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savetheearth2014-09-17 06:01 pm
ghostly_heiress) wrote in savetheearth2014-09-17 06:01 pm
Sleepover Cheer Up
Who: Robyn, Danielle, PEOPLE
What: Robyn is rescued and in need of cheering up, so there's gonna be a bit party for her.
When: Backdated to September 13
Where: The home of company heiress Danielle Masters. So a huge mansion befitting the obscenely wealthy in a on the rich side of town.
Warnings: Shenanigans, cat videos, giant sized life jackets made of pool noodles? And whole aftermath of kidnappings maybe.
[Filtered to Personal Friends of Robyn, Danielle, and those who expressed concern on the Network during the kidnapping plot]
You are cordially invited to a party this Saturday at [address goes here.] Simply tell the guard at the gate for that address that you are here for the party for Robyn in the effort to cheer her up after her ordeal.
There will be food, music, cat videos, a pool, and if you believe Robyn will want you stay the night and are under the age of eighteen, a sleepover.
The staff are aware Seedlings may be in attendance. They do not, however, know this is a Seedling gathering, that I am one, or what Robyn needs cheering up for, just that the party is for her. Please do not inform them.
Sincerely, Danielle.
Welcome to Mansion la Masters. One CEO Masters may have a bit of an ego because this place is certainly not small, with a massive home and sprawling grounds. There was a gate to get into the neighborhood, but as if that wasn't enough, there was another manned gate at the end of the drive. The guard, however, would let anyone in who said they were here for Robyn.
Upon reaching the front door, a butler would lead the way to a ballroom with music, balloons, streamers, and a large buffet table. Which is covered in pretty fancy foods, because there is only so much Danielle could talk the cooks into, but at least there's some nice desserts. There are also helpful signs that lead the way to the pool and out to the backyard that has some nets set up for outdoor games. There is also a nearby room with a large tv and couches, though the movie selection is mostly just choices between kids movies, classics, and sports, but there's no gaming consoles.
If you are obviously Numbered, the staff is kind enough to make not comment, don't even seem to blink. After all, they are paid to be professional.
There is, of course, more to the home than these areas, but if the staff see you anywhere too out of the way unaccompanied by Danielle, they will be sure to insist you return towards the party.
What: Robyn is rescued and in need of cheering up, so there's gonna be a bit party for her.
When: Backdated to September 13
Where: The home of company heiress Danielle Masters. So a huge mansion befitting the obscenely wealthy in a on the rich side of town.
Warnings: Shenanigans, cat videos, giant sized life jackets made of pool noodles? And whole aftermath of kidnappings maybe.
[Filtered to Personal Friends of Robyn, Danielle, and those who expressed concern on the Network during the kidnapping plot]
You are cordially invited to a party this Saturday at [address goes here.] Simply tell the guard at the gate for that address that you are here for the party for Robyn in the effort to cheer her up after her ordeal.
There will be food, music, cat videos, a pool, and if you believe Robyn will want you stay the night and are under the age of eighteen, a sleepover.
The staff are aware Seedlings may be in attendance. They do not, however, know this is a Seedling gathering, that I am one, or what Robyn needs cheering up for, just that the party is for her. Please do not inform them.
Sincerely, Danielle.
Welcome to Mansion la Masters. One CEO Masters may have a bit of an ego because this place is certainly not small, with a massive home and sprawling grounds. There was a gate to get into the neighborhood, but as if that wasn't enough, there was another manned gate at the end of the drive. The guard, however, would let anyone in who said they were here for Robyn.
Upon reaching the front door, a butler would lead the way to a ballroom with music, balloons, streamers, and a large buffet table. Which is covered in pretty fancy foods, because there is only so much Danielle could talk the cooks into, but at least there's some nice desserts. There are also helpful signs that lead the way to the pool and out to the backyard that has some nets set up for outdoor games. There is also a nearby room with a large tv and couches, though the movie selection is mostly just choices between kids movies, classics, and sports, but there's no gaming consoles.
If you are obviously Numbered, the staff is kind enough to make not comment, don't even seem to blink. After all, they are paid to be professional.
There is, of course, more to the home than these areas, but if the staff see you anywhere too out of the way unaccompanied by Danielle, they will be sure to insist you return towards the party.
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Munch, munch. She twirls a strand of hair thoughtfully around her finger as she examines him, eyes narrowed critically.
"I guess you could like. Work the whole gothic angle. Pick out a black headband and be the emoest of all the emo kids. Yeah!"
The stray hair gets flipped back over her shoulder. "You're going to have to work on the whole lying thing, though. Put some more punch behind your I'm okays so that they sound less fakey-fake-fake and not real."
BUSTEDDDDD.
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The smile drops off his face, and it looks like there's something he's going to say, but he shakes his head instead.
"This is a party. We shouldn't focus on stuff like that."
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She smiles That One Smile She Has (tm). The one that only looks more terrifyingly predatory now that she has fangs.
"Do you think they're going to do spin the bottle? Is that the partying you are so eager to get involved in, dear sweet Wally?"
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"I seriously doubt it. And even if they did play, I wouldn't join in. Never again."
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She flies in a little lazy circle around him, trying to find the best angle for tin-snatching.
"You know you would. If nothing else because you are increeeeeeeedibly vulnerable to my unique blend of peer pressure and whining and bullying."
And, almost imperceptibly:
"And mind control."
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"This house is huge. There are plenty of places I could go to get away from that stupid game. And you, if I had to."
Yes, he heard that last bit. Cookie tin grip increasing.
"And if you tried to mind control me you'd never get another cookie from me for the rest of your life. Is that worth it?"
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She circles around to his back again. Maybe tickling his ribs would work?
"I could make you into my permanent all-day-every-day cookie slave! But I don't. Because friendship and junk. Cookie me."
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He whirls around, keeping the tin in an iron grip. And nearly falls over. He really shouldn't be attempting ballerina moves.
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THAT'S IT, FUCKER. While he's off balance, she darts in with the most opportunistic tickle-attack ever attempted by humankind.
Fairykind.
Trollkind.
All of those. SHE WANTS THE COOKIES, OKAY.