Prom 2011 - OPEN TO ALL

[glinda]

As Headmistress, it was only natural for her to show up for prom, at least for a little while, to chaperone. While she was confident there would be other teachers there, she didn't quite trust most of the faculty to actually chaperone. They'd probably be the ones throwing real alcohol into the drinks and start up gambling with real money - and frankly, Glinda did not want to deal with that.

So she'd picked out a dress and everything to go with it and showed up. She'd shown up quite early - about three hours ago - just to get the place ready. Most of it was done by her magic combined with the magic of a few others. Part of her wanted to stand at the ballroom doors and greet her students as they entered, but she didn't want to be overbearing and had instead chosen to stand against one of the columns that held up the roof.

Througholy satisfied with her work, she twisted the long stemmed glass of red wine in her hand. At first it had been synthenol but once she'd gotten a hold of it, it'd been a matter of seconds before it'd turned to real alcohol. She wasn't looking to get drunk or buzzed or anything, but alcohol would make sure she'd be able to put up with some of the more rowdy students for most of the night.

Leaning against the pole with a sigh, she brought the glass to her lips and allowed her gaze to sweep the room.

[redd]

Well, she wasn't completely cured, but the doctors had granted her a bit of leave - which was surprising after such a meltdown. Either way, she was at prom. But not without being monitored. The shiny new hospital bracelet wrapped around her wrist tracked her every move and every action, so it wasn't like she'd be able to get away with anything. Not that she wanted to. The state of depression she'd spiraled into put her in the mood to do absolutely nothing.

But she had to see the last bit of magic.

Dressed to the nines, Redd stood near one of the tables with her arms folded across her chest, pretending to be interested in the fake money she'd been given, even though she was technically a chaperone. She was waiting for Mumble and Andrina of course - Andrina most especially. The girl held the last bit of magic Redd had, as right after that she'd gone into her breakdown and lost every bit of magic she'd had.

Plus, she sort of wanted to see Andrina go completely physco at midnight.

[sarah]

Sarah had never gone to her high school prom - her asshole of a stepmother had seen to that - so she was rather looking forward to playing chaperone to Tintagel's prom, especially because the theme was meant to be so elaborate. She'd arrived a bit earlier to help with what she could in setting up before returning home to get ready. Now, wearing solid white, Sarah had returned and managed to drag her husband along with her.

Proms were intended to be fun, and she wasn't about to go alone, so she had brought Jareth. Besides, they always needed more chaperones, as most of the faculty was less than trustworthy at times. Sarah's gaze kept sweeping the room, but she wasn't going to be stalkerish about it. If she saw something getting out of hand she'd intervene, but until then she was merely going to blend in and enjoy prom like she had never gotten to before.

Twisting the glass of whatever fruity concotion it was, Sarah kept a rather regal smile on her face as she sidestepped a couple of students who were just coming in and moved to stand beside Jareth. She had made sure that her drink had not been spiked in any way before even picking it up off the tray, so she took a drink and smiled to herself at the flavor.

"See? Prom isn't that bad. You should have seen the masquerade one they had last year." Sarah said quietly with a knowing smirk on her features.

[Andrina]

Andrina was nervous. Which really was a marvel given the fact that she'd spent the last two weeks or so as in some kind of psychotic haze that forbid her from feeling as sort of negative emotion. It had taken a bit after Redd's magic took hold to understand what had happened, but over the past few days she'd been putting it together, bit by bit, each memory causing he new grief. She recalled waking up the morning after her intoxicated....shall we call it....occasion with Mumble, after she had drunken wished her pain away, happy. Really really very happy. At first it seemed nice, just to be blissfully happy for a moment, but then the pain set in. Andy flinched at the mere thought of such agony. Her dazed self had no choice, but to react positively to the torture, but oh what torture it was. Then there where the acts she had committed while under this dilution. Flashes of her advances on Mumble (something she blushed to realized she'd really enjoyed despite the fact that she would never go about things like that sane), pulling Rene underwater and nearly downing her (but really, even now she was having a hard time believing that everybody can't breathe underwater), and giggling at things that should never invoke such joy. Thing like her blood being sputtered from her lips. She grimaced as a images of her blood soaked fingers raced through her mind. How could this have happened? How couldn't she have not found a way to fix this? How could she put Mumble through this?

