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- !location: sensoriums,
- !status: open,
- 779/splicer,
- allenby beardsley,
- anwei ayles,
- applejack,
- billy cranston,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- gandrayda,
- hank pym,
- hellcat,
- hit girl,
- howard bassem,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kali,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kaya,
- lash,
- mindf**k,
- negi springfield,
- nokosi,
- pinkie pie,
- punchy,
- rachel berenson,
- rarity,
- ronnae,
- ruffnut thorston,
- samuel henderson,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- satellizer el bridget,
- scarlet witch,
- shoutarou hidari,
- son of satan,
- soren,
- starfire,
- stature,
- sumeragi lee noriega,
- the vision ii
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: WE ARE THE FOUR RED RINGS OF DOOM
But as it turned out, even Hit Girl was full of surprises. Instead of gunpowder of cannon, the place seemed to be alight with bursts of firecrackers from out of nowhere: the way they fizzled and ascended higher and higher and even danced at one point, there was no doubt that this could only come from magic. One of the biggest erupted with a facsimile of the Overlord himself, in demon form, and then a finger doing a rude gesture in the air. That particular firework, however, seemed to explode , and what came down, strangely enough, was hail, small pellets of ice, enough not to hurt but to at least leave people stunned.
"This prom be the right property of the Zetta crew!" Hit Girl took off her hood and grabbed a rope, joining her "crew" on the deck.
Yeah, she was no good at being a pirate.
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The figures tossed aside its cloak dramatically. Said cloak immediately detonated in a powerful explosion for no adequately explained reason. Beneath it was, of course, Zetta, garbed in full pirate gear -- sword at his belt, hat at his head, and a Prinny on his shoulder looking extremely indignant about its assigned role as parrot.
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"Alan get off for a minute..." she took the parrot and placed it under her cloak with her, on the left shoulder. Usually he'd probably go for her afro but her hair was arranged differently today, she hoped he would just stay there.
As another round of fireworks exploded into the sky, she threw the cloak in the air in an overly dramatic fashion like the others, and then burned it off with a shot of her laser rifle, before placing the hands on her hips and looking at them from the mast triumphantly. For someone who only had a crash course on being a pirate, Lash was wearing a sort of hybrid between a prom outfit and an article she'd read in the media library about pirate Halloween costumes.
The result was, well, purple glittery princess pirate.
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"Quit goggling captain! We have people to terrify into subservience!"
Christ, was he always thinking about chasing tail?
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"Uh, right! CREW! PILLAGE THAT FOOD!"
In an undertone, he added to Lash, "Wear that later."
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In retrospect, she was wearing a short skirt, too caught up in the pirating to realize that it was pretty short. Looking a little bit out of it for a few seconds, she was brought back into reality with a tiny nod at Zetta and jumped off of the boat, the parrot still on her shoulder. Right.
"Where be t' queen and kin' o' this little ball. I'd like t' have a word with them...and their crowns!"
Her fake pirate accent was really terrible.
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"Huh...I thought Hiccup and Astrid woulda won for sure."
What were they doing now? She looked over her shoulder at the flirting and found herself mildly annoyed. It had taken the combined force of all three of them to drag her out to this party even if her arm was feeling better. And she hadn't come all this way for that.
Vanishing over the side of the boat Ruffnut appeared at the banquet table and rather then pillaging, she just began to sample everything offered. "Sweet, I figured there'd be more fish."
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She made a note in her mind to NOT be that sort of demon. That would just be weird
But she threw off her cloak as well: she had a pirate costume (http://www.flagshipfancydress.co.uk/ekmps/shops/flagshipenterp/images/pirate-lady-costume-ef2090--3704-p.jpg) of her own, a bit less showy and still bad ass enough to strike terror into the hearts of those going to this prom. She kept her mask on too, of course. And just to show she meant business, she fired off another strike of fireworks.
"Tuit suite landlubbers, we ain't got all day!"
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"You're sure you have time? You look somewhat occupied," he observed, untangling himself from his robe and jacket. Just in case he had to run.
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Lash looked to be having the time of her life, at any rate, as she swung a sword at him in a way that would in no way be harmful to his life.
"Yaar! T' crown or ya life, landlover!
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"Oh WOW! Live entertainment! This is so great!" She gasped from... behind the would-be party-crashers, on their ship. "I LOVE your costumes! How long did they take you? Oh! Are you hungry? There's lots of food! Help yourself! Where'd you get the penguins? I thought they only lived in the arctic! Is that a real sword? How sharp is it? Can you split a hair on it? I saw somepony do that once!"
All while she was bombarding the intruders with questions, she was zipping back and forth, tugging on their costumes and generally getting all up in their grill.
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Not really, but come on. People shouldn't be interrogating their asses when they were hijacking!
"NO questions from the peanut gallery!" Mindy roared. "We're pirating!"
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In any case, Hit girl lets out a wild yell and let's loose another jet of fireworks from her gun.
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Applejack is not happy about the threat to her friend, not at all. She tosses her apples with her teeth, one by one, and bucks them hard in the pirates' direction.
Look out, at the speed she kicks they can pack quite a punch.
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Applejack wasn't slow either, which made her job all the more harder. she moved at breakneck speed, slicing the apples with her butterfly knife, making sure that the time they reach them they'll be at least in parts.
"That was sweet!"
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Never the less, back to the banquet table. Those little weenies wrapped in dough were good.