sleepover sleepover SLEEPOVER

[phantasmagorial]

[ With the handful of new Executors awakening after the first batch, Rei's starting to get a little bit dithery. They're getting to be a big group now and while she's more than grateful for the help (and the company), she still finds herself worried about the group's cohesion. After all, Lion had admitted that he'd lashed out when he'd first awakened, Kingslayer and Pariah were at each other's throats and Iris wasn't even sure she wanted to be here at all.

Not that Rei could blame her.

But if they're going to be a team, then they at least need to be civil with each other. And getting in a bit of bonding before they have to go down and potentially double-die couldn't hurt.

So Rei borrows one of the hotel suites – a 'luxury' suite, according to the receptionist but to Rei's eyes, it just looks tacky as all get out. But it's big enough for the whole group and after spending an afternoon dragging in all the blankets she can find (and a few mattresses – thank god there aren't any other actual guests here to complain about her pillaging their rooms), Rei makes one final trip to the conbini to get... pretty much everything she can carry. Alcohol is right out (sorry, wine grandpa) but she brings back bulging bags of sodas, sweet drinks of all kinds and pretty much anything that looks made to be chugged. After that comes everything vaguely snack and candy-like in the store and a few things that might not actually be good to eat, and Rei feels confident in saying she's done.

She'd mentioned to a few of the others that she was having a bit of a get together that night, so all she can really do is wait for them to show up. She's in her pajamas, she's looked up sleepover games in the library and snacks, there's a TV mounted on the wall and she has... never held a sleepover before.

This is gonna turn out just fine. ]

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[beknights]

[ Here's someone else not mingling, and that's because Seal is completely and comfortably Lost In The Sauce. For no reason they could adequately explain, being able to lie down in comfort has made them blissfully unconcerned about much of anything, for once. It hasn't made them much of a socialite, but since interacting with people makes them nervous, it wasn't going to anyway.

A mound of blankets shifts; a horned head burrows its way out near Kingslayer. They turn their head to peer at their fellow horned-head knight with a curiosity bordering on what they'd normally classify as impolite. ]

[pioailurophobia]

...oi, Seal.

How do you normally eat and drink stuff?

With the... not being... anything stuff, [wouldn't that make them not-stuff by default?] I can't figure it out.

[Kingslayer? Actually asking for help? Implausible.]