Log; Ongoing (Prom Night)

[mechanicalmice.livejournal.com]

When; May 19 (evening)
Rating; Please keep anything above an R to a minimum!
Characters; Open.
Summary; It's Prom Night and the theme is Firefly. Expect glowy strung lights and a warm color palette of yellows and golds! The goodship Serenity will be providing a laser show and music as well. Prom Queen and Prom King will be announced at 5pm PST (that's 8pm EST), as you can see from the poll, that means Rue and Mytho! Main events, including crowning, buffet, and music are in the Square, but dates are free to wander into Xanadu which is also decorated with actual fireflies.
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[undefeatably.livejournal.com]

Claire Bennet stepped into Serenity, a total vision. She had been up all day to prepare for this, her prom with Peter Petrelli. She could not count how many times she had restyled her hair or redone her makeup. She knew that looks could get you only so far, but she had wanted to be absolutely perfect.

And she knew she would have a wonderful evening she'd never forget...

...just as soon as she figured out where Peter had gotten to.

ooc; Le dress. (http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/gojane_1951_7710356) You know you love it. ♥

[powersponge.livejournal.com]

Peter had an exceptional reason as to why he was running late. He had been looking in every flower shop for the perfect corsage, and seeing as most of them were over-booked with making them, he had been looking for hours.

A bit rushed, and definatley nervous, he made his way inside to see Claire up ahead. He straightened his jacket and pushed a piece of hair out of his eyes before calling for her attention.

"Hey Claire!" he said pushing past the other students to catch up to her. "Wow...you look great..."

[undefeatably.livejournal.com]

She turned around at the sound of her name, seeing Peter push his way past other boys and girls to make his way to her. She let out a little laugh and only piqued an eyebrow at the compliment.

"You're sure about that?" she asked, looking up at him admiringly. "You look pretty nice yourself...oh!"

She reached into her purse, extracting a white-and-pink boutonniere for him. "This is for you," she said, hoping that she wouldn't poke him with the pin, the way she had when Zach had once taken her to a dance.

[first-mommy.livejournal.com]

Eve remained near the buffet table, sitting quietly. She watched all the different students and teachers interacting and having fun, feeling somewhat out of place. Something felt.. wrong. This was not natural. She had not always been a music teacher. In all honesty, she never WAS a music teacher.. atleast not before a few days ago, but it felt like she had been forever.

The mitochondria queen drummed her fingers against her cheek as she thought.

One of those curses.

Figuring that was the best way to explain things, Eve's thoughts quickly went back to the party and how she would spend 'summer break', if there was going to be one.

[freakyfanboy.livejournal.com]

Autor's stress had, for the moment, disappeared. Right now, he had one thing to focus on. The other club members could take care of the punch. Rue could dance with Mytho. Pique was probably off having fun.

He had investigating to do!

"Hello, ma'am," Autor said, semi-politely, as he walked up to the woman. "Enjoying the prom?"

[first-mommy.livejournal.com]

"Yes." She smiled faintly, glancing from Jeager to Autor, "And you, my dears?"

Jeager just nodded but remained quiet.

[un-deserved.livejournal.com]

Her hand was still in Rocky’s as they both entered the Square, a soft smile playing her lips as she observed the decorations. They were so beautiful, like nothing else she’d ever seen before! And everyone looked so nice. Well, watching Greed-san drive by naked was more than a bit…odd, but she supposed that was…okay, too.

Tessla watched her brother with Wolfwood-san for a moment, tempted to tease him just a bit more but she supposed that could wait until after prom. Instead, she turned to her date, a shy smile on her face. “Um, wh-what did you want to do first, Rocky?”

[goldenlibido.livejournal.com]

Poor Rocky was never good with big gatherings. There was so much going on at once, he didn't know what to pay attention to. Greed's little show was definitely.. interesting. He felt more relaxed once Tessla had spoken though and gently squeezed her hand, "I'm.. not very good at dancing, s-so maybe we can go and talk to some of our friends for a little?.."

[un-deserved.livejournal.com]

“O-okay! I’m n-not very good at it, either.” She admitted, a slight blush on her face as she squeezed Rocky’s hand back. At least she wasn’t the only one who was a bit nervous by everything that was going on. Maybe she should have done what Vash had, and taken dancing lessons. But then again, she supposed her brother needed it just a bit more than her. He always found ways to trip over air.

[freakyfanboy.livejournal.com]

Autor was stressed. That was the best way to put it.

A hundred things raced through his mind. The punch. Was all of the punch clean? He had to make sure to replace any tainted punch to try to keep everyone healthy.
How much clean punch had they made before the prom? Was it all gone now? They'd probably have to make more. Autor tried to run through the recipe in his mind again. Sugar...how much sugar? Four cups? And...orange juice...ginger ale...

