PROM, PART 2

[technohippie]

Who: Everyone!
What: Mayfield Prom
Where: Rec Center
When: May 18 starting at 7:00PM
Warnings: ...Mayfield Prom.


The log will be split into two entries to keep the size manageable. In this thread is the Stage, Wallflowers and King & Queen ceremony!

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Because he can't stop himself from making a movie reference, the theme of this year's Prom is "Enchantment Under the Sea". (Don't get too freaked out, Marty McFly.) Equipment has been moved out, seating has been set near tables and walls, and a makeshift stage has been constructed to host the DJing equipment. Quinn has music up until 2010, so a large variety of music will get played. There's plenty of food and drinks - including spiked, and very-much-not-spiked punch (magically protected, thanks to Ilsa). In a corner is a small set up for people who wish to get their photos taken by Tsukasa.

The party is under way - have yourselves a good time, Mayfield!

Comments

[succorer]

I dance a lot at home. It's part of being in the spotlight where I'm from. [ He doesn't sound proud of this fact. Her style of dancing, naturally, is a bit different from what they do in District 12, but he keeps up. ]

[prissy_hooves]

Would you like something to eat? The snack table looks absolutely mouth-watering, and my friend Applejack makes the most delightful apple tarts! They're simply to die for!

[fatedmagica]

Huh? I... Of course! I'll take this secret to my grave, Yuna-san!

[drank_the_milk]

Okay.

[Yuna takes a deep breath to psyche herself up before pointing down at Rin Kagamine.]

You know Rin, right? I, uh... I kind of have a crush on her, and I tried to kiss her a little while ago. It... didn't really go so well.

[fatedmagica]

Yuna-san... [ Madoka looks down. She can only imagine how painful that would be. To help herself picture it, she even imagines Sayaka in that situation. The mental image is enough to get Madoka to lean in Yuna's direction and give her a hug. ] I'm sorry. I'm sorry that happened...

[drank_the_milk]

[Yuna just sits there for a moment before she hugs back, heaving a deep sigh and trying to stay cheery. It's not working as well as it usually does. She's smiling, but there's tears welling up at the sides of her eyes.]

I feel pretty stupid right now.

[lettertomyfutureself]

-Something about the way he said it curbed her curiosity to ask for details.- Well you're pretty good.

[madanomadamada]

Yeah, I guess so. But I don't know which of them. [ He can't exactly smell alcohol (unless there's a lot of it in it) like some seem to be able to do. ]

[watchthenails]

[ He chuckles. ] That might be the case, yes. And that is quite the move. Unless I remember wrong.

[thenewnancydrew]

It is quite a move. [ She sighs. ] I feel like we're just talking about me. Why don't we talk about you? Tell me about yourself.

[swordwaitress]

I suppose so.

It'd be a thing in the future though. But if I did, would you like to help me?

[promfromhell]

[Takes it.]

I guess.

[promfromhell]

That's alright.

[promfromhell]

Alright. I'll try one.

[drank_the_milk]

Yeah, definitely! I have a waitress outfit and everything!

[prissy_hooves]

All right, then. Follow me, darling.

[Rarity trots confidently over to the snack table, floating one of the tarts over to Carrie with her magic.]

There you are.

[succorer]

Thank you. [ Small smile. ] Compliments will get you far.

[lettertomyfutureself]

And lucky for you, I'm a pretty good dancer. I'll lead.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Hey, it's no big deal. You look like you could use a genuine compliment from time to time.

[queen_of_swords]

Why don't you show me with someone else?

[queen_of_swords]

[She scoffs.]

Don't try to flatter me, Mustang. Just go along and bug someone else. Maybe your loyal lieutenant.

[canhasfuhrer]

Suit yourself, then.

[He gives an exaggerated bow]

Have an absolutely wonderful evening, miss.

[queen_of_swords]

[She just rolls her eyes.]

[adventurerextraordinaire]

[Cade scans about, but frowns. Most of the women (and men) he'd befriended here were not warriors. Not that Cade didn't try to make friends with the fighter-types, but it seemed they almost always had too little patience to put up with the fop.]

"The dance requires sharp reflexes, nimbleness, dexterity, and the ability to sync ones movements in harmony with their partner. Otherwise we'll just end up tripping over each other or worse.

Do you know if anyone here can manage that?"

[promfromhell]

[She'll follow her over and take the floating tart. It's strange, but talking pony. Mommma would think everything here was so sinful.]

.....thank you.