homecoming dance!

[wrnpcs]

[Balamb Garden has taken off around the Balamb coastline! The seaside and clear night sky can be seen through the windows and from the balconies. The halls are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the happily decorated ballroom located on the second floor.

[At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. The Headmaster speaks to the Garden.]

The Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The ball will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

The ball and its festivities tonight are being sponsored very generously by the Garden Festival Committee.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building.

[Within the ballroom, there is a stationary stand for punch and food, as well as roaming caterers offering drinks (grape juice) and canapes.]

Voting is now closed. There is a thread here for announcing and crowning the winners; on-lookers are free to react in the thread.

Attendance is entirely optional, so with most of the faculty at the dance, characters are free to roam the rest of the school! However, as Balamb Garden is flying around the Balamb coastline, they will not be able to leave (unless you can fly or really like heights and don't mind injuries...), and any characters left behind will be stranded for a few hours.

Comments

[subjected]

[ That dress... strongly reminds Claire of broken things- electronic screens shattered but still receiving power, an entire box full of multicolored paints spilled out onto the floor, expensive pigments irretrievably ruined, flashes of color caused by too-strong blows to the head....

She has to wonder about the sanity of one who would choose to wear such a thing, idly entertaining the irrational concern that if she were to get too close, her own dress might inherit some of the too-bright hues. As such, she makes no effort to approach from her station a few feet away, knowing too by both instinct and experience alike that a conversation with Sharpay may quickly turn to an experience she finds herself regretting. ]

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Oh, Claire, you are too close for Sharpay to not talk to you. With a bright smile and a napkin of canapes, she heads over.] Hi! Have you tried the bacon wrapped asparagus? It's pretty good. [And in case she hasn't, Sharpay offers the napkin forward, though not quite into Claire's personal space yet. Or at least, what Sharpay thinks Claire's personal space is, which is a normal person's personal space.]

[subjected]

[ Well... damn. Claire holds her composure, though it's a veneer that's thin if hopefully enough to convince all but the most extremely perceptive. She's certainly had plenty of practice. ]

No thank you. [ (Ew, ew, ew.) ] I don't eat bacon.