Enchanted Aquatica---the Prom [WIDE OPEN Y'ALL]

[starbolts]

The day had finally arrived for her big event, and Starfire couldn't be happier---or more nervous, actually. She was certainly not an expert on the inner workings of a prom, but it couldn't be too terribly complicated, right? As long as the people could eat, dance, and talk, it should be a reasonable success.

With that in mind, her decorations sprung from her mind into the large dome all around her, transforming a grey Sensorium into a beautiful underwater world, one with clear waters and free from the possibility of a shark attack.

The first change was the scent of the air, shifting into the comforting salty scent of the seas. Then the ground beneath her feet became a hardened sandstone, maintaining the gritty texture while remaining easy to walk upon---except for the smooth dance floor, of course. The grey dome transformed into a flowing bluish-green, rippling all around with fish of all colors passing in the background. Some of the 'sky' faded into a violet tone over the dance floor, lit by glowing circular lights in every color. Suspended in midair, they almost looked like motionless fireflies, though they sometimes swayed in tune with songs.

Tables arose from coral in all colors, rising from the ground and twisting to provide a flattened surface on the very top---rounded ones for guests, and long tables off to the side containing shell-bowls of food. Chairs were large floating clam shells with well cushioned interiors, some large enough to hold two people. More comfortable spongy places to sit were also littered across the area, notably by the large shell-shaped enclosure that was the promised swimming pool. It too was lit by the floating lights, providing what she hoped was a romantic atmosphere.

Finally, the glowing stage above the dance floor couldn't help but attract attention with its chairs. Six royal thrones and one plush chair of all colors directly in the middle rested in the back of the stage, leaving the front open for announcements. Just off to the side of the stage stood the DJ's table, with even that machine painted to match the soft underwater glow of the scenery.

Everything finally seemed pleasing to Starfire. With one last change, dressing herself in the formal attire of the prom, she sent out the signal to everyone and waited. She hoped they would have a wonderful time.

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TABLES

[starbolts]

Want to sit for a chat? Eat? Dance on a table? Cuddle up in a clam shell? Well this is where we'll find you!

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard selects a table off to the side, with a good vantage point to watch who's dancing with whom and easy access to the food. Parties really aren't his sort of thing, but he figures it's best to be seen after everything that happened on Galilee, and he did nominate Zouichi, after all.

At the very least it should give him a chance to make fun of some people's outfits.

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[needs-release.livejournal.com]

Sam was kind of checking out the place (and some of his female shipmates in their formalwear), making sure no one was getting into trouble. But what he found was Howard sitting off by himself. "Hey," he started. "Did you get stood up?"

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Nah. Decided to go stag." Besides, given his total lack of interest in dating, asking someone to go with him would be almost disingenuous. Not that lack of honesty usually bothers him, but in this area it makes him uncomfortable. He doesn't even know how to pretend to be romantic. "You? Waiting for your wife to pop?"

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[needs-release.livejournal.com]

"Don't make me have to take you under my wing, Howard. Let me put it this way: I even had a girlfriend's mom ask me to take her to prom." God, he sounded old, he thought to himself. "And am I ever. She's never even gone to normal school, let alone to prom, so this would be really special for her." He tried to keep the memory a bit lighthearted, but he couldn't help but go back to dancing lessons he gave her before their wedding.

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

You know where Zouichi was looking for Howard? A table off to the side, with a good vantage point to crowd-watch.

"I was wondering when you'd show up."

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Dude, where've you been? I've been sitting around waiting for you for like, a whole ten seconds!"

He raises an eyebrow at the coat, though. "What, no Nuon hat?"

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't have matched the costume," Zouichi said. "What, you didn't dress up? I thought it was required."

Alan, from his perch aboard Zouichi's shoulder, is giving Howard a look. It's a look that says I'm watching you.

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[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei stopped by the table, and the long trailing strands of her dress swept around her legs and along the edges of the table in a rather disturbingly lively fashion.

"Already tired from dancing?"

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I don't dance," he says, before looking up at Anwei. "Holy shit, did you make a hula skirt out of glowsticks or something?"

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[badluckbabe.livejournal.com]

Jinx lounged casually at a table watching the pageantry unfold before her. She had only ever been to a couple dances at HIVE academy so she knew how things played out. Though it was a little harder to guess with this crew who was going to spike the punch if anyone. Would anyone get laid tonight? Again hard to tell.

Never the less it wasn't a terrible scene to watch. But if something didn't happen soon she'd probably leave.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae walked around for a bit before settling down nearby the tables. It seemed most of everyone was still around mingling, so it gave her some time to relax while the others talked about their adventures and such. To be honest, she was still terribly afraid of crowds, she had just found ways to bear it for the sake of her friends.

She noticed a girl she hadn't seen before and gave her a timid smile and a wave, figuring she must have been from the recent podpop.

[badluckbabe.livejournal.com]

Jinx tilted her head in greeting scanning the girl from head to toe. She had curves and the muscles of a warrior woman, but the face and eyes of a softie.

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[whining-unicorn.livejournal.com]

"Hey there! I've not seen you for a while. How are you doing?" Rarity exclaimed as she cantered up to the pink haired girl excitedly.

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[badluckbabe.livejournal.com]

Jinx couldn't help but smile, "Well good evening~ I'm sorry I've been so busy exploring I haven't stopped by to see you yet." She sipped her drink again and set it aside. "But you've been pretty busy yourself haven't you?" She had been monitoring the comms closely since she found out how useful they were.

