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

[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.]