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Log; Ongoing (Prom Night)

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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Stars reflected from the mirrored finish of the limousine's paint as it rounded the bend and pulled into the drive before the luminous gathering. The chauffer leapt out and scurried to open the door. Vlad stepped out, ebon hair worn longish, and posessing the queer curiosity of absorbing light rather than reflecting it.

He offered a pale hand to the figure emerging next from the limousine. His eyes drank in Integra's form, the bare amounts of tanned flesh her gown revealed and the stark contrast with her moon pale hair. Fierce feelings welled in him, aching his chest with their strength. But his look revealed nothing but barely upturned lips.

"A nice night," He commented off handly, offering her his arm and starting towards the sounds of music and merriment inside.

((OOC: This (http://pics.livejournal.com/princess_crow/pic/000044eb) is what they are wearing.))

So, uch, them schmucks were waiting for him. That was good. Fine. Proper. Had a sort of seen-it-in-Siran’s-professional- lingerie-drawer ring to it. He liked being waited on, and if the girls were steamy brunettes, and the implants well high, and the maid outfits cute? Hell, waitering could be damn sweet for any divine ‘High School Principal’.

Anyway. So walking, right? Walking… walking… gliding a bit, those five-eight vodkas make a “deity” a trifle unsteady on his non-feet… fucking plant, fucking Xanadu, who the hell had a ball among bugs and bees ? God damned stooges, that was who.

He staggered towards the center and his formal place, muttering philosophically about the national state of impropriety when you couldn’t tell if that was a girl being molested by her man behind the bush, or another guy while at it. Finally, reaching the assigned area, Paracelsus unwound the knot of his tie, stared around quite like a cow bearing great intellect, then bellowed from behind his great announcement desk ( possibly, because this was, after all, the Paulie, his great announcement desk of DOOM ) :

“Evenin’, pudels, dogs, mutts of all variety, the occasional vermin. We were originally gathered here for me to explain why the hell you all suck. But then some idiots figured that was too long and sad a tale, and we don’t want you slitting your wrists on school property, so we’ll give you a nice set of them crowns here, “ he raised a hand, displayed two quite endearing Origami-achieved toilet paper tiaras , “ ‘cause, uch… ye see, it’s a bit sad, dunno how these things happen myself… I think the original? Well, the guv’s gold crown I know for sure I got some nifty pot for , whole faculty enjoyed it… and the dame’s? Well, I think that one might be up Teach’ Copy-cock-oooops-Copyright-oh my, I’m drunk, Constantine’s ass. You see, after Professor Corinthian removed his widdle-widdle-wee wee, Teach Constantine was sad. So I think, yenno, the crown may’ve decided to do’im outta sympathy, or something. Thanks for making the Lounge a more memorable place, guys! You’re fucking - and fucking fired.”

….now, if memory served, this was the point where he was getting carried away. Damned if he quite cared, and doubly damned if he thought his audience was bored. Them toots were the sort likely taking notes, what with their clothing being adequate for the business, anyway.

He sighed a bit, then continued. “So. We got us a queen, and a king. They’re Mythos and Rue. We all love’em, except for those of us who kinda hope they choke on their bloody fluff. And we all wish them for the best, though I somewhat hope they die in a sewer. Also, I’m sure they’ll live on happily ever after. And stuff. Anyway, pick up your crowns, bitches, I’m outta here.”

He dropped the two paper crowns. They fell with a ‘plop’. The ‘plop’ was highly interjected. It was the most unremarkable, possibly blandest 'Fall from divine grace’ and afferent description in prose history.

Now, Paracelsus could, by all rights should have walked out quite dramatically and at the height of his inborn elegance, bless them early ballet lessons. But let’s face it – he was Paracelsus, and Paracelsus wasn’t Paulie until he hit that wall a third time on the way out.

Sitting by the entrance with a Prom Security badge in plain view around his throat, Barnabas watched the first arrivals make their way up the carpeted path.

