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]

[Okay, she had finally tried dancing. And except for one minutely crushed wing, she had liked it well enough. But she had decided that maybe it was time for a break, at least for a few moments. So she headed towards the wall, and almost immediately spotted Karkat. Her wings and face perked up, and the blonde made her way to him, waving with a smile, smoothing her dress with her unoccupied hand.]

[crab]

[ god why is everyone wearing red!! he suspects a conspiracy. when he spots nill coming toward him, his scowl doesn't deepen, which in karkat's case is as good as a returning smile. ]

Are you here to tell me I was totally right and dancing is terrible and so are tuxedos.

[culver]

[Her mouth opens in a soundless laugh, and she shakes her head. No, she still thought it was great. But then she looks a little puzzled. She gestures to Karkat, and then to the dance floor. Had he gone out yet?]

[crab]

[ oh

didn't nill say she wanted to dance with him...

now considerably more awkward than before. ]

What are you getting at?

[culver]

[She did indeed. It's at this point that she reaches for his hand--not so she can user her power, but so she can trace "DANCE?" on his palm.]