A Night in West Egg

[professorlionface]

WHO: EVERYBODY OF ALL AGES
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: The night of June 16th, all night!
WARNINGS: Who can really tell anymore? Probable language. Possible violence. Copious dancing.
SUMMARY: PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM
FORMAT: OPEN

The guests into an auditorium transformed. Through the magic of papier mache, the room has been decked out like a speakeasy, the refreshments laid out on a very makeshift bar that will not stock alcohol as long as they can prevent it. The whole room is cast with a cool blue light, and a jazz band's been hired to take the stage for an hour before leaving the rest of the evening to the DJ.

It was time to get this party started.

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DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
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[foreverbouncing]

Oooh.

[She turns back a moment later with two cream filled cupcakes. Because that much sugar in Charlie is such a good idea.]

So you bring a lady friend, copper?

[xuffasch]

Damian has been stalking the refreshments all night when he hasn't been with Nill. He's got his nose in the air and there is nothing about his expression that isn't judging everyone else. Including you, sorry Aradia.

[titaness]

_{( Donna will be hanging around for most of the night, but as it begins she has to give him a coy smile. )}

How're we doing, handsome?

[titaness]

_{( Donna's been on the dance floor for a good portion of the night, but when she spots Peter now she has to stop and clutch her side. It's good-natured laughter, however, and eventually she'll make her way over to him. )}

Why, Mr. Parker. I never knew you were so talented.

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[titaness]

_{( At some point during the night Donna will give Dick a break from dancing and head over to the refreshments. She's straightening her pearls and trying to balance a glass of punch, all while reaching down to adjust the strap of her heels. )}

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[xuffasch]

_{( Damian isn't much of a dancer. So whenever Nill is off doing something else, he'll be on the sidelines with his back against the wall. With his dark glasses and fedora, he's trying to be nondescript but actually rather conspicuous, for someone so small. )}

[glowsferatu]

I'd already told you they wouldn't operate well in tandem, but no, you had to be greedy.

And what exactly would I do with them if I did take them back? I've already made them, there's no unmaking them. You might as well keep them.

[ she mutters to herself how she wishes she'd made them pokier on the inside so that they'd be that much more uncomfortable ]

[inspirefear]

[ Alex wiggles said mustache rather confidently. ]

Dapper, huh?

[inspirefear]

[ If looks could kill, Kate would probably be dead right now. Instead, they can only instill fear, which is something he isn't planning on doing to a room full of people. ]

[incywincyhero]

Pfft, don't worry about that. You could always go with the Marlene Dietrich look. [Giving her a onceover, with an oh-so-arch raise of the eyebrow.] That you could pull off, too.

[He reclaims the fedora and sets it in his own lap, fiddling with the hatband.] Well, you're right that this is still pretty classy compared to some of our other dates. I know our first go at being all fancy-fancy ended badly, but if you want to try again -- I'd be up for that.

Just don't expect me to buy a new outfit every time, okay? I have a lot of mouths to feed, and they're all teenagers in that "bottomless pit" stage.

[incywincyhero]

[He looks around to make sure no one's listening, then leans in with a conspiratorial expression:] Well, it wasn't all my doing -- in fact, a lot of it wasn't -- but I kinda ended up with three girls thinking I was their date to prom. But then I missed it because I accidentally turned Sandman into Sand-Monster and had to fix it.

[batmantled]

I'm sure Saturday night can't get much better than a highschool prom with free punch.

[ yep he's loving it. and Donna gets a quick kiss on the forehead, just because. ]

Thanks for coming.

[bests]

I do like wearing suits... Maybe if there's not too much trouble on Halloween I'll come back to the idea.

[ with a small smile, she shifts and leans into peters side a little. ]

'Course not. I know better than that. And anyways, the urge to get all dressed up doesn't hit me that often, so you probably don't have much to worry about.

[bests]

So do you.

[ carol laughs and reaches down to pick up a water bottle that was resting by her foot. ]

That's why I've got this. It's prom, the punch being spiked is probably inevitable.

[incywincyhero]

Oh, really? [He doesn't waste any time sampling the goods.] Mmff -- oh, wow. [Mouth still slightly full:] "Compliments" is definitely the word of the day. I'll have to check this place out!

[Swallowing.] And thanks. I thought I'd play against type and dress up a little, just for once.

[incywincyhero]

[He bumps shoulders back.] Maybe I don't mind so much when there's someone to dress up with.

Or maybe it's just the fedora. [He sets it back on at a rakish angle, and grins.] Probably the fedora.

[bests]

You do make it look good.

[ she takes his grin as a sign that most of his embarrassment has passed and just a little hesitantly continues. ]

So what are the chances of me actually convincing you to dance with me while wearing the fedora sometime tonight?

[wind_dancer]

[This reaction was the reason Sofia wants to meet here. She loves seeing his reaction and it does feel great to see his eyes on her like this. It is the first time she is dressed up since he cam back to the City.

She spins for him so he can see the low dipping back.]

It was worth it to make your jaw drop.

[She leans in and brushes her lips over his his.]

You should close your mouth before some pours non spiked punch into it.

[symmachy]

[Scathach was right behind Hank. She had heard the commotion from across the gym, and had deftly dodged between students who were still dancing or gawking. Her arms were around the... winged boy just seconds after Hank grabbed up the girl. She was about the same height as him, but her arms locked around his middle and wing like a vice.]

I would also like an explanation.

[Her voice was calm, but the Irish lilt was very pronounced. Probably not a good sign.]

[professorlionface]

[He winces.] I've tried them before. I don't like sticking things in my eye.

This [Pointing to the monocle.] is the absolute limit.

[batmantled]

On a night like this? [ he'll offer her a friendly arm. ]

What happened to the boyfriend?

[cawky]

[When Dave is dragged down, he loses most of his advantage. He shoves violently at Vriska until Hank pulls her off and he's forced to release his tail's hold around her legs. He swipes blindly at her face, claws out, trying to grab some part of her to rip her out of Hank's grasp. He likely only succeeds in either smacking her or scratching her somewhere above the neckline.

When Scathach grabs him, he thrashes briefly until he realizes where her arms are and forces himself to bite his tongue to keep from outwardly displaying his pain.

When he speaks, however, its very strained -- your arm is on the huge bandaged and bleeding hole in his stomach, Scatty. This whole gym is going to be covered in gold by the time he leaves.]

Yeah, that's me. [He coughs when he tries to sit up and only ends up hurting himself more.] Easy on the goods, lady.

[unetrustworthy]

[She glances over at him with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smile.]

I could say the same of you, Damian.

Are you here with anyone?

[dupable]

[ And of course, what would a fight be if the catalyst that unintentionally started the whole mess wasn't there to see it? Nothing, that's what! John is standing a good several yards away, having stumbled onto the scene in time to see Vriska punch Davesprite in the face before the two of them got ripped away from each other.

And man, he sure doesn't look happy about this mess.

His shoulders slump slightly and he looks back and forth between Vriska and Davesprite, before taking a look at the people that broke them up. They seem to have it covered, and Davesprite will probably need someone to call an ambulance for him, what with how he's bleeding as heavily as he is.

Plus John doesn't really want to be in this room anymore right now. So he'll turn around and slip out, fumbling to grab his phone as he goes. ]

[professorlionface]

Here I have... [He picks a business card out of a little tray he'd left with the pies and hands it to Peter.] There, that's the address. Maybe you could treat Carol sometime. [He winks.]

You pull the look off successfully enough, maybe you should try it a little more often!