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

[fucking_ebay]

Peter is very much a pervert otherwise, but his earlier denial was not an invitation for comment on his sexual proclivities, nor for advice on what he ought to do about them. He wrinkles his nose at Bertie in an expression of bewildered disgust. "That's not likely to make me less of a pervert," he points out. He's read the Bible, thank you, and found it full of questionable marriages and sexy poetry.

[preuxchevalier]

Peter receives absolute befuddlement in return. "Well, I mean, if you've been reading some other book on gods"- ones that apparently mention furry canaries -"then the Bible ought to set you straight. Um... I've never really met any perverts. Sorry, is that not what you're meant to do?"

[fucking_ebay]

Peter gives him a look of utter incomprehension, lip raised and everything. "You -- huh?" What do gods have to do with it? Recovering a little, he settles on a surprisingly matter of fact, "I don't even know what the hell you're on about now."

[preuxchevalier]

"The feeling's entirely mutual." Bertie feels like they're speaking entirely different languages at this point. He doesn't want to leave the only person he has even a passing - and odd - acquaintance with, but if he can't even communicate with the blighter, what's he meant to do with that? "So, um... the party's that way?" He motions down the hall toward he noise.

[fucking_ebay]

Peter could tell him that a high school dance is not a party in any way that counts, but you know what? Right about now having this guy leave for the land of awkward dates and spiked punch while Peter continues his quest for a private moment sounds ideal. "Yeeeah," he says, drawing out the word. "You go have fun. With that."

[preuxchevalier]

"Right." Bertie wrings his hands for a moment, then offers Peter a parting smile. "Have fun wherever you're off to, as well, old boy. Toodle pip!" So saying, the gentleman turns and heads toward the sound of festivities. There's a pang of regret as he goes, he realizes. Peter had made him think of Andrew, but it sounds like his friend might be about. He soldiers into the unknown to find out just what sort of soiree this is.