DINNER PARTY! (Nate, Jane, Massy, Tony, Nina)

[JARED LIAM ROBINSON]

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The doorbell rang and Jared stopped from his cooking to answer it. His pizzas had arrived! With a gracious tip of twelve cents to the fellow high-schooler who worked for the store, he took the pizza and hid it in the pantry. Jared continued with his cooking. Noodles were boiling in the pot, hot and steamy. Meanwhile, he was stirring together his three step, instant cake mix. His plan tonight was to make the food like he would usually: terribly. And when his friends taste the nastiness of his food, he would get a few chuckles out of it. It was worth all the work of cooking. And when they taste the food and insist on leaving, he'll pop out the pizza for a real dinner treat.

The noodles were done, and he was going to make the sauce. Jared laughed as he turned off the stove and dumped two whole cans of tomato sauce in the pot. Then, with his salt, he dumped nearly half of it in the mix. It was a evil laugh, that was for sure. Jared wasn't sure what motivated him to mess up the cooking. He just wanted to see their faces when they taste the spaghetti. It would truly be priceless. He also pondered if they would pretend that it was good. Perhaps Massy or Jane would, but he knew that Nathanial and Tony would never let him get away with it. With a swipe his finger, he tasted the sauce and his whole body cringed. BLECH, This shit was gross!

After recovering from his impulse, he laughed a bit and dumped the rest of the salt in the cake mix. He knew that if they didn't like the spaghetti, he could offer chocolate cake. Who messes up cake, right? Exactly. With a large grin on his face, he slid the thing in their little mini-oven. It had barely any space but it was enough for students to cook themselves meals.

In the mean time, Jared took out a stack of paper plates, cups, spoons and forks and the soda. He would serve perhaps wine or beer, but he didn't exactly have the resources to buy them. And he was a bit embarrassed to ask Nina for some help. Once he was finished, Jared clasped his hands together and a grinned to himself. "All done. This is going to be fun."

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

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When Tony woke up from his cat nap, he couldn't help but feel like there was something important he needed to do. He sat up in bed and looked around, having completely forgot where his phone was so he could check the time. First, he patted down his pockets, only to discover that the shorts he had on had no pockets. Next he checked his bed, where he found a half-full water bottle, a smashed Twinky (still in its wrapper) and, finally, his phone, perched right on the edge of the bed and about to fall off. He snatched it up before it could and checked the time.

Unfortunately, he still could not remember, for the life of him, what it was that he needed to do. He decided that it could not be all that important, since he couldn't remember, and opened the Twinky pack, and attempted to eat the delicious golden cake with his finger. It didn't work out too well, but the thought of cake made him really hungry.

Oh, yeah! Jared was cooking dinner tonight. Wait, no. That wasn't the important thing he couldn't remember. But, at this point, Tony didn't much care. He was much more interested in eating. It was probably just some homework assignment, anyway, he decided. He could deal with that later. He had food to eat.

Tony hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to see how he looked. He had a massive case of bedhead, with one side of his hair sticking up and out while the other side was just lightly mussed. He tried to brush it, but some bits still stood up at weird angles. He turned on the water and stuck his head under to wet his hair, quite proud of his idea. However, when he stood back up, freezing cold water dripped down his back and he cringed, grabbing for a dirty towel off of the floor. He dried his hair enough that there would be no more ice-cold-water-disasters, brushed it, and changed his shirt.

Tony grabbed his hoody off of the desk chair and slipped his tennis shoes on without socks, smiling, amused, to himself; his mother would throw a fit if she knew. That, he thought, was the best thing about this place. Freedom! To some extent, anyway.

Tony made his way to Jared's room, with his hands in the waistband of his shorts since it didn't have pockets. He made a mental note to buy shorts with pockets in them from now on and started whistling a rough imitation of Lollipop, which had been stuck in his head since he woke up that morning. He had no idea why, but he was starting to like the tune.

