Girls Night Out - Room 231 - Part one

[command_dot_com]

Upstairs far above the bar, Room 231 has been rented for the night of fun and a warning placed on the Door. No one Under 21 allowed inside... And a sign, with large script written so neatly you would swear it was typed saying Girls Night Out in Progress. Men may enter at their own risk.

You can say this for a Command.Com, when they go about making a party they go ALL the way out. Three tables are set up with User-friendly only snacks and booze, Sprite Friendly only snacks and booze, and a rather bare table waiting for booze that the kitsune promised to bring, being friendly to both data and matter beings!

Pillows abound around a big screen TV, over in a corner several bags sit waiting to surprise the people about the come in. Now all that all that's missing are the girls for their night of fun.

(OOC: come forth. Thread jacking and hopping encouraged!)

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Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Enter a She-Hulk, carrying three HUGE shopping bags and a bottle of spiced rum.

"Ladies! The cavalry has arrived!"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[command_dot_com]

"Jennifer! You made it!"

Looks like someone's already had a few shots. "What's in the bags?"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Of course I made it! Sorry I'm late, Dot, but I had to stop by Barney's."

Which can only mean one thing. Jen puts down two of the shopping bags, and holds the third open so Dot can see inside.

There are bottles of Chanel and Christian Dior nail polish in every single shade available; the bag contains at least a hundred bottles, plus jars of foot cream, pumice stones, nail files, nail brushes, top coat, bottom coat, mid coat, and everything else appopriate for a DeLuxe manicure or pedicure.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[command_dot_com]

Kids at Christmas have less absolutely delighted smiles than Dot. Granted she's made of data not matter but DAMN that's a lot of pampering in there!

"Oh Wow... what did you do, buy out the entire store?"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Close. I walked into Barney's - that's a department store where I'm from, with a huge beauty section - and just bought whatever they had. Chanel's the best polish; it even holds up pretty well during a fight. I once tossed the Rhino around and only had to do a minor touch up after I was done."

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[command_dot_com]

"Huh. I don't see much fighting these days but you know that's a good thing to remember... Come on, Laini brought something called Cloudahol that you HAVE to try." She walked over to the Mutually friendly table and picked up the pink bottle.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Laini?" Jen asks. She hasn't met Laini yet, but the Cloudahol sounds interesting.

"Is it made of cumulus clouds?"

Or thunderheads?

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[command_dot_com]

"I'm not sure what it's made of, she brought it from her homeworld called Underhill, it's one of the few things data and organic people can both drink safely and it tastes." She pauses, sprite taste differently than people. "It has a lot of AMPs in it. I'm not sure how it tastes to a human palatte."

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"You bettter tell me what AMPs are, sweetie, before I try this. My metabolism can handle a lot, but just in case."

Shulkie having an acute allergic attack would not be pretty.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

((Placeholder for slowtimed goodness when migraine is gone))

"Ooooooooooooo, rum!" Blame Jack Sparrow.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Suzi! I haven't seen you since you disagreed with that giant worm at Zed's place. Spiced rum and some fruit juices to top it off. Or vice versa, actually. This stuff's lethal, though. I thought we could make Goombay Smashes, or Sex With the Captains."

She would blame Jack Sparrow, but she could also blame pirates in general.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Richard blew it up. I just tried not to swallow worm-spit. Ick." Jack Sparrow, specifically, introduced Suzi to rum. Bottles and bottles of rum. "I'm Sime," she says with a grin, "I have to drink bottles of rum to get drunk...unless there's a Gen around? But Whistler wasn't invited? I'll try anything, though!"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Richard's not the only one that took old Marvin down. I let him have a few right hooks, and Duo gave him a nice fiery taste of mech love."

The rest of Suzi's statement is mysterious, to say the least.

"Sime?"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"I know. But Richard's the one who got me out." She says wryly. Then she holds up one arm and splays the tentacles on it before re-wrapping them around her own wrist, "Symbiotic sub-mutation of humanity from approximately 4870. Our other-half are called Gen. They don't have tentacles."

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Those," Jen observes, "must be handy."

She's not in the least weirded out by Suzi's tentacles; back on good 'ole Earth-616, Suzi's arms and hands would be attributed to mutation, of the garden variety, compared to someone like Hank McCoy or Beak or one Benjamin Grimm.

"4870 by whose reckoning?"

Could it be? Someone from the future? At last!

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"The one that, um. Has AD and BC on it?" She offers after a moment, "I'm in everybody I've met's future." Suzi always loves it when someone takes her tentacles in stride. It's weirder for her to be the only one around than it is for most Milliways people to encounter them.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Jen's green and almost seven feet tall. Her shrink is eight feet tall and has green hair, her husband spends the occasional month as either Man-Wolf or Star God (sometimes both), and her process server at work is a pink-skinned metamorph with a penchant for impersonating Clint Eastwood in his The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly phase.

Tentacles? Barely registering as anything other than a practical addition to the human form. She's much more interested in the fact that she's apparently talking to someone a few thousand years hence down the timeline.

"You're kidding. 4870? Really? Okay, does everyone have jetpacks, or not?"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Well!" Mouse exclaims, "I didn't know Users came in green, too! Welcome ta the party. My name's Mouse. What's yours, darlin'?"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Conversely, Jen is delighted to see that Dot's friends seem to come in all colors of the rainbow, and nothing but. Technicolor girls unite!

"This User comes in verdant shades," she grins, and offers a hand. "I'm Jennifer, and you're about ten shades of gorgeous. Are you from the same PC as Dot?"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Well, I live there now, but I was initialized in a different system. Though I don't consider myself t'be from anywhere in particular, really."

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Jen translates this mentally as 'born in a Compaq across town, traveled via DSL to Dot's PC.'

"Why do I get the feeling that Dot's part of a very hospitable system? One with lots of virus protection?"

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

This joke pretty much goes over Mouse's head, since she is unfamiliar with the culture to which it refers. "'Cause you've probably picked up on Dot's management style, Sugar," she says.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"She's all business, isn't she? The type that could run an army and still have time to keep the kitchen spotless. My favorite kind of girl. How long have you known her?"

Jen? Would love a guided tour of PC innards, even though she knows that it's physically impossible, unless she inhales enough Pym particles to be reduced to 0.000000000000001 inches tall.

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"A little more'n..." Mouse mentally runs through the User timescale, trying to find the appropriate unit. "Five years. We ain't always been on the same side, though. Some cycles it strikes me as kinda funny that we're both workin' ta hold Mainframe together."

Re: Meet Greet and EAT - The snack tables

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"Ah, the old sometimes nemesis, sometimes ally relationship."

Jen knows that one well.

"Working together for the greater good. Hey, you get good banter that way!"