witchesreign | homecoming dance!

[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.

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[Sollux nods, and thinks for a moment.]

Well, mothtly I jutht thtick to programming, and playing a few gameth now and then. I gueth I'm a bit interethted in ruinth and thtuff too... but I haven't done much involving that thinthe Aradia... Y'know.

[Not wanting to make this all glum, he quickly reassumes a cheerful tone and continues.]

Ath for the Hive Thtemth... They're interethting. Motht of the trollth who live in them jutht keep to themthelveth though. Probably cauthe thothe are the only kindth of trollth who can live nearby without killing each other. Or at leatht making a meth of their quadrentth... [He chuckles a bit at this.]

[Nepeta nodded in understanding, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit of guilt. Sure, that had been long ago when she had been moirails with Equius so she shouldn't feel responsible for Vriska's actions but she felt bad just the same.

His next comment, however, brought a wry smile to her face.]

I think that's a constant no matter what the species--at least the latter. There always seems to be some kind of romance or drama happening around here. And when not there is Miss Tattler who like to make up stuff and post it to the network.

[Nepeta couldn't claim to be the biggest fan of Miss Tattler because her upkeep on the relationships was just atrocious]

What got you into that stuff. The purrogramming I mean?

[Sollux laughs a little at that. Somethings never change, even from timeline to timeline. Or dimension. Or whatever this qualifies as.]

Thoundth interethting to thay the leatht.

[At her other question, he grins wide and chuckles.]

That'th a bit of a long thtory really... My luthuth needth to eat mind honey, right? Tho I needed to keep a bunch of beeth, to keep him under control and keep the other trollth from yelling at me. Ath I figured out how to organithe them better, one of the other trollth there thowed me a little about apiculture networkth, and I figured out a bunch of other thtuff to uthe the beeth for, to run computerth and therverth and thtuff. It jutht kind of... went from there I gueth.

[So it was largely due to his lusus. Nepeta couldn't help but admire that. Most of what he mentioned still largely flew over her head. Equius had tried several times to teach her about robotics but she had never really been able to grasp it--and even then Equius' and Sollux's fields were vastly different. At least she was certain they were. To some degree Nepeta couldn't help but be a little envious. She wished she had something she was that talented in.]

That's purrty amazing. [She spoke sincerely and gave him a small smile, and of course she couldn't help but tease him a little] And it's kinda cute that you got into it to help out your lusus like that.

[Sollux would pause for a moment, then blush rather noticeably at that last comment and chuckle.]
Ehehe... I thuppothe. What about you? I don't really know much about what you do all the time. Or did, I thuppothe.
[All Sollux really knew about her, hobby-wise, was that she enjoyed painting her walls with the blood of dead animals, and roleplaying. He was sure there was more to her than that, since his most reliable source had been Karkat after all, and he may have been a tad biased due to the cat-troll's infatuation with him. Briefly Sollux wonders if this, too, is still a thing. Perhaps he'll ask at some point.]

[Nepeta actually had to think about that. She had learn over the perigrees how simple a life she had truly led]

To be honest, back home on Alternia, I didn't really do a lot. Since I lived out in the wild a lot of my day to day lifestyle was just doing everything I needed to survive. Hunting food, finding ways to preserve it, making sure my cave was purroperly purrtected, foraging, making tools. That kind of stuff.

But I did like talking with everyone when I had the chance, and I did like roleplaying. [She laughed a little] And shipping. I loved shipping people. I use to have a wall in my cave where I had every pawsible combination of all our furriends and kept track of what was canon and what wasn't.

[So part of it was true then. He didn't know about the shipping though. He thought that was actually kind of interesting... if a bit odd. He nods as she speaks, wondering to himself what was marked down for him and Aradia... and then quickly getting off that train of thought before it crashed into depression station.]
That'th... different I thuppothe. Do you thtill do that? The thipping I mean.

homecoming dance!

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