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

[adventuressing]

Charley just barely restrains herself from pressing a forearm over her breasts when Johnny stares unabashedly for a good few seconds. She has no idea how she feels about this, which is annoying. Or rather, she feels like she both wants to bask in the attention, maybe even encourage it further, and simultaneously wants to run away and never be looked at ever again. Which is stupid, given that they've already seen each other naked, they've had sex, for goodness' sake, which is also something her body apparently can't decide how it feels about. And Johnny is presumably also affected by whatever this dream is doing, so she can hardly blame him for acting like a bit of an idiot.

For lack of anything better to do with her hands, she fiddles with the fabric of her skirt, giving it a little swish. Her expression settles into a small smile, somewhere between awkward and flattered and appreciative.

'I quite like you in the suit, I have to say,' she says loftily, reaching out to fiddle with his lapel. 'Though I'd have got you a nicer one, if I was the one dressing you.'

She refuses to blush at that particular image, and lifts her chin a little higher. 'I suppose you're finding this whole... affair as peculiar as I am?' Charley's not entirely sure how to describe her own mental state at the moment, so she's hoping Johnny knows what she means.

[johnny_truant]

Johnny does blush over that, dips his chin and laughs awkwardly. "That, yeah, that would've been better," he says, and immediately regrets it. That wasn't suave at all. He brushes his hair back over his ear, in an even worse attempt to be somehow 'cool'. Gross.

"It is very fucking peculiar," he agrees. "I clocked it as being like... we're in a teenage environment, feeling teenage feelings? Which... sort of, you know." He waves a hand in a very vague, unhelpful motion, intended to mean explains all this. His eyes are wandering again stop that Johnny, but oh, fuckfuckfuuuuck it's too late, and these trousers were already tight and now they're suddenly a lot tighter, fuck, god, he forgot how hard this was to avoid back in the day. He self-consciously curls inward, tugging the end of his blazer down to cover his shame, quite ineffectually. "I, I'm sorry, uh," he blurts, oh god, this is the worst. He's blushing furiously now. Can he please just drop into a hole in the floor. Wait, no. That's something he could actually make happen by accident. He settles for just standing there feeling unbearably awkward.