Tony knocked twice on Jared's door before letting himself in and sinking down into the couch. "Jared!" he called, entirely too lazy to go and find him. "You ain't gotta worry anymore! The party has arrived." Tony found that he was suddenly self conscious of his dialect; no one else seemed to talk like he did. Everyone seemed to be from some big glamorous city. He swiped a hand through his hair and put it out of his mind; he could smell the food and it was making his stomach rumble. He hoped everyone else didn't take too long.

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[JANE JAY PAYNE]

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Jane ran her fingers through her curly hair. She decided to go on and curl it today. She loved doing different things to it. She was very good at doing hair, and make up. She was pretty girlish, she was very girlish actually. She had started singing words to a song she had wrote. She had a pretty nice voice. It was nice, sweet, and pure. It was high pitched, and very soft. She enjoyed singing, but not nearly as much as she enjoyed dancing. it's me and you now, i've been waiting think i'm gonna make a move now she sung as she applied some lip gloss on her lips. That was the only make up she actually ever wore, so it wasnt that bad. She waved goodbye to her roommate, smiling at her, the girl was nice so far. She grabbed her keys and made her way out. She smiled as she looked at her phone, sending a text to: JARED THE BEAST. I'll be there soon. she wrote.

She was excited to eat some good food. She was tired of microwavables. She wasnt a good cook so that was her only choice. Plus, it was nice that a guy was taking initiative to cook for his friends. She coldnt wait to taste his food. He said he made good pasta so she assumed they'd be eating some pasta tonight. She couldn't wait. She loved her some good pasta! She could only imagine Jared wearing a 'kiss the chef' cook, in the kitchen, turning on the stove and cooking things up like a pro.

She could see Jareds door to his place from where she was walking. She had spotted the back of Tony's head. Tony had let himself in so she decided she'd do the sae. Once she got to the door she let herself him and heard tony shout out that the party has arrived "yes, she certainly has!" she teased, running up behind Tony and hugging him from behind. Giving him one of her bear hugs. "Whats up Tony?" she asked, letting go of him, laughing a little. The place smelt like..well food. Good food. Had a nice smell. "Mmm, smells delicious" she started. "Jared! Where art thou, I know you're not hiding, and I know your not invisible! Thats Tony's thing..not yours!" she teased, looking around as she spoke aloud.

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[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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To say that social gatherings set Massy on edge would be the understatement of the year. Maybe even the decade. Massy thinks her social anxiety comes from the lack of control she has over her own emotions. In fact, that's probably caused a lot of her stranger quirks; the fact that she can relax, calm down, and relieve every other person currently walking around at will but she can not keep her own emotions in check absolutely kills her. It's frustrating to know that a friend can be having a bad day and all she has to do is tug down a little on the right corner of their "Mood Blanket" and cheer them up, but she has to listen to good music or read a nice book or talk to a close friend or just deal with it.

The only real reason she'd come to this conclusion was the fact that she'd been perfectly normal before what happened to her dad. Given, the death of a parent, especially under those circumstances, could traumatize any child. But Massy was convinced that it had much more to do with her power, however, and was pretty sure she would have been much better off never having known she even had a power.

In any case, Massy had spent half of an hour deciding what to wear. After that, she spent ninety minutes making sure her skirt sat on her hips right and her sweater didn't have any holes in it and her make-up was just right. She looked at herself in the mirror for another ten minutes, dwelling on whether or not she was too dressed up.

She felt a clenching sort of feeling in her chest and recognized the familiar beginnings of a panic attack, so she went back into her room and put her iPod on and grabbed Pride and Prejudice. It was her favorite feel-good romance, and she'd been set on finding her own Mr. Darcy since she was a little girl.

She glanced at the time on her iPod and realized that she didn't need to be at Jared's for an hour. She decided that she would read until she finished the book, if she was late or not. And that is exactly what she did.

Unfortunately for Massy, she was already about 2/3 through with rereading the book and she finished only five minutes late. Massy got up anyway and headed to Jared's room, Five minutes was late enough. Or something.

When she got there, Tony and Jane were already there. She watched Jane hug Tony from behind and wished she could be more outgoing like Jane. She tried to put it out of her mind and smiled brightly. "Hey, Tony. Hey, Jane," she greeted lamely. She wondered why she couldn't be more interesting or something.

