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

[wildmage_daine]

Odd's bobs. Can't folk just keep from causing a ruction for five gods-blessed minutes? She's going to have to stay in elephant shape all night at the rate things are going.

At least Johnny's less of a burden than Crowley was. It's fair easy for her to wrap her trunk around him and lift him up off of Peter. That's enough, she says sternly. Then, exasperation creeping into her tone, What are you even fighting for? She's noticed Eliot, of course, but he just strikes her as someone sensible enough to have stayed out of the fight, and not the indirect cause of it.

[johnny_truant]

Peter gets in several hits amidst the wild flailing, and Johnny's ears are ringing by the time something wraps around his waist and lifts him off the fucking ground. He lets out a spectacularly uncool yelp and struggles instinctively for a few seconds before it becomes immensely clear a) who is behind this, b) that he really doesn't want to dropped.

"Holy shit, Daine!" he says, half-hysterical, half ablaze with teenage aggression. At least apparently in dreams she can talk to him without making her head human, that would be problematic on several fronts. "Are you trying to give me a goddamn heart attack?!"

[fucking_ebay]

Peter feels Johnny start to lift off him before he sees the cause, and takes the opportunity to scramble out from under him, taking another swipe as he does so. Then he stops, staring up at the fucking elephant holding Johnny in its trunk from the floor. He stares, slack-jawed, but recovers quickly enough to answer her question.

"This asshole attacked me!" he says, gesturing to the asshole in question.

[eliotwaugh]

And Eliot can't do anything but stand there, useless, watching this ridiculous tableau unfold. He should do something, at the very least he should pull Johnny away from this guy, who seems like he wants to do some real harm here, but Eliot feels paralyzed. He can't really process that this is happening, and it's only when some immense thing lifts Johnny up into the air that he's shaken out of it.

Of course the thing turns out to be a fucking elephant, and Eliot jumps back and shrieks at the sight of the massive creature, who is...scolding them for fighting?

Okay so maybe not really an elephant. She certainly has that tone of "I'm getting too old for this shit," which Eliot would expect coming from such a sage and dignified creature, but the voice in his head sounds young, like, teenager young, so who knows.

"I...I'm sorry," he says, finally finding the wherewithal to speak up after the guy starts talking (okay maybe true from some perspective) shit about Johnny. "I feel like I'm to blame."

[wildmage_daine]

If Daine's trunk wasn't otherwise occupied, she'd snort. Goddess forbid, she says dryly. Though if your health is such a grave concern of yours, you might try not getting into fights. That last bit is emphasized by a low rumble, the floor shuddering as if someone's suddenly cranked the bass. Still, her grip on him is as gentle as she can make it without dropping him entirely, so she's not sure what he's complaining about.

She's in the process of helping Peter up with one of her own enormous feet when Eliot speaks, and then she trains an eye on him. Oh? She wouldn't care about the details if she didn't know the combatants involved, but she does. Since this fellow seems able and willing to talk sense, might as well ask him. What happened, then?

[johnny_truant]

"Pfft," says Johnny, ridiculously, in response to that - but the fight has more or less gone out of him by now, growing rapidly more concerned with how he's still being dangled in midair. He kicks slightly, without much feeling.

"Wh - no, he's not," he blurts in surprise when Eliot tries to take the blame. He flails an arm wildly at Peter, absurdly trying to control the situation from his extremely unconducive position. "That asshole was making fun of him, so I - I went off. I'm not proud of it." He is, a little. "Look, this dream is fucking with all our heads. High school dance and the raging hormones to go with it. None of us are responsible for our actions, okay?"

Except Peter. He's always a jerk.