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Enchanted Aquatica---the Prom [WIDE OPEN Y'ALL]
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.
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.
Re: ARRIVALS
Traditionally, something like this would have taken weeks and a hierarchy of people to ask and prepare, even if it was just for a single night. Yet Victoria already understands that this is not like her old life - and she's already gotten a taste of it with the Doctor and Jamie, as short as her stay with them was and how they are both now.
In a way, this is also a final confirmation of a farewell to her old life and a welcome to the new. There was no going back now, she's on the ship, and it is the opportunity for socialization, to meet people and mingle with friends. With a deep breath, she enters the sensorium along with another of the guests, using them as guides to know where to go.
The music is loud, and strange, but not unpleasant. She gasps at the backdrop, the decorations and even the smells. For being illusions, it feels very real in her mind. It's beautiful, haunting and hypnotic.
Victoria watches the person in front of her as his outfit is replaced, in a way not unlike witchcraft, into something more fitting for tonight's theme. She recalls when shown how it worked, but had not seen it done before. Just a bit of concentration, correct? She closes her eyes and tries to think of the an evening ballgown dress, hoping that she doesn't accidentally end up in just a pair of knickers in front of everyone.Thankfully, when she opens them again, the result is more than satisfactory (http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li45y15XbO1qb7sm0.jpg).
Oh! This was so much more easy than she first thought it would be. No need to have someone in the back of you tugging at the corset as if their lives depended on it, and she feels like she can breath in quite normally - a near-miracle in itself.
With a twist of her feet, Victoria tests out her new shoes and the evening gown. It feels like real silk. This dress would be worth a small fortune! She could never imagine wearing one in her life, and almost feels like royalty.
Now it is just a question of finding the person who was waiting for her. She spots Jamie after a few more minutes of searching his dres---er his kilt standing out amongst all the sea-themed costumes and most males dressed up in black shirt and pants. With a strange beat in her heart as it dawns up on her what she is doing, she slowly makes her way to him, giving a small, polite bow and a grin.
"Good evening, Jamie." Or at least she assumes it is evening, the place certainly made it seem so. Her fancy dress trails behind her, as she adjusts the necklace on her neck and the matching silk flower in her hair, again marveling at how nothing of this requires hours upon hours of preparation. "I do hope I haven't made you wait too long."
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But then she's there in front of him, giving that small proper bow and looking as beautiful as he's ever seen her. It's not until he feels the ache in his chest that he realizes he's actually forgotten to breathe for a few seconds.
"No, not at all," he manages to get out, once he's remembered to do so again. "I...ah, I got ye a wee flower."
He opens the lid of the box, revealing a wristlet made of delicate spray roses, small enough to not look overwhelming when she wears it. It looks as though it will work with the dress, too, he thinks, and he hopes that she doesn't mind it much. Carefully, he takes out the corsage so as not to bruise the flowers, and offers it out to her.
"You're supposed to put it on your wrist. Or, er, I'm supposed to, I think. Would ye...would ye like me to?"