Mumble. Where was he? Was he okay? She could remember that night clearer now and it almost seemed as if they were actually going to be okay. She tried not to get her hopes up, but all things aside, she cared about him and she had some things to explain. She'd heard people talking about him having sleeping troubles and she dared to think that most of them where her fault. And what about his signing? What about Redd? Andy was shaking just thinking about all the things she could have done to him in her mental state without her knowing....or caring. Andy had woken with a nurse over her after she passed out in Mumble's dorm. The lady had been shouting something about sedation as the manic blonde happily galloped out the door. Andy assumed thats probably where he'd hoped she'd been and hence the reason why she hasn't seen him. Oh God, let that be it. She had a sinking feeling that something awful had happened to him and, damnit, she was too crazy to do anything about it before! Well now she was going to do her best to fix it. First things first, find Mumble. And if Andy knew Mumble like she thought she did, there was absolutely no way he was missing a dance.

The young woman was dressed up like some kind of Bond girl, which was good on account that that was exactly what she was going for. This was a casino royal party after all and, since she couldn't very well pull of James Bond, she went for the next best thing. She was clearly a super spy in disguise, short cut blond wig and all. Her white cocktail dress fit her well and was tasteful, yet rather sexy. She had white and silver pumps to match and an array of expensive looking silver jewelry. She was actually a princess after all, despite the image she gave herself, and she had the money to afford these things. Not that she'd fault her money really ever, but being a Bond girl meant looking somewhat expensive.

The pretty blonde weaved her way through incoming students to make her way into the building quicker. This was an awful idea given her talent for tripping and the fact that she was wearing heels. Still, she managed to make it inside without completely wiping out and ruining her dress. She was handed a wad of fake cash which she absentmindedly took, though she tried to figure what the point was. Whats the fun in gambling if you take out the potential risk of losing real money? This was the stupidest idea really, but that wasn't important. Right now, it was important to find Mumble and try to explain some things quickly. She wasn't sure why, but she felt like she was set on a alarm and time was running out...

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[door]

Door's Pretty Pretty Outfit[/u]

Door had been really excited about Prom for a few weeks. She very rarely got the chance to calm down and have fun and this was all set up to be one of those evenings. No blind date business to clog up the fun, hopefully no Cupid bull. She even had a date this time around - someone she knew she would have a fantastic time with and she could be effortlessly happy around.

Plum was sort of fantastic that was.

She was fairly concerned about her date though. Over text, Plum had mentioned that something had happened recently that made her sick/sort of screwed with her magic. Door knew how important Plum's magic was to her, how totally integral it was to her being, and how difficult it might have been for her to deal with more issues after just getting over the other ones she had.

But Plum assured her that she would be just fine, so Door allowed herself some excitement. The place looked amazing, complete with a mobbed-up lookin guy handing you some money. The dance floor looked cool and even the drinks looked real.

Door smiled and turned to her date. "What do you wanna do first? Grab a fake martini? Play a hand of Texas Hold Em? Or boogie?"

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Plum found it surprising that she wasn’t feeling as horrible as she had expected. Though that could be due to the cold medicine she’d taken. She hadn’t wanted to be completely miserable and sneezing and coughing all over the place at prom and so far it was working. After she’d woken up at the hospital she had been moderately okay and she’d been discharged in no time. The doctors couldn’t exactly fix her magic for her and that was the only thing that was wrong. She had been very close to dying actually, but it would have been worth it. Saving another life was worth the sickness.

Anyway, she was bound and determined to have a fun night at prom, even if she was a bit drugged. She had gotten a lovely dress and gone to salon earlier that day to get her hair done. She couldn’t very well have done her own hair without magic. That would have been disastrous. And she couldn’t help but feel like a million dollars when she was all dolled up like this and attending the prom with Door. Honestly, what could be more fun than that?

She looked over at Door with a smile. “Well I’m notorious for being horrible at any and all card games but I won’t object if you want to play. I’m willing to gamble away my fake money.” As long as the money was fake she didn’t have a problem losing it.

[tailung]

Prom. The very word was almost enough to make Tai Lung visibly cringe. It used to fill his head with images of giggly, preppy, air-headed girls. Now that view was different, but it was still equally bad. After going to this school for just a short time, Tai Lung quickly came to realize that school dances usually equaled violence (physical, magical, whatever) and/or general chaos. Not to mention that last time there was a dance, Shifu had set him up on a blind date with a blond brat of a girl. The Master had probably tried something similar this time, but if he had, nothing must have come of it, as Tai Lung hadn't heard anything (thankfully).

