The Final Ball

[fairygodmother]

[For those of you in Splendor already, you'll probably have noticed the spooky decor the city has donned throughout the past week. With nothing else of of notice to be mentioned, it seemed like everything was just going to be a repeat of last year

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[rivalheroics]

[Things had been quiet...way too quiet. Dawn and Ash were gone. Shooter and others had left too. It seemed like all the friends he had made had vanished on him and as a result, he had sort of reacted by with-drawing himself as well--that was how he dealt with loss, after all. He was either being alone with Dragonite or wandering Splendor to see if there was an answer as to how everyone had managed to go back home already.

So when he's now read this message and finds himself here with others for this ball, he's a little surprised: he hadn't expected that he would be going home anytime soon. But hey, it's a party...best try to make the last day here fun while he can, right? At the moment, Jun's wandering around a bit looking for something to do or someone to talk to, Dragonite following behind him as well. Feel free to say hello or goodbye, as the case may be...]

[peacekept]

[ sup jun. ]

[rivalheroics]

[sup shooter.

...wait.]

...Shooter? Heh, I didn't think I'd be seeing you here! [Why yes, he is happy to see you--and hey, now he knows that you are in fact okay. Did this mean that everyone else that had left were alright too?] I thought you had already gone back home!

[peacekept]

[ headtilt. ]

I never really had a home to return to, Jun.

But... it did feel lonely without everyone.

[peacekept]

[ Probably sitting up somewhere high, just watching people.

So many curious, interesting people in this city.

She's keeping an eye out for a certain assassin, however. ]

[pimpsaw]

[sup bitch

miss me?]

sup shawty

[peacekept]

[ MOVE, BITCH

GET OUT THE WAY

GET OUT THE WAY ]

You are obstructing my view of the far wall. How inconvenient.

[pimpsaw]

There are so many other things you could be doing instead of staring at a wall.

[tigerstrikes]

[ lurking around the buffet table, munching on cake. ]

[ironicarus]

[ Wheatley, in his body RIG, is attempting to coerce an inanimate speaker into turning itself down a little bit. ]

[rivalheroics]

...I'm pretty sure that's not gonna work, you know.

[Yeah, he couldn't help but stop to comment when he saw you doing this.]

[ironicarus]

Ahm, well. He's certainly being rude about it.

I mean, I asked nicely.

[rivalheroics]

But it's just a speaker, it's not like it's gonna turn down by itself...

[silversouled]

[ hrrnnnggh.

why does he have to be here again, anyway... nothing but embarrassing memories and stuff.

although secretly, there are a few people silver would tolerate seeing again... ]

[naltorian]

Natty look! It is that grumpy red-haired man!

Yay!