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.

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[deaths_heritor]

[Susan takes a moment from patrolling the gym to take a breather. Ruining children's fun was her forte, but trying to manage a hundred of them plus a dozen or so who fit into the category 'man-child' was a bit tiring on the legs. So she leans back for a moment. And relaxes.

...Why is she holding a fireplace poker?]

[deaths_heritor]

That depends on whether or not I'm keen on cleaning up vomit. ... And I don't think I am.

[Nonetheless, Susan will approach the inebriated man and begin to nudge at him slightly with her foot.]

What's your name, now?

[That is directed at Schuldig, although her attention is now on Edward.]

[have_your_lives]

Keane. [The boy watches Susan, and her prodding of Edward, with detached interest. Having gotten an adult to look after the man, he feels like he's fulfilled the minimum of his personal obligations in this situation - anything that follows now is merely diverting.] My older self is supposed to be here, not me. [He doesn't really understand these time shenanigans, but Crawford confirmed them as fact, so he's simply accepted them in their weirdness.]

...he killed me, you know. The older me. [This feels like something that needs to be acknowledged.] I think Schuldig let him. But I don't know why. [The why is really starting to trouble him.]

[deaths_heritor]

. . . If the older you is dead, I don't see how you exist separately in the same time frame. Try to avoid violating the laws of reality if you could, please.

[Of course. That's how this person look familiar. Schuldig or not, Susan doesn't seem to be especially concerned as she bends over Edward and begins to try to shake him out of his stupor.]

If I had to make a guess, it'll be because allowing Edward to kill him would be an unsatisfying, hollow victory. Which is worse than losing, in its own way. This kind of thing tends to happen with the mentally unhinged.

[have_your_lives]

He's not dead. He came back. Someone told me that happens here... [Judging by his tone, he's still a liiiiittle dubious on that point, but all the evidence thus far seems to stack up.] He got killed days ago, but he was just here talking to people tonight.

Oh. [There's a brief pause.] Which one are you saying is the mentally unhinged one?

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger watches and listens from a distance, having followed them not quite as far as to where Edward's unconscious body lay. Simple observation has led him to realize that this boy is the telepath Edward was targeting. Or rather, this boy's adult self.

Saying nothing, he continues to stand by curiously.]

[deaths_heritor]

The point is, if he's here, how are you here at the same time? And the answer is both, of course.

[Edward doesn't appear to be responding to the 'pointy shoe in the face' treatment.]

...Could someone get me some water? Or punch. I'm not particular.

[have_your_lives]

He isn't here. [The answer is prompt.] I'd know if he was. Either I'm taking his place, or he's - somewhere else.

[He glances at the cup he dropped earlier, right after he appeared.] ...water's better. [He makes no move to go get some, though.]

[strike_you_out]

[Silence. They're one person short; Slugger is gone--

--that is, until he reappears at Susan's side with a glass of water straight from the kitchen tap at home. Offering it to her, he crouches to pick up Edward's green derby... and to roll his head to the side.]

Sorry for ultra late, a lot of stuff came up. Feel free to ignore.

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan will accept the glass of water with thanks before unceremoniously dumping the water on Edward's face.]

Hm.

.....Note to self. Edward is hopeless with alcohol.

I'm going to assume that boy is going about zapping people with the time cannon again. Just wait a bit and you'll swap back.

Slugger, go on and get back to the dance. I'll get this clod home.

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward stirs slightly at the sudden sensation. He groans, though his eyes still don't open.]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan takes this as an encouraging sign and moves to slap Edward smartly across the cheek.]

On your feet, now.

[puzzlerprince]

[Bleary red eyes slowly open.]

S-Susan?

[He puts a hand to his head as he tries to push himself up to his feet. Once he's fully risen, he staggers a little bit. Balance isn't very good at all.]

[deaths_heritor]

It's the Tooth Fairy. And if you don't stumble on home, I'm taking the tooth without the anesthetic.

[Susan will, in classic fashion, drape one of his arms around her shoulders and take a tight hold of his waist.]

You're an excellent chaperone, you know?

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward groans a little bit, rubbing his temple.]

Remind me never to do this again.

[deaths_heritor]

If you do this again, I'll command you to get violently sick at the sight of any alcoholic beverage.