PROM NIGHT!

[techno_mancer]

Who: ALL OF MAYFIELD for the most part
What: Mayfield Prom 195X
When: Fri., April 29, at 7PM
Where: the gym of Mayfield High
Warning: hijinks of all kinds! Drinking! Dancing! Making out?! And maybe some action tags. We're cool with that.

Comments

BLEACHERS

[techno_mancer]

Are you a wallflower? Waiting for your date? Don't wanna be here? Why not hide up in the gym's bleachers? Or even underneath them. There's plenty of room for everyone.

[flameyedhunter]

I guess that's one way of thinking about it. I'll try to dance with someone. Where's your date anyway?

[the_wee_big_hag]

We decided it would be better to meet here so he didn't have to go through a seven hour interrogation by England, in which we'd miss the entire thing anyway.

So at the moment, not here yet.

[flameyedhunter]

[She nods, and hiccups once. Someone drank some of the Captain's beer when he threw it at her.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[She notes that and takes another sip of her drink.]

[flameyedhunter]

[Shana sits in silence with her best sisbro.]

Did you have things like this back where you came from?

[the_wee_big_hag]

Not proms. We've only just started a local school at home. But there are usually a dance or two. I'm usually too busy to go.

[Something that she was quite pleased to be. Being a witch at a social event like that was awkward. No on wanted to be rude, but no one wanted to be the one to ask her for a dance in case she did something.]

I don't have much free time at home.

[flameyedhunter]

I see. I guess you're probably about as busy as me, based on what you told me about your job.

[the_wee_big_hag]

It's very easy to keep busy as a witch.

[flameyedhunter]

Well, that's a good thing, right? I am pretty sure you like your job, don't you?

[the_wee_big_hag]

I wouldn't trade it for anything.

[Also avoiding the question. Yes and no and yes and it's not so much a job as just a way of being.]

[velesdonnersen]

[Ooooh, she's pretty and she matches him so well! He's between dances, and thinks he'd like to introduce himself.]

[He's very quaint, somewhat Victorian and formal, and quite European -- or, more precisely, "Europan," as he comes from an alternate time line. He approaches and bows, very graciously.]

It has been made clear that I ought not wait to be introduced, fraulein. So may I introduce myself? I am Tarvek Sturmvoraus, prince-in-exile, spark-without-talent, and humble newcomer to this township. I would be delighted to make your acquaintance.

[flameyedhunter]

[She is pretty, in a delicate porcelain doll kind of way. Atm she's got the dress on from the right. http://muryou-anime-wallpaper.net/wallpapers/previews/shakugan-no-shana-834-prev.jpg Yeah that's her]

I'm Hirai Yukari.

[She conceals an amused grin. Tarvek talks rather like her mother, Wilhemina. Only partially because he's basically from the same place.]

[velesdonnersen]

[He's actually interested in dress-design. Known for it. He's charmed by her outfit.]

Your dress is lovely, if I may say so. So much more exquisite in the detailing than much of what I have seen since arriving here, and perfectly suited to your figure and style.

Is there a reason you are here, beneath the step-seats? I am here because, quite honestly, it's all quite new and I needed a few minutes to catch my breath. This is much louder and less structured than the parties I am used to.

[flameyedhunter]

Well thanks for noticing.

[Her lack of figure, anyway. Shana's basically a stick with corded muscle on her, some very slender curves but those aren't really... much to write home about in Mayfield, land of women more busty than her.]

I'm just watching over my friends, I.... want to make sure they're having fun.

[velesdonnersen]

[He's quite unaware of her sense of him finding her figure inadequate. He does have a predisposition to high-delta curves, but he's also a designer, with a sense of style, and he was entirely sincere in thinking her delightfully dressed. So any dismay passes right over his head, the moreso as he's a bit off kilter tonight.

Instead, he is thinking she's charming, and appears a bit bashful, and that she deserves a dance if she wishes one. He gives another little bow, and offers his hand.]

Watching over friends can be a little boring. And it seems a shame to miss dancing. I would be most honored if you'd accept a dance with me. I am to some degree unfamiliar with the local dances, but have worked out the steps to a simple one with a square pattern. I would not embarrass you too much, I think.

[He's pouring on charm, with honest good will. He's been very well trained by a rigid standard of manners, and a pretty young girl ought not be without dance partners in any case.]