riverviewlogs | I am Sixteen, going on Seventeen (Open

who: EVERYONE
what: Lola Pacini's Seventeenth Birthday
when: 4/16 - late afternoon
where: The Sunset Diner
warnings: FUN!
note: This is a Mingle, tag each other, make new CR, it'll be fun! I'll leave some specific places to poke Lola, but if you wanna put in your own top level or whatever... go for it!

It took some haggling, but Lola got her boss to give her the space for a few hours today. Lola did all the set-up (minus food prep, which she wormed out of some of the fry cooks). She took over the sunrise side of the diner. The room of warm oranges and reds, but more importantly it had less booths and more tables. So some of those could be cleared out for the day. S he put soft blue and green bows and streamers everywhere. Put linens over the tables, swept the floor, made sure everything was clean and nice.

She set out some of the food already, serve yourself at one table. Most of it is an attempt at Mexican cuisine but given how the ingredients aren't exactly right she can't really call it authentic. She left a table aside for people to bring foods from home, she's still curious to try things that aren't of her Earth, or of Earth at all. She didn't bother with a table for gifts, she wanted them, but she didn't feel they would happen. She didn't want to get her hopes up. That never ended well.

Honestly Lola doesn't really know what she wants out of this. Friends? Maybe? Or maybe just to make something happen. If some other people become friends at her party that'd be enough.

Right?

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Hopefully Lola is prepared because there will be several hundred pounds of bubbling excitement seeking the birthday girl out. She's a little late, what with her having taken the liberty of doing a little research about birthdays and their celebrations via Riverview's people. The information she received had varied based on a number of facts, but the general gist of it was a simple celebration wherein gifts may be given. Information about the sort of gifts one might give had been just as varied, for that matter, but Líadan likes to think that she's done well enough for the moment, what with the set of carefully wrapped and notably colorful butterfly hairpins she purchased for the occasion.

It's not as good as something she made herself is her feeling and she intends to remedy that at a later date, but for now, she thinks it'll do and that it might be something Lola would enjoy given her care about her hair. And so, Líadan will be hailing Lola with a hand, a bright smile, and a present in her other as she approaches only to stop rather abruptly upon spying a quite notable difference.

"Lola, your hair!" She exclaims, and with nothing short of awe. "Such a vibrant color! How ever did you get it that way?"

Given that Lola is, in fact, about a hundred pounds of bubbling excitement... this is fine. Late didn't bother her, because literally Lola's only concern was nobody arriving. And with people, some even with gifts, she couldn't be happier. She met Lí on her way in, all excitement and smiles.

Even when Lola calms down and tries to play it 'cool' she's still smiling a bit too much, "Oh, what color is it right now?"

Lola how do you- no, no nevermind.

"Not blue, that's for certain," Líadan laughs, her free hand finding her hip as she tilts her head to one side. "It is a purple, though... something bright, like lilac? How don't you know, though? It looks very deliberate to me!"

Very, very deliberate. She doesn't think it's possible to get one's hair a color like that without knowing. Even magick would merit intention, after all.

"Oh. That's the color I wanted it to be," Lola smiled, sometimes it did what it should. It was hard to get used to. The tips however had turned a little darker since Lí mentioned the word 'purple.'

"I got a coupon addressed to me, I assumed it was a gift from someone. It was to get my hair treated. I assumed it was to just touch up my color but apparently it does this now." Lola didn't seem overly bothered her hair was unpredictably changing colors. She was excited and bubbly as she always was.

Did the tips just get darker? It certainly seems like it. Despite her curiosity, Líadan manages to tug her eyes from Lola's hair to Lola herself when addressed again without issue.

"Whoever gifted it to you has a good eye. I think it suits you," she replies, nodding once firmly as she extends the present she's been holding onto with both hands. "I am rather hoping you will find this to be the same. I know you said that we didn't have to bring you a gift, but I wanted to get you something for the occasion and I do hope you'll accept it."

It's Lola's birthday, after all, and while Líadan hasn't known her very long and admittedly doesn't know her too terribly well just yet, she thinks that if anyone is deserving of a present on their special day, as kind as she's been, it's her.

There's a definite look in those big brown eyes, a look of feeling really blessed with all this at the offering of a gift. Lola spends a few long moments staring at Li before taking the gift and putting her attention to unwrapping it. "I didn't want anyone to feel put on to get me something, but... I never say no to gifts."

That earnest look in her eye turned fairly impish with those last words. Lola was very much a girl of possessions, she put pride in how she looked. That meant having all the right tools, "Oh. Em. Gee. These are the cutest!"

Lola quickly went to work figuring out the right place to put the hairpins. As her fingers moved her hair around to put them in place her hair picked random new pastels around her touch. No rhyme or reason to the colors, just an explosion of hues until she finished putting the pins in. It was sorta the same effect of tye dye. Only on hair. "How do they look?"

That initial look makes Líadan that much more glad that she was late for care in her search for something she thought Lola might really, really like. She doesn't quite understand her first declaration upon seeing the gift, but she does understand the second and Lola's visible enthusiasm in putting the hairpins into her hair. She can't quite help that her brows rise at her hair's responsiveness to touch, her smile tugging that much wider for it, and when they're all set?

"They look better than I imagined they would and I imagined they would look nothing short of adorable on you," she says, nodding once, twice strongly. That smile turns to something of a grin. "Dare I say the butterflies may face competition this spring."

With Lola's colors and the fine craftsmanship of the pins, she believes that wholeheartedly.

I am Sixteen, going on Seventeen (Open | Mingle)

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