tampered | Ready Or Not, Gonna Make It To The City...

When; May 19^th, from sunset to evening and beyond! (Just watch out for midnight, Cinderella...)
Rating; G to PG-13?
Characters; Anyone and everyone...and maybe a few more
Summary; Finals are over, the spring dance is here--finally a way for everyone, student and teacher, to relax! All the planning, preparation, and hard work has paid off. Students of all ages and grades are invited, and their teachers are sure to be there too. The school superintendents (read: the Deities) have done their very best to light up the Square. So whether you're from Westerberg High, Trinity Girls' School, Cutler's, Bikini Bottom Middle, or City U, you must have received your engraved invitation by now. Dress is formal, but the occasion is celebratory. Come one, come all. (And even those who aren't cursed may still come to take in the decorations, the food, the entertainment, and the merriment... or they can take pictures for blackmail when this is over.) So come and spend an evening under the stars...
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[This is an open log for the Fast Times at City High dance event! Tags can be open or directed to another character--just throw a label in the subject line. Feel free to NPC wait staff, refreshments, music, and anything else you might encounter at such a soiree. Have fun!]

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[ Having hardly heeded the dress-code regulations, Arthur has his hair slicked back for once which depending on who you ask makes him look younger or older. Either way it means the tangled, curly mop of hair he's usually sporting is tamed for now thanks to Ariadne - one of a handful of people he's starting to think of as friends. The white-button down would look nicer if he hadn't rolled the sleeves up and corduroys while not jeans are also neither slacks nor anything else remotely nicer. There's a skinny black tie loose enough to afford the fact that the shirt's topmost button isn't done. His shoes are well loved sneakers.

But he figures dress-code doesn't apply if all he's doing is hanging around the entrance, snapping the odd photo or two with his camera. The camera doesn't have any buttercups wreathed into it but there's a trio of them in his breast pocket for no apparent reason.

When the majority of people are inside, he figures if he really wants to he can just sneak in.

So if you run into Arthur it might be outside - perched on something elevated - as people are still filtering into the dance hall... or it might be once he's inside said dance hall - milling around for a good shot even in the dim lighting as the night goes on. ]

[ After about twenty minutes of milling around inside the venue, saying hi to the people he knows and scoping out the general feel of the place (if its dull Yusuf doesn't want to be there, and if it's too packed with teachers/event staff Eames should really ditch his "stuff"), Yusuf wanders back to the entrance, where Arthur had skillfully detached himself from the group. For a guy who doesn't have any outward interest in photography, he's got a really nice camera- or, its got a big lens and a strap and you can't turn it around to take a picture of yourself, so Yusuf assumes its legit.

When he finds Arthur literally perched on a bench, shooting a couple who aren't paying him any attention, Yusuf slides up to him and asks, ]

So, uh, is this like a repressed Batman thing or...?

[ From behind the careful heft of his favorite tech, Arthur snorts. ] Don't think benches are broody enough for Batman. [ He'd more expect rooftops or alleyways.

After a pause he lowers the camera with the ease and slight adjustment of fingers that suggests familiarity. Following the curse he'll make a habit of using it more, if only to compulsively catalog anything he hasn't about the City (and there is always more, always something missed because change is default.) For the moment he rests his elbows on the bends of his knees - still crouched in a position that implies limberness that comes (to his mind) from rolling in and out of fights. Out of the corner of his eye he notes the color of Yusuf's jacket, his hands and his shoes. ]

Was just waiting til everyone was inside.

[ Tilting his head, he actually turns it to peer more directly at the other boy. ] Nice jacket. [ He means it, because somehow it works for Yusuf.

The dance has not been going on long but he wonders if he's having fun. He still isn't entirely clear on what 'fun' is to be had in the first place and this isn't to harsh other peoples' good time; he just doesn't connect to the happening. It would help, anyone might suppose, if he went inside, but Arthur prefers this habitual way: watching, watching, watching...until he changes his mind, whenever that is, whyever that is. The camera is justification, an excuse more than a hobby tonight. Well that and he has every intention of catching these people he thinks of basically as friends on record. Everyone else is just composition, but that's a pretty pretentious way to put it and he knows that. Later too he'll catch Elena, take a fair few of Pavel and her. It still sits as a warm sort of a glow he's a little embarrassed by - the fact that she liked the samples he sent her and he's not above that feeling even if his day-to-day quiet might suggest otherwise.

Lifting the camera again, he focuses in on a girl with slightly wavy dark hair, piercing eyes that defy blue even while they must be called that, and beautiful hands. Her laugh reminds him of someone he can't remember. ]

[And Percy is stepping outside to get some air - it is getting awfully stifling in there; so many people - and he looks up when he sees movement. Immediately, his lips purse slightly: just because one's tie is black does not make one's outfit black tie.]

What are you doing?

[ When Arthur turns to reply, the camera turns with him and he snaps a couple quick ones of Percy. He knows his name simply from paying attention rather than through any direct interaction so-far. ] Baking a cake, [ is the deadpan reply from behind the lens, only for him to lower it and arch a brow, his glasses sliding down his nose a bit. ] Seriously? What does it look like I'm doing?

[ His tone is not defensive so much as a little amused. ]

[He looks startled at the sudden picture-taking, and seems utterly flustered for a moment.]

I suppose my question was really why you're skulking about by the doors.

[ This time he snorts briefly, head tilting again though this time he adjusts his glasses. ]

Taking pictures.

What're you doing?

[ Party monitor? Arthur squints behind his frames a little bit. Maybe. Seems the type... ]

I was going out for some fresh air.

And to make sure nothing untoward was going on out here.

Define 'untoward'.

And no stealing from Merriam-Webster.

[ The twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth? Slightly... ]

Untoward? You know.

[Beat.]

Inappropriate. Things that oughtn't be happening.

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D8 REALLLLY late due to rl finals i' sorry;-; no obligation to tag back<3 /tags his new post too!

no worries bb <3 also yay, they can be well-dressed together :D

<333 ;2; lkjsujlkewfsd /DERPS AROUND YOU APPRECIATIVELY

/DERPS WITH :3