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

Comments

[culver]

[She gives a simple nod in response to his greeting. She isn't going to touch him to use her power if he doesn't make the first move. And his wandering eyes are safe, as she's too busy examining his white tux and giving another, approving nod at his attire. He cleaned up well.

And at the second statement... well, she shakes her head, smiling. She gestures to herself, and then points at Damian across the gym. He was probably brooding. She'd dragged him.]

open;

[borntobewildcat]

[It wasn't that Tom was really against having any fun or anything, and if Ggio had really wanted him to, he would have danced... Maybe. There just wasn't much for Tom to do here, since he was feeling pretty out of place about the whole thing anyway.

And since Ggio had wandered off with all those girls that still fawned over him, something Tom wasn't that interested in watching ever, he figured now was as good a time as ever to get out and calm down.]

What makes you think I'm going to get in trouble, kitten?

[He takes another drag off the cigarette, exhaling slowly and leaning back against the wall of the auditorium. He glances over at the arrancar, smiling slightly.]

Looks like you've been having fun.

[cawky]

Blackmail.

[Now whether he means he got blackmailed or he's looking to blackmail someone...]

[dupable]

[ John doesn't believe that for half a second. He might be a doofus niceguy gullible dumbass, but on occasion he is actually aware of the world around him. At least enough to tell when someone has been watching you for an entire dance.

He snorts at the question and shakes his head. ]

Nope. I think it is more your type anyways. You should go for it. I promise I won't stand in your way.

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya's been watching much the same direction, largely for the same reasons, so she recognizes the signs, even if she's unsuccessful at hiding her own display of them.

so she ends up leaning against the wall next to him, not realizing which dave she's talking to. ]

I would have expected you to find better ways to spend your time at such a function, Strider.

[webline]

[ a long.... pause........ ]

Seriously?

[cawky]

[He's a big fan of this suit, it has sentimental value. But if he notices her appraisal, he isn't saying.

He follows her gesture and squints behind his sunglasses a bit until he realizes who she's gesturing at. He hadn't met Damien yet, but judging by his demeanor, he could discern what she was saying, for the most part.]

Sick, dragging a dude against his will to a party like this.

[foreverbouncing]

[Charlie grinned at the younger girl and held out her drink.]

I suppose. Should you really be peddling your elicit booze here, though?

[cawky]

Nah, I'm totally kidding.

[How's your bullshit meter, Jess?]

[cawky]

[He finally glances down at John, smirking in his disgustingly subtle one-pixel fashion.]

Implying I'd have any competition from Wonderderp Twin Alpha in a battle of hookups.

[webline]

[ PRETTY GOOD

squints at ]

Yeah, well, good luck with whatever.

[professorlionface]

[Hank comes up, offering him a glass of punch.]

You look uncomfortable, Tom.

open;

[fabricates]

[Vriska is leaning against the wall, shoes abandoned beside her. She's only wearing the silver bracelet, having decided three bracelets was too much but she kept them anyway. She's being a wallflower for now, since John wandered off somewhere and this isn't really her kind of scene to begin with. She shifts, playing it off as just shifting her weight and not that she was actually uncomfortable. She's itching to pull off her jewelry and take her hair down. This all feels so unnatural. But at least right now she doesn't feel like she's being watched by a certain asshole.]

Ugh.

[inspirefear]

Convincing, yeah, with my blonde hair, I would definitely have a black mustache.

[wrong_sometimes]

[Cassie as a small flask in her purse that she pulls out, tipping a small amount of alcohol into Charlie's drink.]

If someone catches me, what's gonna happen? I don't go to school here.

[cawky]

[He doesn't look to the side, only remembering that this voice belongs to a troll. He's torn between actually engaging in conversation or shoving her off on someone else.]

No idea what you're talking about. I've got a pretty choice view.

[cawky]

You in a hurry?

[He finally turns to glance down at her crouched on the floor with his hands stuffed in his pockets, and congratulations, you have his full attention. Is that what you wanted?]

NOT HERE I GUESS??

[fabricates]

[So she isn't coming over but you better believe you are getting the nastiest glare right now from where she's leaning against the wall.]

[professorlionface]

[Hank comes up and slaps him on the back.]

Oh, don't look so glum, it's supposed to be a party!

Re: open;

[aliveandticking]

[ Aradia hadn't been planning on seeking Vriska out or anything, but when she ended up nearby, well, you have to strike first with Vriska. Even if that just means heading her off at the pass by starting a normal conversation ]

I was wondering who John was coming with. He wouldn't tell me!

open;

[dupable]

[ This would be the section of the log where a picture to what John is wearing is linked... Considering Kanaya was apparently making it for him, it's probably pretty classy! Probably classier than what John would pick for himself. So yes. John is in a suit of some sort or another and is also out here attempting to dance.

The keyword in that sentence is attempting. ]

[fabricates]

[Even if this isn't her thing, there's no way she's going to pass up a chance to give Karkat shit.]

Bitching to yourself, Vantas? Pathetic.

[foreverbouncing]

...point. and it`s not like you could ever compete with Jessica for bringing in the booze.

[She took a sip of the drink and considered it, then took another.]

You having fun? [Her smile turned teasing.] Didactic bring a date?

[professorlionface]

[Hank catches pace with her and gives her a nudge.]

Enjoying yourself yet?

[symmachy]

[She can't help but smile, teeth and all. But it's genuine. She's happy to have Hank back.]

Not yet. But I just got a little bit closer.