Pique. Where was Pique? Oh no, he had left her behind again. She was going to be mad at him tomorrow, wasn't she? It was a shame. She seemed interesting in the conversations they had had during the night. He admited that he maybe DID want to get to know her better...

Of course, Rue flited into his vision for a moment and he forgot about Pique. She was SO beautiful tonight...she took his breath away every time he saw her. He could feel the still-broken heart within his chest struggle to beat as he watched her dancing with...
That blasted boyfriend of hers.

At least she had won Prom Queen. He would've protested if she hadn't. She was the clear winner. And if someone was going to be her King...it might as well be the one she loved.

...Even if that wasn't him.

He shook his head. Best not to worry about that. There would be time to mourn his unrequited love later. He had to go make some more punch, and maybe say hi to a few friends...

Autor was most definantely stressed.

[german-beefcake.livejournal.com]

The Chojin noticed Autor and walked over to him, waving, "Hey." He smiled, "I haven't seen anything too suspicious.. except Greed. Und there vas a bit of an arguement earlier.. but nothing else."

Jeager tilted his head to one side, noticing how tense the boy was, "You alright, mein herr?"

[freakyfanboy.livejournal.com]

Autor looked up and returned the wave, smirking a little--his version of a smile in his current state. "Ah, good, thank you Jeager," he responded, relieved. Unless, of course, it meant that they had just missed the suspicious ones so far...then, he wasn't so relieved.

The fellow German's question caught the boy off guard, however. "Um...well...I'm fine, I think. I've just...got a lot on my mind."

[mizrahigirl.livejournal.com]

Sakura spotted the other musician and drifted over, not wanting to interrupt if he was in the middle of something.

He seemed...not quite to be enjoying himself. That was really too bad, even if he couldn't feel cheerful yet, prom was supposed to be fun!

The brunette came up from the side, and touched his arm to get his attention. "Autor? How are you?"

[freakyfanboy.livejournal.com]

Autor jumped a little as the girl placed her hand on his arm, but it was good that she did. He had been wanting to greet her at the prom.
"Sakura! I'm...doing well," he said, not quite truthfully but not quite dishonestly, either. "What about you? Have you been enjoying yourself so far?"

[holycrusader.livejournal.com]

Enrico was feeling quite nervous abou the evening. He had been working up his own courage to ask Yumie before she had finally asked him instead.

He really hoped things would go well. Holding his arm out toward Yumie as any gentleman would do for a lovely woman, Enrico smiled. "Shall we?"

[sister-samurai.livejournal.com]

It was traditionally the boy's job to do the asking, but as Prom had drawn nigh and no invitiation had been made, Yumie had decided she would simply have to take the iniative and do it herself. Perhaps it was the recent gossip that had made Enrico hesitant, or perhaps he had not thought of her in that manner. They had hung out a lot, but this was their first true date, and Yumie's feelings were slightly mixed; she was anxious about how this would play out, but very pleased to be there with him.

She accepted his arm with a grin. "Yes. Let's."

[holycrusader.livejournal.com]

Hopefully this would not be a trainwreck after all the nasty rumors he and Yumie had to endure the past few days. He really hoped the whore squad kept out of his path. He had had enough with them and Yumie deserved to have a lovely night if nothing else. She had been diligent with helping him with the club and dedicated to spreading the word of God.

As they made their way into the prom area, the decorations caught his eyes, he glanced over to Yumie who was looking quite radiant in the lighting.

"Remember avoid the punch and other snacks," he whispered to Yumie.

[bodyflickerboy.livejournal.com]

Shisui leaned against a wall, watcing the fireflies float in the air--admittedly he had really been too excited about the prom in the first place, and admittedly his date had been...a little last minute, but she'd been nice and suddenly the prospect of spending a night in a tux wasn't so bad. He shifted his weight a little, watching for Olette, trying to make the corsage in his hands a little less obvious to passerby without actually crushing the delicate white petals.



[OOC: He's wearing this dashing suit (http://www.elitetuxedo.com/capri.htm), though of course Shisui being Shisui he has a little Uchiha lapel pin added. He's holding this corsage (http://www.hawaiiflowerlei.com/lei/..%5Cimages%5Cbig%5CCorsage.jpg) for his date.]

[yellowtwilight.livejournal.com]

While she wasn't bothered in the slightest as to her loner status - well, that was life without Hayner and Pence - Olette couldn't help but accept the overzealous request from Shisui to accompany him. Ah, and after her brave speeches to Ryu and Ron about just having fun with friends, too.

So it was with a soft sigh she slipped through the crowd, hoping that if she did run into either, they wouldn't think too badly about it. Olette had been meaning to attend alone, after all. Things weren't the same without- She cut her thoughts off, ignoring any attempts to remember her two absent friends. Tonight was for fun, right?

