a very grand opening

[warningdoor]

[Suddenly and without warning, a door appears in front of you. It's pink and there's a poster taped to it.

WELCOME TO TEEN GIRL PARADISE!
Beyond this door is our grand opening party.
You will be dressed accordingly.
Hope you like pink!
Scribbled underneath the poster text in pink glitter pen cursive, someone has written ps: no boys allowed! ♥ but it doesn't appear to be particularly serious. Except for how it is and the party that lies beyond the door has been restricted to girls only. Preferably teenage ones, but we're not that picky.

Upon entering the room, your character will be dressed in something princess-y. It doesn't have to be pink, that part of the poster refers to the state of the room.



It's very pink. To the side of the room, there is a buffet-style table of food. It mostly consists of sweets such as impossibly tall pink cakes and cookies and no less than four kinds of pink punch, but there's also tiny sandwiches and fruit platters as well as cheese plates. And, for some reason, a whole roasted pig. What? Girls gotta eat too.

Aside from the tables set up for eating, each of which will fit four people at it, there's a dance floor if you feel like dancing.]

Comments

[wonttell]

I don't suggest eating them together, but the chocolate-chip cookies and the pig are pretty good.

[wascrying]

[Okay, she takes some of the pig because Florina never eats dessert before the rest of her food and chows down. Some things Florina is shy about, but she spent a lot of time with Lyn on the plains eating food straight off spits and stuff. Also, uh. The Dread Isle is not exactly the home of fine dining.]

This is really good!

[wonttell]

Isn't it? [She steps casually around the two very makey-outy magical girls because we don't need threads intersecting here] I wish there was any kind of way to send compliments to the chef, but I haven't seen anyone except guests.

[wascrying]

[Florina gently wipes all the pig juice off her face because. Not attractive.]

It is strange that we haven't seen the hosts of this party yet . . .

[wonttell]

It really is. I'm not too concerned, but it's strange.

[wascrying]

The whole party is a little strange, though. [Gonna get a cookie.] I . . . don't feel like that's a bad thing.

[wonttell]

Well, it's... certainly not threatening.

[wascrying]

There's no men so . . . [Men are the most threatening thing ever, obvs.] I guess peace is hard to be comfortable with after so much war.

[wonttell]

Indeed. Far from unwelcome, though.

[wascrying]

Yes. It's nice to not worry about archers and dying.

[wonttell]

Very true. [She casually scans the party for threats again, and again finds none] Just a bunch of girls in pretty dresses.

[wascrying]

Do you think they're all royalty? [She's wearing a pretty dress too, but.] They're very well-dressed.

[wonttell]

I don't know. This is a bit informal as far as gatherings of royalty seem to go...

[wascrying]

I guess that's true . . . I haven't been to that many of them.

[You're the Lady, Lyn.]

[wonttell]

I haven't been to more than a few properly royal ones myself, but still. Well, it's certainly nice, anyway.

[wascrying]

I do wonder why there aren't very many people, though.

[wonttell]

Maybe it's a smaller event? But the selection of people is strange... There are no royals or lords here than I recognize...

[wascrying]

Some of them don't look like any people I've seen in Lycia or Ilia. [These hair colors. So normal.] It's almost as if they're from somewhere else.

[wonttell]

Not many other places they could be from... are there?