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

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[So, Merlin has this voice.

Most people would probably call it conscience, that thing that tells you what is right and wrong. Merlin calls it "mum", because to him, it sounds like his mum, and it basically tells him when he's being an ass, or a brat, or just did something bad or made a fool of himself. It's making itself known right about now. It's saying something like:

Even if you may not like some parts of her personality that really doesn't give you the right to dig out your bad sides as soon as she opens his mouth. She hasn't done anything wrong.]

I--

[He just. Runs a hand through his hair, and glances away.

And he's sort of surprised that Rosella isn't actually leaving, because he wouldn't blame her.]

Right, uh... Sorry.

[primrosella]

[Honestly, most other times she probably would've brushed him off by now, but she's already putting on a particularly brave face tonight for unrelated reasons, and the consequence of that is that she's a little more inclined to stand her ground, cool and poised and possibly a little snappish, but hey, she's only going to give as much as she takes.]

You know, I really don't care if you don't like me? I mean, it's the end of the year, it's not like it's going to matter in twenty-four hours anyway. And I also really don't care if you think I'm nosy for wanting to see you two get over yourselves and figure it out already, because you know what? It really sucks finding out you and someone else had the same exact feelings for a whole long time, and you wasted a ton of time that you could've been happy just dancing around each other playing some stupid does-he-doesn't-he game.

[She shrugs.]

If it's really not like that, then fine, that's how it is. But if it is and you just don't want to admit it? Then it's my business to think you're an idiot.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Oh...

He wonders, briefly, if Rosella is speaking from experience, but. He's not about to ask, and it hardly matters. Instead, he just shakes his head and smiles, softly.]

It's not like we haven't been happy. We-- I always... thought that it was just as simple as spending time with each other. I can't say I've put much thought on it beyond...

[A pause, and suddenly he... feels worried, and frowns. Wait.]

Do you... think she's been wondering that? If I do or don't? Has it...

[Been bothering her.

He shakes his head again.]

I should be asking her that, not you. Never mind.

[primrosella]

See, now you're getting somewhere.

[She sips her punch, sort of oddly touched he didn't ask. She'd opened the door pretty wide to it, and it was a pretty easy setup to come back at her with it. But he didn't, and you know what, she can respect that.]

Just figure it out. And try to do it soon enough that you still have time to enjoy your night, okay?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Figure it out. Right.

[He exhales, and there's a laughter in it as he presses his glass to his lips. Doesn't drink, though.]

You'd think you'd know these things.

[primrosella]

You'd think. But sometimes you don't until someone hits you over the head with it.

[A pause.]

Or puts a ring on your finger.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Puts a ring on your finger? Wouldn't that require that you do know? Seems a little rash otherwise.

[Perhaps it's not what she means, but he says it anyway.]

[primrosella]

Some people gamble because they already know they're going to win.

[The ring she's thinking of, as a matter of fact, is currently safely secured on a chain long enough to conceal it under her hair and dress--which is something she's glad for, on tonight of all nights.]

Your problem is that you're not one of them, so you're still stuck worrying about it.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

I think I'd prefer a more cautious route as far as this goes, anyway.