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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[oathkeeper]

[Sora can't help laughing at Davesprite's tail wiggle.]

It's a deal then. We'll meet up in a week or so.

[He's actually pretty excited. The pillow fight showed off that Davesprite has some unique abilities that Sora's never seen or dealt with before in a combat sense. That alone has Sora hyped.

As weird as Davesprite is, he'll be thankful for a real sparring partner. Sora's been out of practice for far too long.]

[redotiertwo]

[Given Davesprite isn't really one prone to have long-term plans on a regular basis, the week timeframe works for him, and he raises a thumb to indicate he's cool with these plans.]

Guess I'll need to write that shit down in my shamefully underused planner. Or tell my shades to write it down in my shamefully underused planner. [He raises his talons to one of the arms of his shades, and a light similar to that of a computer or phone screen becomes visible flickering up from behind them.]

Alright, July twenty-eighth or later, hit Sora with a sword. We're good.