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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.
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A confident brow raised ever-so-slightly along with a smirk to match. "Besides that, how impressed are you going to be if I manage to faithfully pull off a dance I've never seen?"
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She began shuffling through his memories that had any mention of ballroom dancing, though she ignored the events that occurred in irrelevant memories. He needed some privacy, at least.
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With a smile and a nod, she looked up to Maridian to signal that yep, she was ready to show what would most likely be the equivalent of a toddler's grace at ballet.
Well, maybe not that bad; things always were easier to gloss over when it seemed like it was intentionally terrible or pathetically horrible. If it was either, at least they could laugh about it later.
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Even if it was a disaster, they could laugh about it. (He liked that about her.)
He took her hand in his, placed the other on her waist, and with a smile took the lead in the dance.
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"I haven't had to do something like this since high school. Generally, bad karaoke is my thing (never mind that I can't actually sing aloud)."
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"I hope it's worth the effort," he said in quiet amusement -- there was something about dancing that didn't lend itself to a full voice. "You'll have to explain both those terms to me though."
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"High School is just what it sounds like--a school. It consiss of four grade levels for adolescents and young adults of the ages 13-18 (usually) and tends to be the most traumatic (or amazing) experience of a teenager's life." Her own time in high school wasn't that bad, if you removed the whole 'eyes and tongue being gouged out' bit.
"Karaoke is a form of entertainment of Japanese (an ethnicity of people) origin where people take turns singing the verses to well-known songs over the originals, where the lyrics have been electronically removed. It's...very popular, especially if you enjoy making an ass out of yourself for everyone's benefit!"
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"The singing one sounds fun," he said.
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Speaking about it brought up memories of the last time she'd engaged in it. That Christmas party WAS terribly embarrassing and hilarious when she was finally able to recall it the next day.
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At least he hasn't gotten fancy with the ballroom moves yet. Nor does he plan to!
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It's a good thing he's keeping his moves simple. He'd keep it that way if he enjoys the use of his feet!
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That... gives him an idea! "Hey, could you, for example, go into one person's head, and from there go out into other people's? That way all the thoughts would be absorbed by the person whose head you're in, and spare you the pain?"
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His second question surprised her; even moreso because she wished her powers worked in that manner.
"Unfortunately, (very unfortunately) no. Since one person's mind isn't linked to another's and my own mind stays firmly planted to well, itself, I don't get the benefit of 'losing myself' (so to speak) when I'm in the head of another. Perhaps if I wasn't in control of my own self while 'puppeting' another, but that simply isn't the case."
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He knew he was reaching, but he wanted to help if there was any way he could.
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She was pretty sure he had no idea what she meant, and that was probably for the best.
"But you're right! I'd be interested in knowing just what someone like you considers a 'good memory worth keeping'."
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He so wants her to blush.
More seriously, he continued, "Hard-won victories, and those quiet moments stolen in the midst of everything. Those are what I like most."
Actually, that WAS an oddly-serious answer from him.
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"Oh my, someone's trying to be a Cassanova (or a Don Juan, you shameless flirt)? And yes, just a (tiny) bit strange to jump into memories I remember quite clearly!"
Still, she smiled, even if it was half-filled with amusement at his words. "I do admire your answer, though. I'm quite the (unspoken) fan of 'hard work' (admittedly, there's not much more to do in space!). So I imagine sitting on the sidelines during one of those victories would be akin to watching a period piece. With magic. Interesting."
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