And I'll Be With You When You Dream

[violentenvies]

[It's Sunday night! Boy, today sure has been a day, hasn't it?? Memories returned, Father's Day Gifts given, and Benjamin sure had a Time, didn't he?

Looks like it's time to find ways to cope.

Thus, the bed frames from Broadhurst dorm are being worked on being taken apart by Varian while the mattresses are becoming The New Floor.

Additionally, there's plenty to eat and drink, what with the hot pot provided by Rina, cookies that might just taste a bit burnt from Farrah, apples from Orpheus, more delicious potatoes from Maya, as well as sandwiches by Cassandra. There is also quite the variety of pie, from caramel, to bittersweet chocolate and strawberries, and several other varieties from the vending machine. Finally, there's popcorn brought in by Spongebob. If someone wants a drink, there is some delicious hot cocoa, provided by Elsa, as well as the tea brought in by Discord. There's also a variety of drinks from the vending machines.

Everyone's invited of course. There are a variety of games happening, and there's even a TV that's been wheeled down from the Library. So bring your pajamas, whatever they happen to be, and settle in for a sleepover!]

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[whatyouwant]

[Elle arrives with a basket of nail polish and one very chill chihuahua. Bruiser will be making the rounds, climbing into people's laps, trying to steal snacks from unsuspecting people.

Elle's nails are still a lovely pink from Spongebob's party on Thursday, but she is currently working on getting her toes to match.]

You want your nails done? I have, like, every color.

nails

[feudalladyshandmaid]

My nails?

[Those short, bland things at the end of her fingers? They've been consistently short for the past... twenty decades or so?]

I don't know. Actually, I've never tried to make them look good when functional suits me just fine.

[whatyouwant]

You should try it at least once! What's your favorite color?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Uhh... [Her eyes squint, lost in thought.] Green? I guess? Is that a bad color?

[whatyouwant]

There is no such thing as a bad color, just colors inappropriately used.

[Elle fishes out a few nail polishes.]

Line green, forest green, or sparkles?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[...]

There's more than one?

[whatyouwant]

Oh yeah!

[Elle shows her a few different shades.]

Did you know the human eye can see more shades of green than any other color?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

I sure didn't!

[But... Wow. Okay. Points to you, Elle. That's actually pretty interesting.]

Wow, you really know your stuff about all this.

[whatyouwant]

Color theory is important in fashion design! Green is a tricky color to work with because of the variety of shades, but it's also super calming.

[She lays the bottles out for Cassandra to select.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Yeah, I... I can see that.

[Her hand drifts over the assorted bottles, coming to the one on the far left.]

Uhh, this one?

[whatyouwant]

Ooo, good choice!

[Elle puts everything else away save for a clear base/top coat and the olive polish Cass selected.]

Hand please. [What's she working with here?]

[alchemistake]

[By the time Varian is done getting the beds broken down and the mattresses laid out for everyone, he's taken a seat on the edge of one of the said mattresses and...immediately, his lap is full of chihuahua.]

Wh- hey-

[He smiles, laughing a little under his breath as the little dog turns around and around before plopping down right between his legs, Ruddiger hopping from one of Varian's shoulders to the other so he can squint down at him.

Varian will gently pet the little guy, brushing his hand over his big ears.]

So you're the famous Bruiser I've heard so much about.

[whatyouwant]

[Bruiser's tongue lolls out as he relaxes into the pet. Very good, yes, please pet.

He turns his head to look at Ruddiger and lets out a yip of greeting.]

[alchemistake]

[Ruddiger, somehow, has never met a dog before. Despite the number of animals running around Corona...but Bruiser seems okay. Varian seems to like him, if nothing else.

He nods. A show of solidarity that the pup won't recognize, probably, but it's there.

Meanwhile Varian rolls his eyes and pets Ruddiger while he pets Bruiser.]

Yes yes I know, jealous.

[whatyouwant]

[Unfortunately Bruiser is not a Disney pet, so the gesture is lost on him.

He stares at Ruddiger and cocks his head to the side. The strange dog on the boy's shoulder is interesting. Dogs don't normally sit on people's shoulders. What's that about?

He looks at Varian, then back to Ruddiger, then back to Varian as if to say "Are you seeing this shit?"]

[alchemistake]

[Varian laughs, because while Bruiser can't understand Ruddiger, he feels he can understand both animals pretty well. Even non-Disney ones have their own unique ways to communicate.

Bruiser will get another fond pet between the ears.]

Hey, I hear ya, buddy.

[violentenvies]

[oh well that'll get his attention]

I would appreciate that, actually. [he glances at his own, painted black] I think mine are starting to chip.

[whatyouwant]

Well, have a seat!

[Elle pats the spot of mattress in front of her.]

I grabbed some acetone to get the old stuff off.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri will sit then, though he pauses, glancing at some of the glitter still left]

...perhaps...just one hand, if that's alright.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle glances down at her own nails. Normally at the first sign of a chip the polish would come off and a new coat applied. The pointer finger on her right hand shows a rather large chunk of missing polish near the tip, and yet she isn't in a rush to take it off either.]

We can do that, or your toes, like me! [She wiggles her toes to show off the bright pink polish.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri blinks at that--that hadn't occurred to him, actually]

If you don't mind, that would be preferable.

[whatyouwant]

No problem. I...didn't want to take mine off either.

[violentenvies]

....did...[he hesitates for a moment]...did Monsieur Connor paint yours, as well?

[whatyouwant]

Yeah.

[She inspects her nails and smiles.]

He's really good at it, too. Like no clean up required.

[violentenvies]

He certainly was. [there's a minute softening in his expression] He convinced me to try the glitter and I must say, I am rather fond of it.