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[NATHANIAL O'CALLAGHAN]

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Despite his ability to freaking teleport, it seemed Nate was the last one to arrive. Well... that happens. He had decided to walk, after all. And walking meant that he'd had time to take a cigarette... or two. Anyway, he wasn't terribly late or anything, although he did make his presence known by saying, "sorry I'm late!", in a tone that suggested that he wasn't sorry. Or late. Take your pick.

A quick look around later and he could establish that no one had died from food-poisoning. Yet. The evening was still young... but hopefully it would stay death-free. And poison-free. And lots of other bad things-free. Really. Because it was Friday, the start of the bloody weekend, and so not the time to get sick/dead/whatever.

Closing the door behind him, Nate turned to the person who stood closest to him, which was none other than Maslynn. He grinned at her, and put an arm easily around her shoulders. "You looked a bit lonely, there", was his excuse-of-sorts. Really, he just felt like hugging her. He often did, for some reason. She was so... adorable is probably the right word. Like a kitten. Except cats were evil, so perhaps a puppy instead. Yes, an adorable little puppy.

"I'm starving", he couldn't help but announce. He almost expected his stomach to growl, and prove his point, but alas, it remained silent. And his hunger grew. "I was told there would be food here."

Mh, he hadn't eaten for... many hours. So if food wasn't served soon, it was more than likely that he'd just... poof. Pop out.

[[ooc: blergh.]]

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[JARED LIAM ROBINSON]

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He heard a few squeals and the announcement of starvation from the bathroom. What, a guy couldn't use his own bathroom? Jared felt a little panicked, as he wasn't there to greet them as soon as they had gotten in. Quickly, he shoved his pants back on, washed his hands diligently and whipped the bathroom door open. His hands wiped the water on his jeans as he saw everyone in his dorm. Sure, it was a little cramped, but this would be fun.

Jared came out with a face tilted to one side as if to say, "Are you guys for real?" and with his right hand, he pointed at the different couplings. Tony and Jane seem to be in some kind of weird embrace and Nate had his arm around the shoulders of Massy. "Not sure what's going on here..." his voice trailed off as he eye-balled them. Had he missed something? Probably not, Jared liked to think of himself as the center of his social group, although that certainly was not the case.

"But anyway..." he rolled his eyes and focused his attention on the dinner table, which was simple, light-coloured and wooden table from Ikea. On top of it, were the sodas, the paper plates, utensils and napkins that he had laid out earlier. "You guys can take a seat and grab yourselves plates and whatever. I'm just going to put the spaghetti sauce 'n noodles in a bowl." he explained as he gestured the table. Jared then went and drained the noodles, put them in a large bowl and slapped it unto the table. Jared went back again to get the sauce, which he also put in a large bowl.

Once the spaghetti was on the table, family style, he took his seat and announced "Bon appetite!" with great enthusiasm, "Don't fill up on too much spaghetti," he added, as they helped themselves to the noodles and sauce, "I have a cake." Jared glanced back to see his cake, unfrosted on the stove.

As he watched his friends grab heaps of noodles and sauce and dump them on their plates, he couldn't help but smile and wait for their reaction. In the meantime, he would just help himself to some soda.

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

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Tony didn't have very much time to respond to Jane's voice before she had encased him in a strangling hug. He laughed and managed to turn around so he could return it. "You're sure strong for such a tiny girl," he teased. Jane wasn't even all that petite. Now, Massy, that was small. But Jane was pretty average-sized. She was still, Tony thought, pretty strong for her size. Maybe it was all the dancing. That had to make you pretty fit. Both Jane and Massy could probably outdo some of the best athletes if they wanted to. One would have to work pretty hard to do all that leaping and spinning and tip-toeing.

The younger girl in question showed up not long after. Tony smiled good-naturedly. He barely got out his, "Hi, Massy!" before he needed to add an, "And Nate." They were some of the last to arrive, though Tony had been sure they would have been the first, what with Massy's always being prompt and Nate's ability to teleport. He wondered if Massy had been doing homework and lost track of time or something. She looked sort of nervous, whereas everyone else in the group seemed perfectly at ease. Maybe it was because she was so young. Or maybe it was just in her nature. Whatever it was, he hoped that she could get more comfortable soon.

