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

[primrosella]

[Her mascara is dangerously close to running by this point.]

That's...that's just it, I do, I don't know why they think--why it would change anything. Nothing's different from how it was before, nothing that matters, so why couldn't they have just told me from the start?

[misterblackbird]

Maybe all of this--now, I mean--would have been worse if they had.

[Though that's hard to believe...]

They must have had reasons.

[primrosella]

They had reasons when they bought me a fiancé, too.

[Oh, now that's bitter.]

It's hard to imagine anything being worse than how I feel right now.

[misterblackbird]

Bought you a fiancé. You have to be joking about that.

[primrosella]

They might as well have. They arranged it.

[She sniffles.]

They arrange everything, and never tell me, and then I find out and I just...how am I supposed to believe anything is genuine anymore?

[misterblackbird]

They haven't told me anything.

[primrosella]

And that's the worst part of it, don't you see? Now I have to decide whether to believe you.

[misterblackbird]

...can I prove it, somehow?

[primrosella]

[She shakes her head.]

Just hold me a little while, okay?

[misterblackbird]

That much I can do.

[And so he does, gently, but still keeping her close to him.]