SNOGGING PARTY

[nunganunga_k_o]

WHO: EVERYONE WITH A MOUTH INVITED
TONE: Orally irresponsible
RATING: PG....16
WHEN: February 10th whoops
WHERE: Magical couch having sitting room
WHAT: GEORGIA AND CASSIE HOST A SNOGGING PARTY.
STATUS: Ongoing

[There were two bowls, one numbering from 1-7 and one with pairs of numbers. People could grab from the first bowl if they already had a date, and from both bowls if they had none! It was fool proof (at least to Georgia)!

If all went as planned, everyone in the room would have a Valentine by the time they left! Or glandular fever.]

[[ooc: 3rd years and below can't take anything higher than 4! But if they progress past that, WELL, THAT'S UP TO THEM! Also, no real number system for pairs here, just mingle and say you got someone's number! You can use RNG for snogging if you want, or not! And feel free to double dip in the bowls~]]

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[lookupforme]

[Cassie is keeping herself busy, refilling things, making sure pillows are appropriately placed, with her 6 (tongues) folded in her hands. She doesn't have a date or anything, and she still hasn't picked a matching number, at least not yet. She doesn't want a piece of paper to choose who she tongues with. Wouldn't it be fun if it was a complete surprise? Maybe later in the night she'll just be inspired...

Until then though, someone say hi?]

[selfhatred]

[He'd only shown up out of curiosity. He'd been too embarrassed to invite Jade along to this stupid thing. Karkat leaned against a wall to the far side of the room, not interested in mingling at the least. Whoever had his number was going to wind up with him anyway, so what was the use of seeking them out?]

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee likes parties. He's not often invited to them, and usually when he is it's because he can find a way to smuggle some sort of intoxicant in, but he still likes them. Everyone grooving together and hanging out - motherfuckin' miracles, man! Pretty sweet. But he doesn't really have anyone to ask as a date, which is why the tall boy is staring at the slip of paper in his hand, blinking in mild confusion, and then drifting around randomly.]

[heartwrenching]

[Graham sprang into the party room with the manic gleam of a man possessed in his eye. So, in other words, his default. It didn't take long for his enthusiasm to deflate slightly. All the couches, pillows, and refreshments implied that he'd been wrong about the type of party. Again.

Amelia had seemed quite eager about it during practice. She'd gone on and on about how, if any of the attendees were lucky, there'd be lots of pounding and thrashing and screaming by the end of the night. And that sounded wonderful. But now it was clear that, once again, it was an excuse to kiss a lot. And not a Fight Club.

When, oh when, would somebody form a Fight Club?!

Oh well. Graham was a pretty experienced guy, and pretty much all the sexual activity he'd ever had had been complimented with some of the most entertaining fights of his life. If he had to be naked for it, so be it.

Without really thinking or even knowing what any of the numbers meant, he casually grabbed a slip of paper from each bowl.]

[yourseoulmate]

[Although many people wondered exactly how Yong Soo got sorted into Ravenclaw, he'd never be offended by it. Why? Because he knew he was smart.

And smart people know how to increase their odds for success.

He grabbed several slips from both bowls and surveyed the room.

He was a genius.]