So why was he here? Well, the whole casino night theme had just been too much to resist, so here he was, dressed in a ridiculous, uncomfortable tuxedo, but actually having a decent amount of - as much as it hurt him to even think the word - fun (possibly because there weren't too many people actually there yet to cause chaos). Tai Lung had gotten off to a good start. He'd arrived pretty early, and was already fairly close to having doubled the amount of 'money' he'd started with. It was, however, time for him to cut his losses for this round.

"Fold," he said neutrally, carelessly tossing his cards face down onto the table in front of him.

[kevin]

Kevin had been to plenty of parties before, but a lot of them had been with stuffy scientists that wanted to talk to her the entire night about her birds or would glare at her from across the room because she was far too young to be an accomplished scientist. Those were the ones Kevin happily told to go to hell.

Her outfit was one she had thrown together at the last moment, as she couldn't decide on what color to wear. So she'd worn them all, of course, as that was the only option. She wouldn't wear black (except to a funeral) and she wouldn't wear white (except to her wedding) so that left all the other colors in her dress. She wasn't trying to fit in with the casino theme, and as always she strived to stand out from everyone else. Needless to say she probably did.

Stretching, Kevin stood near the doors with a glass of some fake alcohol in her hand and watching the party very cautiously. She wanted Dug to show up. She'd merely assumed they were going together, even if she hadn't asked him formally or anything. They always came to these things together, right? Right. So what made this any different? Although Kevin was still uncertain whether he had forgiven her for leaving so abruptly. She couldn't apologize enough.

A smile plastered across her face, she waited to see if her best friend in the entire world would show up.

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Sunny didn't know the first thing about playing cards, and apparently, she didn't know anything about spies and espionage either. Most people were wearing tasteful, classy things in black and white with the occasional red (and that one girl who looked like she had forced herself into a parrot). Sunny felt vastly out of place. Not under-dressed, the outfit she had put together was nice enough, she just felt like she stuck out a bit. And she was early, too. She wasn't supposed to meet Beowulf for another...four minutes.

She tugged at one of her earrings anxiously, and hoped she wasn't in anyone's way. She was standing in the middle of the floor, but there were chairs all along the walls and she didn't want to stand on one of them...and if she sat down, Beowulf might not be able to find her. So standing in the middle of the floor seemed to be her best option. She just hoped that no one would run into her or stomp on her as they rushed towards one of the game tables. There was also a mean-looking bouncer man at the door, and Sunny tried not to attract his attention.

Her shoulders were cold. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd worn her hair up; it was so long that she usually just braided it or let it fall straight down. Tonight, it was in about five different braids, each wrapped up onto the top of her head to form a spiraled sort of crown. (It looked somewhat outrageous, but thankfully, no one told her that). She stood, willing herself to leave her hands at her sides and not do anything embarrassing like hug herself or pull at her hair.


Outfit: here

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Beowulf was not looking forward to prom. Of course not. That would be absurd. Who wanted to go to prom dressed up in fancy clothes that you actually like (though sadly lacking in leather) and attending with a pretty girl. Okay, Beowulf might have been looking forward to prom a little bit. But only a little bit. He still pretty much hated it and hoped he wouldn’t have to dance because he didn’t know how to dance the way the people here danced. He didn’t understand it one bit. And he was a man with pride.

Okay, he might dance if Sunny wanted to. Maybe. He’d consider it. Probably.

Anyway, thanks to Door he had found a pair of comfortable black pants and an nice shirt. He had even found a nice jacket, even if it did have a zipper. As stupid and absurd as they were, it would have been a pain to button all those buttons. He had decided against the tie for two reasons. The first being that it didn’t seem to fit his outfit. The second being that he had no idea how to tie a tie, so it was easier not to wear one. And of course, the whole outfit was not complete without his black high-top converse.

So Beowulf was finally here at prom, looking for Sunny when he spotted her in her yellow dress. And it amused him to see her wear yellow when her name was Sunny. So he walked over to her, albeit awkwardly. He really wasn’t sure what to do. So he just went on instinct. He stopped in front of her, still awkwardly and said her name, “Sunny.” Then he bowed, because it seemed liked the proper thing to do. Straightening up he felt as if he should say something else. Though he wasn’t quite sure what to say. This was awkward and beginning to make him uncomfortable.

[door]

Door smiled brightly and hooked arms with her friend. "Come on. Let's get a fake drink and then hit the tables." This was exactly what they both needed. Some chilled out time with friends and good music. Plus, games of chance that didn't require they lose any real money. Serious bonus.

Door bellied up to the bar and smiled at the tender. She signaled for two drinks and smiled to her friend. "I've heard good things about the whole synthenol thing. Maybe it'll be yummy." She shrugged her shoulders and took the glass the tender offered her. She turned and pushed her back against the bar, looking around.

