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.]

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[bluesuit_handy]

"Ohh, peachy," he says with a resigned huff. "Swollen ankles, look like I swallowed a basketball. Can't use my power because I don't know what it does to the twins, the TARDIS barely seems to remember I exist, and last night I dreamed I gave birth to a litter of kittens. I can't imagine why everyone doesn't do this all the time."

[apidae]

She winces in sympathy and lets go of his hand to pat his back. "Sorry," she says. She's not sure what else to offer - she has no experience with this sort of thing. Especially his particular brand of 'this sort of thing'. "Is the due date soon?"

[bluesuit_handy]

Andrew hesitates. "We're...not really sure," he admits. "They've been developing faster than human fetuses should, but...well, there's no definite timeline, is there? Only guessing. It should still be months off, and chances are it probably is."

[apidae]

"Gosh," says Bee, chewing her lip. "That's... a little scary."

It's terrifying. Pregnancy has always made her a little uncomfortable, and this is even harder to think about - where's the baby going to even - ick, she doesn't want to think about it. She shivers slightly and grips his hand again. "I know it's going to be all right," she says firmly.

She brightens a little when they come upon a door to the outside. "Here we are!" she says gladly, pushing it open, stepping out into a cool summer night.