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

[laszlo_jamf]

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...
Log;

[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!]

Comments

[immiscible]

[ 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...?

[odds]

[ 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. ]