She spotted her would-be favorite couple and her smile widened. She leaned over towards Plum, yelling a bit to be heard over the music. "See them? That's Beowulf and Sunny. Our goal for the evening is to force them into a romantic situation." she winked at Plum before taking her hand and leading her towards the tables.

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Giselle wasn’t really sure what prom was, but it sounded just lovely! There was supposed to be dancing and Giselle loved dancing almost as much as she loved singing! It was supposed to be some kind of party type thing and there was some kind of theme, but Giselle wasn’t really sure what it meant. She just knew that she needed to make a lovely new dress!

And now that she was here at prom, in the lovely dress she had made out of some fabric that had happened to be laying around. She had gotten her bird friends to help her with her hair before she came and she was just so very excited! And she’d been handed some kind of money when she’d walked in from the man who was handing out money to everyone. Giselle made sure to thank him and tell him that he looked very nice and how she hoped he would have fun too. He had only stared back at her, though Giselle couldn’t figure out why. Oh well. She looked around to see if anyone she knew was here. She was very disappointed to discover that Lottie, Alyss and Bartok were not here. It was especially disappointing that Bartok wasn’t here yet, because he was her very very best friend, but maybe he just hadn’t gotten there yet! Yes, that must be it.

She looked around the room again, trying to decide what she wanted to do when she saw the boy from detention sitting at one of the tables. She decided she would go talk to him so she hurried over to the table and took the seat next to him. “Hello, again,” she chirped brightly. “It’s so lovely to see you again. This looks like a fun game. I don’t know how to play. Is it hard?” Giselle had never played cards in her life and thinking that Tai Lung was her friend (because who didn’t want to friends with her?) she thought that maybe he would help her out.

[dug]

Dug had actually gone to a decent amount of effort to look nice for this prom thing. He'd actually pulled the fancy (uncomfortable) clothes out from the back of his closet a few daysbefore the day of the dance, as shocking as that was, and he'd actually had it dry cleaned.. For absolutely no reason except for using up as much of his father's money as he could (well, within reason).

Nobody would be able to say it hadn't paid off, though. The white tuxedo he wore was blindingly bright, and the saleslady he had talked to when shopping for a tie had said that the metallic blue one (that he'd ended up buying) brought out the blue hints in his eyes, which were normally more grey. Dug had even gotten his hair to look neat and in order. In short, it was every bit the rich-kid-at-the-casino look. Hopefully Kevin would like it. Assuming she actually came, that is. Dug really didn't know what he would do if she didn't come.

He didn't have to wait very long to find out if she had, though, since she was standing right by the doors. Trying to be inconspicuous, he went through the doors just as another group of students went in, but then quickly slipped behind her and covered her eyes with his hands before she could see him. In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea; hopefully Kevin wouldn't throw the drink on him. That would be bad.

[kevin]

SIghing softly, Kevin took another drink from the glass in her hand, swirling the pink and red liquid in the crystal goblet for a moment, her gaze momentarily leaving the doors as a crowd of people passed by. Perhaps Dug wouldn't come. It was silly, the way they kept playing around each other like this. Kevin wanted to do something about it - but she didn't know what, or if she had the actual courage to. She could face down velociraptors of course, but facing Dug was another story.

Hands closed over her eyes and she sloshed part of her drink down her front with a sharp gasp as the cold icy drink hit her skin and spilled down her dress - it managed to stick to the black part, however, and only darkened the material. She gave a bit of a shiver and a wicked grin splashed across her lips.

"For the person - who I suspect is dashing blonde that I'm quite fond of - who has their hands over my eyes, I am not below on using an ice cold drink as a weapon on someone else other than my own self."

[Deleted]

Cinderella had barely been at the school five minutes and already there was a ball, a ball that absolutely noone was stopping her go to, no less! She wasn't entirely sure that her social debut should take place so publically, that perhaps she should make a few friends before attending such a crowded event, but it was too late for that now, she was almost there.

She was wearing a dress she'd made herself, a simple affair in blue - she liked blue, it suited her colouring. She worried that it wasn't elaborate or pretty enough for the party, that the other girls would all be much more beautiful, much more feminine, but it was all she could do in the time she had, she didn't have any mice to help her here.

Stepping into the large room, she looked around in amazement, never having seen anything so utterly wonderful in all her life. She was immediately overcome by shyness and awe, hardly daring to move. What on earth was she doing here? How could she possibly hope to fit in amongst surroundings so splendid?