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[piggyback-ride.livejournal.com]

This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

Why did she bother showing up, again? Oh, yes. To satisfy some silly idea that she needed to get out and try to get some sort of social involvement going. Never mind that most of the people here were less than twenty-something teenagers who probably would have been doing something like this, had their planet not exploded (imploded? Dissolved? Disintegrated? She wasn't exactly sure).

Even if the food was something extraordinarily amazing, she still needed to piggyback on one of the snacker's sensorium to taste the (presumably) fantastic food. So really, all she was getting for her effort was a brobdingnagian-sized migraine.

It was pretty obvious, too. Her eyebrows were furrowed, cheeks flushed and she couldn't, for the life of her, keep herself from fidgeting every few seconds. She swiped a napkin over her face to remove the beads of sweat that had decided to make her life even harder.

At least she could say she tried.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

"Nervous?" The voice behind her asked with a hint of pleasure in it. Azula had been watching her from across the room preferring to keep to the fringes of the party herself. The crowd wasn't doing well for her either but she was more then pleased to use her little mental tricks to keep her cool.

She herself was clad in a traditional dress robe from the fire nation, savoring the feel of fine silk against her skin.

[piggyback-ride.livejournal.com]

A familiar voice? Even if it wasn't who she'd been expecting, it was excellent news! It gave her something to focus on.

She dropped her hands to her lap and turned to face the fire princess. "Oh, I wouldn't say nervous (per se). It's more that I'm currently attempting to function like a normal person with the cacophonous roar of a New York, New Years celebration jammed into the (teeny, tiny) space that makes up my cognisphere."

Mindf**k tried to smile, but even that came off as strained. "This type of ah, 'shindig' isn't somewhere I expected to see you, of all people."

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

Soon enough however, the migraine began to feel less and less apparent, to the point were it eventually dimmed down to hardly even noticeable. This could only mean one of two things. MF had finally snapped and her brain collapsed, or a very familiar person was nearby and up to his antics.

True enough, she felt a pat on her shoulder as said familiar face showed up and around her to face her. "Now here's a face I wasn't expectin' ta see on this shindig. Tho, really, ya shouldn' stress yourself like that. Ya coulda called me so I could help ya sum."

He smiled, "Regardless, it's nice seein' ya." He had brought over two of the drinks and offered her one. Already aware that he had given her permission to jump his taste buds whenever she wanted.

[piggyback-ride.livejournal.com]

She offered up a smile that both looked sincere and very queasy. "Oh, well I appreciate your help (thank you! thank you!). I didn't even know I was going to show up here, either but you know how dumb ideas work. Once you get to a certain point, there's no way you can return until you've tested just how completely idiotic that initial thought was."

Mindf**k motioned to herself with a hand. "This is the (horrible, terrible) product of such thoughts."

[seesbosscrotch.livejournal.com]

Amongst all that cognitive chaos, one bright and familiar mind came closer.

"If there's any help to be had by hiding out up here," Maridian said, tapping his head with his knuckles gently, "you can go for it, you know!"

He hadn't gone very thematic in his dress, just formal. For the first time since he'd gotten it back, the paladin was out of his armor in public. Instead, he wore magnificent crimson-and-gold robes, tight around the torso to show off the musculature his armor normally covered, then loose and flowing around the legs and arms. Though he didn't advertise the fact that he was of noble birth as a general rule, the outfit betrayed it.

[piggyback-ride.livejournal.com]

She wiped her brow with the folded napkin and turned to face the paladin. Sure, she looked like a neurotic wreck, but there was little she could do to change that at this moment in time.

"I might have to take that offer, Mr. Do-good," she thought, then followed it up with a weak smile.

Now that she had said her part, she took a moment to look him over in the low-lit room. Saying that he was 'dressed to the nines' would be a gross understatement; he'd certainly destroyed anyone's hope that they would be the best dressed at this shindig.

"My, my. Someone is wearing his Sunday's best. I'm not sure which version I prefer, though I'm the longer I look, the more I'm becoming partial to it (interestingly enough, that last, little tidbit would have usually been an unintended thought)."

She, herself was wearing a white, above-knee cocktail dress with a black belt wrapped around her waist.

/table of drunken adults

[indeliblepast]

Ah, prom. Sumeragi was more than familiar with the idea, though she had never actually been to one. She had been a gawky teenager, and being two years younger than the rest of her high school class had done nothing to help that, so she had spent the evening of her senior prom holed up in an arcade with a handful of friends who felt likewise.

Now that she was older - the whole thing stunk of naive idealism and the giddy happiness of youth, which a small, bitter part of her hated. That they could be so happy. But... that's what she fought for. For a place where people could be naive and idealistic and happy and all of those things. So she wouldn't begrudge them this.

And, well, she was never going to pass up a chance for a good time and a bit of drinking. She'd 'liberated' two bottles of wine - jugs, really - from the tavern, with a number of promises that she'd bring the jugs back. The glasses might have been figments of her imagination given form, but at least the booze was real. She had even dressed up - easy when you didn't actually have to go shopping, really. The dress's plunging neckline served to show off some of her best assets, and it flared off after the gathered waist, trailing down to floor length. Good for dancing in, should she decide to do so.

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[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren was looking extremely uncomfortable as he approached Sumeragi, eyeing her jugs okay no.

"Hello," he said simply.

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi remembered his face - a name wasn't resolving itself, which sometimes happened with people she met in bars, but she definitely remembered him. She gave the man a cheerful wave, and pointed at her glass.

"Wine?"