"Good evening," he growled cheerfully, black&gray head bowed in greeting, "Brief security check to keep the party safe."

a polite sniffing later, waved them thru with a dark paw.

Integral accepted offered arm and stepped out. She adjusted the spectacles when the beacon of light reflected on the surface of the lenses. The square looked beautiful with the luminous and warm decoration of the party. She brushed off a strand of her hair and led to one of the spots near the drinks.

"Some gits seek to ruin the evening," she said steadfast while she studied the surroundings with a hawk-like glance. "I won't allow that to happen."

Her posture was straight and stiff that made her appear even taller and positioned herself as guardian. No matter how much Vlad tower her, the prefect never found him intimidating. Unlocking her arm from his, Integral gingerly picked up a goblet from the table.

"How resistant you are to what might be inside?"

"Do not sniff at me," Integral warned when the dog appeared. "We are clean. I wouldn't allow my date to bring anything against the school rules."

"One sip won't get me drunk, if that is what you mean," Vlad replied, half smiling to Integral's careful manner over the goblet. "I won't let anything ruin this night." Though she had unthreaded her arm from his own, he let his hand rest chastely at the small of her back.

She was warm, and for some reason, he was very cold. The distinct difference in their personal body temperatures thrilled him to no end.

"Shall I taste it for you?"

Kurogane stuck his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall, red eyes surveying the surrounding area. If it was his choice, he'd be back at his room relaxing, but no...he had to be a chaperone for this stupid dance. He huffed in irritation, eyes narrowing slightly. As long as there wasn't too much trouble, he wouldn't have to kill anything later. In the metaphorical sense. Really.

The dog shrugged his furry shoulders, "Sorry, it's orders from the Head of Security. No exceptions and refusal to cooperate means no admittance." Said loud enough for those behind the couple to hear.

Lowered his voice, "There's been a confirmed rumor the punch will be spiked."

Arriving early ensured Luppi had an excellent seat to survey all the new arrivals, even if it meant looking like he was one of the dateless and pathetic. All in time, he supposed, crossing his legs.

He was perfection in a short-skirted pink dress, carefully made up to play the part of a girl as much as possible, even down to the rhine-stone butterflies that adorned his heeled sandals and the pink nailpolish that glittered on his fingernails and toes.

"Now, all that's missing is the date," he said to himself, tapping a deceptively delicate finger against his glossed lips. Or, failing that, he thought to himself, a hapless soul to ruin while he waited.

I'm sorry, but that's about a million kinds of win right there xD

Doumeki Shizuka was now officially wondering what the hell had posessed him to take Rosette up on that offer, much less say anything at all to her. However, his face showed nothing of this as he offered his arm to her just outside the square.

"Ready?" he asked, voice ~~irritatingly~~ completely neutural.

After the speech, Rue looked at her Prince in confusion at the words and the crowns. She had expected to win (after all, she was a Princess and would be the only one graceful to dance with the King of the Prom), but the eccentricities of the academy took her off guard.

Hesitantly, she fussed over her dress and asked to Mytho. "What should we do?" In all honestly that was embarrassing; her cheeks flushed lightly. At least they admit they would have a happy ever after. That was all she needed - Mytho at her side always.

You are a Princess and now a Queen, she reminded herself proudly. Head up, Rue motioned Mytho to join her to end this business and add the grace to the event that the director lacked.

((OOC: Mytho and Rue (http://community.livejournal.com/poly_extra/453921.html?thread=8872993#t8872993) for the prom)).

"Outrageous. I'm the prefect," Integral snapped. Then compose herself. "Be quick if you are going to treat us all as criminals."

The corner of Lyra's lip twitched upwards for a split second. The ammonium triiodide mixture had been dumped out already, and she'd actually helped track some of it in herself- it didn't really show up on her black shoes, so she simply smoothed away a wrinkle in the dark red velvet of her dress before glancing around. Pantalaimon was resting on her shoulders, and she glanced around carefully. The fireworks-especially the ones Professor Mitarashi said had been really good, were carefully hidden around the square.