It wasn't long before his thoughts were interrupted when Jared entered the room, looking a bit confused and then inviting them to sit down and grab a plate. Tony just managed to pry himself away from Jane and do just that. He was starving. Well, Tony's always starving, really. But today particularly. He'd forgotten to bring a dollar for his daily after-class snack and there hadn't been anything in his and Nate's room to eat. It was bugging him to no end and he seriously needed some nutrition.

"What'd you make?" he asked, unable to tell from the scent, what food Jared had cooked. Maybe spaghetti. Or tomato soup. Or chili. Something along those lines.

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[JANE JAY PAYNE]

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Jane laughed along with Tony. He had called her a 'tiny girl'. Jane was sort of skinny, but she wasnt anorexic skinny. She did wish she had a bit more curves, but hey that was a hwole different conversation. Sometimes she felt like she had the body of a 14 year old girl. Even though, some of these fourteen year olds were more curvy now-a-days. Must have been the hormones in the foods they ate and whatever. Speaking of food Jane was starving! She had high expectations of whatever food Jared had cooked up for tonight. He sure did know how to advertise his cooking pretty well, so she was excited. She turned and looked over at Massy and smiled. Massy was loads of adorable. "Hey Massy." she said returning the greeting, then just seconds after Nate had walked in. She smiled softly for a second and he had walked up to Massy. She just looked away He didnt even acknowledge me.. she thought.

Jane over thought a LOT. She over-analyzed things. When Jared walked in she smiled, removing her arm away from Tony. It was nice seeing him. She had grown fond of him, although so many people had so many bad things to say about him. Jane just thought he was confident, and there was nothing wrong with confidence. She followd Jared as they were lead to the table. He told them they could take a seat so she went on and did that. "Speghetti, huh?" she raised a brow sitting back in her chair, she watched as Jared set up the table, she laughed a little. She took the initiative to get herself a plate and fix her own plate. For a second she thought Jared was going to do that, but hey- the chef didnt cook AND serve. She put her plate together and contemplated on waiting for everyone else to get theirs. She didnt want to be the first one to start eating..that wasnt classy. "i'll just..wait for everyone else." she said. Was it weird that she wanted to stuff her mouth right now, but didnt want Nate to see it? She'd just wait...yeah, she'd wait. The food did smell good. She smiled at the thought of cake like Jared had said.

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[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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Massy found that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her anxiety to take over when Nate arrived, and the moods of everyone else began to rub off on her. She felt a little more at ease, and a bit silly for worrying quite so much.

She grinned at Nate. "Fashionably late, though," she commented. When he hugged her, it just felt familiar, whereas from most anyone else, it probably would have set her nerves an edge. Massy still wasn't used to most of the people here, and social interactions always meant that there was room for awkwardness and embarrassment, and it was a constant plague on poor Massy's anxiety. But she had long ago gotten used to Nate doing things like that, so it wasn't a problem.

She didn't respond to his pointing out that she looked lonely, she just watched everyone else until it was apparently time to eat. Massy suddenly became nervous again when she realized that the spaghetti might have meat sauce, and not just tomato sauce. Massy is a strict vegetarian, and she would probably just get sick if it was. She decided it'd be better not to ask; it couldn't be that hard to tell tomato sauce from meat sauce, right? And Jared knew she didn't eat meat, didn't he?

She tried to push away nightmarish images of accidentally consuming the cooked flesh of a dead animal and fixed herself a plate. She did not, however, start eating, because she was still unsure of whether or not it was safe. Maybe she could just talk a lot and pretend to be eating, but really just move her food around a lot and wait for the cake. But no, that would never do; Massy was not very talkative at all. And anyway, she really was starving. Lord, how thing became complicated.

So she tried to push it out of her mind and act normal. One day she would grow some balls be more comfortable around people and things wouldn't be this difficult for her.

At least, she hoped that that would be the case.

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