trans_9 | [Second Life] Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree (takes place a day after the Pageant)

This was Alison Truesdale's shot at popularity glory. She had invited, like, the entire school to her parent's giant house while they were away in Aspen for Christmas, leaving the entire house to her. (She'd purposefully wanted to stay home to throw a party, because they'd left all her presents and stuff, right? And beyond that, it's not like she wanted to hang out with her parents over the holidays. Booo-ring).

Okay, so maybe she hadn't invited the entire school, but most of the people in the junior and senior class and the invite was in turn, open to anyone they knew. She'd even discreetly made it seem like the nerdier kids could come, too, but, like, that was sort of a joke, you know, that they'd show up and think they were welcome, and then everyone else could pretend to like them and have a good laugh about it.

There was tons of food, good music, she'd even managed to get a ton of liquor and a keg thanks to her friend Ashley's older brother, and everything was just...perfect.

This was going to be, like, the party of the year, omg. Even the nerds there nerding it up could be part of the fun, especially since all the popular kids were totally in on the joke, and it seemed like none of them were.

[ooc: This is sheerly for teen mingling, though I am going to tag into various conversations with the weird reality bendy hallucinations and all, so get to tagging so I can!]

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Corinne, due to her recent fall from grace, had been assigned 'befriend the nerds' duty. Such a lowly task was only for losers and down-on-their-cool kids who were well on their way to becoming losers. In this role, she was to graciously thank every person entering the door for coming and give them their favor, a small wreath decorated with brightly colored beads.

As she watched each person enter and presented them with their gift, the last night still weighing on her mind, she had to briefly wonder: was everyone really so different?

Nonsense, said the shining glittering Popular World around her. But she'd see where her job (and if she was lucky, her heart) took her.

"Hello, and merry Christmas. I hope you have a wonderful year!"

"Yeesh. Stuck with greeter duty huh? Rough." There were benefits to being completely outside the ebb and flow of the student body. Sure, it sucked that he had to worry about what would happen to anyone who befriended him, but it did allow him to pick up on patterns in how the various groups in the school reacted to each other.

What should she do...oh, deny it! Of course.

"It is my pleasure to welcome everyone to our holiday party," she lied through her teeth, offering the wreath with a smile. In another world, that smile would have been genuine. "This isn't a trouble at all."

"For someone who joined a clique that's built on lying and backstabbery, you're surprisingly bad at both. Full and completely meant compliments on that." Peter said, without his general tone of sarcasm.

That stung, but not as much as it might have. Something felt odd about tonight.

"I see that my lack of talent extends to all areas." She sounded...almost sad, as if trying to decide what to do with herself.

For a moment, the scenery around them suddenly turns a greyish color, and the only things are in color are the vague shapes around them. It's as if they're still standing there inside the mansion and also somewhere else at the same time, a cavernous room full of blurred people.

One of them is a little less vague, a boy standing near them--no wait, not standing, floating a few feet off the ground, the Superman symbol on his chest.

"I don't get it, Stace, if this mission is such a big deal, and this being is so powerful, how come only a few people are being chosen for the mission? Shouldn't you be sending in a bigger group in case something goes wrong? Or at least a few more heavy-hitters?"

A voice in their heads.

||The being cannot be overpowered, and must be reasoned with. Mission personnel has been chosen according to specific social parameters. Ship personnel may only stay on Obs deck for the duration of the briefing if they do not interfere. Arguing during briefings has been a recurring problems with you, Superboy--please cease interrupting or you will be removed.||

This happened during the briefing, before the mission. He'd been floating near Starfire and Spider-Man when he spoke up.

A woman is there too, dressed in red- complete with a headpiece and cloak.

"Kon is right. Even if he can't be overpowered, I don't like the idea of sending people in without enough backup. Besides, I don't think some of the people you've selected fit for this mission." She folded her arms over her chest. "Surely there must be something we can do?"

The vision fades, and they're alone again. The color that seeped out of the house around them seeps back in.

Peter had opened his mouth to respond right before the hallucinaion struuck, It was still open when it faded.

"...please tell me you saw that."

The moment it happened, Corinne clung for the familiar---yes, that meant an undignified grip on Peter's arm.

"I did." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And I have not sampled the alcohol. Why did we see that?"

Something prickled in the back of her mind, almost as if a tiny voice was roaring against its bonds. It was wrong, very wrong, but she didn't know quite how to set it right.

[Second Life] Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree (takes place a day after the Pageant)

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