Enchantment Under the Sea

[applesaucemod]

Tonight, the dreamers of Manhattan will find themselves transported to what is unmistakably a high school gymnasium. Granted, it's lavishly decorated in blues, greens, and violets. There are jellyfish made of tissue paper and streamers, painted cardboard fish are dangling from ceiling, and an abundance of transparent balloons serve as substitute bubbles. Tables and chairs are clustered around the periphery for those who'd like to sit, but the majority of the floor is open for dancing. Along one wall, folding tables hold snacks and bowls of punch. There's no DJ to be seen, but a sound system is playing a steady stream of classic dance songs.

It's impressive work for a nonexistent prom committee, all things considered.

But the setting is not the only thing that hearkens back to one's teenage years. The dreamers will find, regardless of age or species, that they're now saddled with the hormones of an average sixteen-year-old human being… and with the delightful mood fluctuations and bouts of irrationality that come with the package. (Dreamers who are already teenagers might be said to be getting a reprieve… but dealing with adults in such a state will be trying enough on its own. Someone has to chaperone, right?)

The good news for dreamers who aren't into dances is that there's an entire high school to explore, though the hallways will only be half-lit and many of the classrooms will be locked up. Even the parking lot and athletic fields are accessible, but dreamers may find themselves getting mysteriously turned around if they try to actually leave school property.


[ooc: you all know the drill. Any and all characters are welcome, regardless of whether or not they're in the game. Dreamers may remember or forget the events of the party at the player's discretion.]

Comments

[erratic_hematic]

Ugh. He's spent enough time in his life hanging around high schools. He definitely doesn't need to start doing it in his dreams. He's even kitted out for the occasion, in some sort of pinstripe suit. He raises his hands to loosen and remove the tie and undo a couple buttons on the shirt. That's a little better.

He's definitely not feeling the mood lighting, nor is he all that enticed by the punch, so he wanders out into the halls of the school instead. He's feeling...he's not sure, but it's definitely not normal. Thankfully he's got a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket. That should help to pass the time.

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew's feeling a little better now, and he's cleaned up well enough that it's not obvious he was crying earlier. It is obvious that he's pregnant, though (or at least fat -- can he still pretend that he's only fat?); if anything he feels like his belly is bigger in this dream than in the waking world, more obvious and awkward and unattractive.

Not in the mood to dance or chat over the snack table, he slips out into the hall to find a drinking fountain. Having located one, he's busy getting a drink when someone else comes by.