of time to everyone he can think of, letting them know to bring pajamas, snacks, and even a friend or two if they want. He's clad in a frilly pink nightgown with ribbons and bows for the occasion, and he's temporarily converted Lakshmi's audience chamber into a space where the guests can all party and sleep. It was already mostly full of pillows to begin with, so all he had to do was move some more in and set up some tables for snacks and things. One of the tables conspicuously contains all of his beauty supplies, because like hell is Forrest hosting a slumber party without makeovers. Anyone who shows even the slightest bit of interest will get their makeup, hair, or nails done. Soft music and the scent of lotus blossoms drift through the air, creating the perfect atmosphere for everyone to relax and enjoy themselves.]

((OOC: If you've got a teenager that Forrest has talked to more than once, assume he invited them. Friends of friends are totally welcome as well. Everyone can feel free to put up their own toplevels, and everybody tag everybody and mingle to your heart's content!))

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[nopixiedust]

Unless you didn’t want to make even that much of a journey.

[But no- the answer is pretty obvious.]

Not a makeup kind of person, huh?

[redotiertwo]

I had to make a journey to even get here, it's not like I can teleport like gods can.

[Even though he can flashstep, but that's a whole other kettle of fish and still takes effort.

Davesprite wrinkles his nose a bit at her question.]

Dude, even if I was, what kind of makeup doesn't clash with the glory that is neon orange.

[nopixiedust]

[A pause, and she glances over to him with a quickly spreading wide grin.]

Is that a challenge?

[redotiertwo]

[...Yeah, he probably walked right into that one. His first instinct is to refuse, but something he's not entirely sure of gives him pause - maybe the feeling that he's been asked for things like this before, maybe Hajime's influence - and he raises a taloned hand to his chin for a moment in faux thoughtfulness.]

I mean, if you're really dedicated to the cause of finding matching cosmetics, you can paint my talons as a reward if you can find a colour we both agree doesn't look like total shit.

[nopixiedust]

[The high pitched giggled of all small girls erupts out of her, and she goes back to grab some more snacks for what will surely be an arduous endeavor.]

Well, it’s not like there’s anything else to do tonight, right? My schedule is all freed up. I’d say take a seat, but you seem pretty cozy right there.

[redotiertwo]

[That giggle is giving Davesprite some pretty immediate Regrets about this entire situation, but he lives with Hajime, he can probably suffer in silence through having his talons painted. While Wendy is getting more snacks, Davesprite just continues fishing through his bowl of orange candies for the moment.]

Yeah, I am here for the fucking duration, got my warm spot and pillow indent and everything. Even marked this territory with the requisite shitload of fallen feathers. [Because...yeah, there's definitely a pretty good amount of neon orange feather material on these cushions now.]

[nopixiedust]

Pillow indents are pretty important. I don't blame you.

[With a new armful of snacks- or at least anything that won't make too much of a mess- she comes over to dump them by the pillow pile and makes what is apparently an attempt to crack her knuckles. It doesn't work.]

So do you always wear those glasses?

[redotiertwo]

Damn fucking straight they are. Losing my pillow indent would be like losing the most precious of children.

[Said with a complete and utter deadpan that totally lends itself to that being in any way an honest answer. At the attempt to crack her knuckles, Davesprite quirks a brow, but at least he puts down the bowl of sweets so she might be able to get a better look at his talons.]

I have never taken these masterful shades off in the entirety of my remembered existence. This shit is a part of me, you can't just go removing it when you want. [...Okay, so he takes them off when he sleeps or showers, but that's about it.]

[nopixiedust]

You know, if those shades of yours had a ring on one of the ends, I'd say you were married to them. You don't have to worry, I just wanted to check if I had to go find eyeshadow and stuff like that first. But I guess we might just be going with lipstick if you don't want the whole package.

[Which definitely makes things easier...]

[redotiertwo]

Are you implying I need a ring to be married to my shades. [Guess who is just going to entirely go along with that ridiculous notion, because that's just how he rolls.] And hey, I said talon painting, not lip painting. Just because it's easier to get off doesn't mean it isn't going to be awkward as shit.