Tugging a little at the light yellow fabric that was her dress, a thin strapped, floor length affair with orange and black highlights, she stepped forward, smile at the ready for the Uchiha and a simple "Hey," in greeting.

[bodyflickerboy.livejournal.com]

Shisui immediately stood to attention and smiled back. "Hey, Olette" He took a moment to take in her dress, and paused to think of what to say. "Oh, right."

Hesitantly, Shisui held out the dainty arrangement of white flowers and ribbons. "I brought this. For you."

[juicebox-woes.livejournal.com]

With a slightly triumphant smile, Rukia stepped up to the doorway, turning to regard her tall companion with a grin. He really did clean up well, but she knew that already. Just like she knew he would have never actually stood her up. No, Ichigo valued his life too much for that. The petite girl resisted the urge to poke at her hair, pulled up and teased on top of her head with little pearls stuck in it. It just...felt weird, she hadn't worn it up in so long. Fidgeting slightly, she cocked her head to the side.

"It does look ok, right? It feels weird..."

[strawberried.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he replied stiffly, instinctively reaching up to pluck anxiously at the knot at his throat. If he were to admit it -- and he wasn't admitting it -- Rukia didn't just look okay. He never really paid much attention to what she wore, or what anyone wore, really, but whatever it was she'd put on definitely... worked. A little too well. And she'd done something to her hair, too, which definitely didn't help. Him. Didn't help him. Helped her, though. God, did it help--

Shit. He pulled at his tie again, resolving to take it off as soon as possible. They'd already made their entrance, so couldn't he just loosen it a bit? Frowning, he tugged at his tie again and unbuttoned the collar of his starched shirt, leading her wordlessly into the Square.

[juicebox-woes.livejournal.com]

Rukia cocked an eyebrow at him, smirking slightly at seeing him fidget. Good, at least she wasn't the only one who felt slightly out of place in the formal wear. With hair up and done, earrings trailing sparkling little waterfalls of crystal, and make-up on her face, she knew she looked different, but...it was nice, in a way. Almost nostalgic of childhood days dreaming of fairytales and princesses and such. Except now, she was getting the chance to be the princess.

Watching him fiddle with his tie for what was probably the eighteenth time, she sighed and shook her head before pulling him to a stop and stepping in front of him.

"It's really sweet of you to wear it, but if it's bothering you, then take it off."

Reaching up, she deftly unwound the top and gave the strip of black silk a playful yank, unwinding it from his neck with a chuckle and a grin before stuffing it into the pocket of his jacket.

"Besides, you look good even without it."

[crimsonmangekyo.livejournal.com]

Itachi entered the same way he always did, in a darkly silent spectacle, normal entourage trailing behind him in silent servitude. Tonight, in their black formalwear -- with the exception of Kisame -- they managed to look even more like what everyone knew they were. The "mafia" of the school, their whims and decisions backed by Itachi's powerful monetary connections.

Crimson eyes scanned the scene, not only taking in everything that there was to see, but perusing the crowd for one particular head of white hair, likely standing much too close to a smaller head of black hair. He didnt' know who was responsible for the fact that the other senior was well enough to actually show his face here, but Uchiha Itachi planned to find out. And when he did, that person would be in a world of hurt.

Common rifraf like Emiya Shirou did not date his little sister. They did not even look at his little sister, as far as Itachi was concerned. And this lowlife had possessed the audacity to not only do said things, but to date her, and ignore Itachi's warnings.

Settling himself easily into one of the chairs, he leaned back and propped his feet up on another, chin held lightly in one hand. Oh well. There was no rush, afterall. He could wait.


[ooc: Itachi is doing his creepy mafia-like thing. Feel free to piss him off and earn yourself a beating, or grovel and try to get on his good side, or even be one of his goons. He'll be keeping an eye out for Archer and Hotaru, to try and make their prom an unhappy one.]

[samehada-lover.livejournal.com]

Kisame stood in a spot that suited him, directly behind Itachi's chair, his back to the wall (so no little punks got any cute ideas about sneaking up on him). Still, he could not keep his hands from twitching every so often. Itachi had given one look at the Akatsuki cloak Kisame planned to wear and vetoed it without a word, which meant that now he had no room to hide Samehada. Which meant his hands were empty of the familiar sword hilt.

Curse this tight Arbanzi jacket. No, no, Armani. You couldn't hide a fucking pen knife in here, let alone something actually useful.

Surprisingly, he was not affected by this curse thing. However, that was no reason to shout this at the top of his lungs. He did not have a death wish, so there was no reason to try to convince Itachi that he was NOT in fact a high school student who ruled the school with various types of juvenile threats.

He couldn't help but find it all ... amusing.

"You doing okay, Itachi-san?"