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!))

Comments

[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.]