[nopixiedust]

Any self respecting gentleman should have a ring for the lovely shades he's getting married to. [The good news is that Wendy is for this amount of silly shit, especially at a party where everyone is already having fun.] Anyway, fine fine, just that. Hold on while I get everything.

[Forrest has a lot of options. She's gotta check them all out.]

[redotiertwo]

Hey, it's an open relationship, my shades just aren't that interested in seeing other people. [And neither, for now, is Davesprite, though that has almost nothing to do with his own interests and everything to do with his deeply ingrained belief that nobody deserves to have to deal with that.

As Wendy goes to start picking out options, Davesprite raises his hands casually.]

Pretty sure we already established I'm going fuck nowhere.

[nopixiedust]

[It takes a few moments before Wendy comes back, using the bottom of her overly large t-shirt to carry what is apparently a bulging pile of nail polish. Carefully kneeling down, she begins to set them out one by one. She’s clearly grabbed at least one of every base color, plus the fancy ones that glitter or things like that.]

So I’m thinking… bright blue. Like, suckerpunch bright.

[redotiertwo]

[Well, she knows her colour pairings, Davesprite will give her that. There's a somewhat knowing nod that might also have some air of mentorly approval, as if Davesprite definitely taught her everything she knows about this topic.]

Only thing that goes with neon is more neon, so you've got the right idea. Just got to find a shade that doesn't look like hot, salty regret.

[nopixiedust]

Hmmm… On one hand, there’s this, and I think it has a nice solid pop to it…

[From the pile, she picks out one bottle in particular.]

But then we also have this, which has sparkles in it
.
[And she puts out another.]

...I also picked one up that says it glows in the dark, but that might be too much.

[redotiertwo]

[Davesprite leans over a little to inspect the bottles seemingly very critically. It might be partially a comedic affect, but since he is supposed to be wearing this if they find something good, he's being some degree of serious as well.]

Sparkles are good shit, but the shade on that one is going to look like a half-assed as hell match at best compared to the first. [If they're talking ridiculous nail shades, though, he might as well go the whole nine yards.] Fuck it, show me the glow-in-the-dark one as well.

[nopixiedust]

Got it!

[Picking out the bottle from the pile, she cups her hands around it carefully and then holds it close to Davesprite's face so he can look in the small hole she makes. That sure is some glow in the dark blue.]

[redotiertwo]

[...So this is probably the worst decision Davesprite has ever made in his afterlife, but.] Damn, alright, let's do that one before I realise how bad of an idea this is. [Said even as he's kind of having to squint at the bottle through his shades, because holy shit that is some neon glow.]

[nopixiedust]

[Look at this triumphant little smirk. Did you even know that a child's face could get that smug? Well, now you do. Wendy puts down the bottle in the designated "WIN" space, and gets up some base polish.]

If we're going to have you make a questionable life choice, then we'll make it last. Put 'em out.

[redotiertwo]

[Look, there are questionable afterlife choices that would last a hell of a lot longer than even basecoated nailpolish, so Davesprite's not at all hesitant to put his claws out for this. As much as makeup is something he knows nothing about and generally has nothing to do with, he will fight anyone who doesn't approve of the (terrible) idea of neon blue glow-in-the-dark talons.]

I see you came prepared for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Wise move.

[nopixiedust]

A girl has to plan ahead, you know.

[And with that, she starts carefully applying the base coat.]

You know, this might come out so awful, it'll go right back around to being great.

[redotiertwo]

I am staggered by your ability to plan several minutes in advance. [That sure is some deadpan happening there. There might be a touch of amusement to it as well, though.]

That's the plan. No point in doing awful shit just pedestrian levels of awful, you gotta go the full fucking monty.

[nopixiedust]

It’s a life skill that takes years to perfect.

[The joke is that she thinks she is a kid. With the base coat on, she blows on it carefully.]

So what other things have you gone the full monty on before?

[redotiertwo]

[It feels kind of weird having his talons painted - colder than he was expecting it to be, for starters - but he signed up for this, so he sits still.]

Shinki shit forbids me from knowing any particularly outstanding occasions. I haven't had the opportunity to do it present itself that magnificently here, unless you count that time I turned neon green for a couple of days. [He still doesn't know what happened there.]