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applesaucedream2014-08-30 04:33 pm
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Entry tags:
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: eliot waugh,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: rashad durant,
- character: spike,
- character: sunshine,
- dropped: aglet bottlerack,
- dropped: aiden,
- dropped: andrew noble,
- dropped: charley pollard,
- dropped: jennifer strange,
- dropped: jodie holmes,
- dropped: lucy saxon,
- dropped: seth,
- party post,
- retired: aziraphale,
- retired: bee,
- retired: crowley,
- retired: peter vincent
Enchantment Under the Sea
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.]
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.]
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"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.