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.

quick-links!
DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

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[webline]

I'll tell him I'm leaving in a bit then. I don't want to be that person who stands him up.

... Or whatever.

[webline]

[ woops catching the napkin ball and flicking it back at him ]

Empathy senses, Peter?

[hellionated]

[ He snerks and rolls his eyes. She might not see that, though, since he's also leaning in and putting his head part of the way against her cheek. ]

Wear the crown like I was born to it. And then throw it away cause it's stupid.

You'd make a good queen, though. Do you want to win?

[hellionated]

Do you all talk like that? Seriously. Because Kanaya comes out with that bullshit too, and I thought no one was beating her out on the whole loves her own voice thing until I met you. God, I don't even understand half of what you just said. It's called English, man, use it.

[hellionated]

Harsh.

[crab]

Yes we all talk like that you specieist fucktard, we're aliens. Try to have some cultural sensitivity.

[ at the barb about english, he sneers even more and- ]

[batmantled]

Well, who am I to turn down an offer like that? [ He'll follow and then reach for her hand again. A small, casual gesture. ]

Dinner first, though.

[batmantled]

[ She knows. Somehow, inexplicably she's telling the truth. Or repeating something Jason said.

Really, he should've been more prepared for this. ]

I've lived in Gotham long enough now to tell you we'd know if it was somebody else wearing the mask.

[symmachy]

[One she accepts.]

Then it's a date.

[hellionated]

[ lmao what. ]

Is that creepy alien code for, 'leave me alone before I cry again', cause I gotta tell you, it's getting old now.

[professorlionface]

[He follows her eyeline and frowns.] Oh, stars and garters... Shame, I was looking forward to that story, too.

[And, with that, he's off!]

[radiantly]

Just doing my job.

[sweetvalleygirl]

And I've watched enough TV to know that the people of Gotham are stupid as hell.

[symmachy]

Another day. [And she goes to follow.]

[fabricates]

[John, stop. What is that even. Ok YOU KNOW WHAT. If he can make up his own dances, so can Vriska!! If she just looks at this as a challenge, there's no way she can lose or be embarrassed by the result. Yeah!

When she's actually trying to make up her own dance, she's really no better than John is with flailing limbs and looking like a total dope. But she reasons that John probably looks sillier and that helps her not be mortified.]

I think I've got the hang of it!

[glowsferatu]

Because that's the wrong question. It isn't regarding how you might benefit from the fulfillment of that duty, but what you might suffer if you neglected it.

Don't think to presume my lack of knowledge regarding the matter of obligation, Vriska. That's precisely what regard you had for her. Or did you think I wasn't listening on every occasion you expressed such a sentiment? We aren't all as self-involved as you.

[incywincyhero]

[Pff, like he's not going to flick it right back.]

No, my bullhockey sense is tingling.

[batmantled]

I'm sure it isn't exactly how they show it on TV.

[ ....he hopes, anyway ]

I'm talking about real life, Jessica. He's an icon. Not somebody any old person could imitate.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Not any old person.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Look, it's a logical leap I'm making. If someone else had to be Batman while Batman was gone, of course it's gonna be Robin. Tell me I'm wrong.

[solidorkable]

(oh! he follows along, bowing nice and low for her before escorting her to the dance floor.)

Madam, if you would please. (thankfully, Larsa is confident enough to break out into a waltz dance position in a sea of teenagers.)

[batmantled]

[ Oh god how much does she know? ]

...Okay, maybe you have a little bit of a point there. Or you would if Robin could stand in the boots without falling inside.

[ oops was that too much ]

Come on, you've seen that kid. I mean the real one, that's here already.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Dick.

[She gives him a look of disbelief. One that says 'how stupid do you think I am?' Her voice gets very low and she leans in closer to him.]

The Robin on TV isn't him. It's you.

[batmantled]

[ He's been in the field long enough to know when he's been beaten. He lets out a small sigh, and then rubs a hand along the back of his neck. ]

When did you find out?

[fabricates]

So you think I willingly wanted to piss everyone I knew off to feed my lusus? For what? Shits and giggles?

What would you have had me done, Kanaya? Let myself get eaten? Ignore the lusus that took care of me before I had to take over caring for her? Yeah, sure, let me get right on neglecting the duties that society set for me just because you said so. Do you even hear what you're saying?

[glowsferatu]

I think I may be the only one, as the extrapolations you've decided on have little to do with anything I just now stated!

I never implied that you should have avoided feeding her altogether, I only called into question the manner in which you presented your motivations of doing so.