But that was for later. After all, she had a distraction to stage, and a date, to!

"Please," Integral replied, enjoying the chaste contact in despite of her own resistance to his advances. She didn't know why she was so hostile toward him. He was handsome and popular, also a moderately good student.

He was also ever so servile that made her suspicious about his real intentions. No man of his personality could be so... suspicious, right?

"I don't wish to spend the whole bloody night thirsty out of fear for the punch."

The young men and women looked quite fetching in their formal attire, Famine thought. He was particularly fond of the gowns that made their wearers appear thin as rails. Just lovely ... now if only he could influence them to adopt that appearance naturally and join the billions he had already sent on to their just rewards.

As the students filed in, the horseman waited patiently for his evening companion to appear. She would be stunning, he knew. She always was.

"Already done while we were talking," he grinned, red eyes twinkling and tail wagging with amusement, "Go on thru and enjoy your evening."

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Pressing the glass to his lips, Vlad imbibed the liquid and tasted only the sickly sweet flavor of fruit punch. Curling an upper lip, he offered her the glass, "It's fine. A little sweet." And yet, he still felt thirsty.

Hand remaining on her back, he brushed his thumb in slow circles over her lower back, feeling the muscles there. She was always so tense and angry around him.

Kurama was one of numerous teachers who had come to the prom fully prepared to deal with troublemakers, but he was also hoping that the students would behave themselves long enough for their keepers to relax as well ... if only for an hour or two. People tended to forget how much work school was on both sides of the coin if they hadn't had to deal with grading papers or drawing up lesson plans, let alone the issues of dealing with the parents, the administration, and the surrounding community at large. Quite frankly, the faculty and staff deserved a party, too.

Mytho was as puzzled as his "Queen" by the turn of events. Being nominated was an honor enough, but he hadn't expected...this. And for the oddest reason, he wanted to break out into laughter the more he thought about it.

Upon hearing Rue's words, he turned to her with a comforting smile. All that mattered to him was being here with her, afterall. He bent down and picked up the little paper crowns, coming forward and placing one on her head and the other on his. The prince had to fight down a chuckle at the sight. It was silly - that much was certain - but not in a bad way.

"Would you like to dance, Rue?"

"I see. I do hope the evening is without incident if they rely on these methods," Integral remarked, leading Vlad away with her.

((OOC: See if Integral cares about his Eye)).

"I will deem this table as clean to drink," Integral mused, glancing at Vlad without taking the glass. "Keep that one." He didn't pretend to drink from the same goblet, did he?

Integral felt his fingers moving and moved out his reach. What was he doing? She frowned, turning to face him. "I object that caress."

Rosette sighed a little, Glancing over at the man who had so blandly responded and taken her to the prom. It was pathetic really, she didnt even know the guy and here she was, all prettied and glamed up just so she could go to the prom with him. "Yeah." She took his arm, frowning a bit at his very unemotional question. "Thanks." She hoped that Joshua didnt notice how uncomfortable she was at the moment. "Lets head in."

Doumeki nodded, escorting Rosette in like a perfect gentleman, except for a severe lack of charm in his department. Really, this was ridiculous, when he stoped and thought about it. Obviously neither of them were particularily happy about this arrangement...

Red's presence made herself know quite easily. It wasn't only because spotting a redhead dressed in vibrant scarlet couldn't be overlooked, but the small reactions: the urge to argue, the blood boiling, the sweet running on some foreheads and the scent of fire reflected in the yellow of her eyes.

She smiled at Famine, cursed or not, he was still himself and then graced the rest with a more dangerous grin as sharp as the edge of a knife.

"Good evenin'"

((OOC: Outfit (http://pics.livejournal.com/steeldame/pic/000038hh))).

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