HOMECOMING DANCE 2019!!

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homecoming dance

what's up?

It’s raining tonight, which would make an outdoor dance inconvenient if this weren’t a school for wizards. The Central Green is the site of tonight’s Homecoming Dance, and Student Council and Homecoming Committee made extra sure everything above was watertight. Any loitering students are kicked out of the area by mid-morning today so dance setup can begin. While decorative malfunctions and diva meltdowns from freshmen slightly complicate things, it all comes together in the end and things are ready to go with plenty of time left before the dance is set to start.

Cardboard walls painted with magical sci fi murals ⁠— animated scenes of aliens, robots, giant radioactive ants and other cosmic horrors ⁠— have been stuck up at all park entrances, filtering students in through Central Classrooms. Overhead, rain drops splatter against magic shielding. The cloudy sky is supplemented by black cloth canopies painted with glittering galaxies. CDs and other swag bag goodies float in the air just beneath, made to look like planets and comets against a starry sky. Throughout the Green there are robots and aliens crafted from cardboard and covered in googly eyes. The existing flagstone patios have been expanded with temporary wooden platforms for attendees to dance and mingle without getting their shoes dirty.

visuals!

volunteer slots!

An extremely brave little Muscheron asks Armani for a dance. You'll probably have to hold them in the palm of your hand, Armani.

In honor of the newest interstellar visitor, Mr. Hobgood is dressed as a comet tonight. It's a great look but the tail is quite cumbersome, and [CHARACTER B] trips over it on the dance floor.

Willow Quackenbush discovers the pod people pods are big enough to climb into and crawls inside one intent on spooking any canoodling couples. Their plan goes awry though when they get stuck and need to be rescued by Lionel Lovelace.

how this works!

⬥ The dance starts at 7PM and goes until 10PM.

⬥ There's an RNG game — test your shooting skills and accuracy in a Men in Black style shooting gallery. We will roll up to three times.

⬥ Here is a playlist to dance and get abducted to for your listening pleasure.

locations!

⬦ BEFORE THE DANCE: The Central Green has been blocked off since this morning, and the first attendees aren’t allowed in until 7PM. What did you get up to before the dance? Were you helping to set up or perfecting your costume make up? Student Council and Homecoming Committee members definitely had a bit of a panic this afternoon trying to make sure everything was water tight. This is a great spot for dorm or house/year prep threads. Tell us what you were doing!


⬦ ENTRANCE: CRASHING STARSHIP: With the Central Green blocked off for the dance tonight, the only convenient way to get in is through Central Classrooms. The lobby of Peckenpaugh’s main academic building has been transformed. Students enter into a narrow starship hallway, gunmetal gray and lines with pipes and knobs, blinking buttons and flashing lights. Upon closer inspection, the whole thing is crafted from cardboard, CDs and office supplies painted or charmed to look like spaceship parts. Streams of foggy mist shoot from the pipes intermittently. Periodically, the walls shudder and a series of pre-recorded sound clips play: clanging sounds, explosions, faint screams, animalistic roaring, and every two minutes a freshman voice fills the narrow path to announce: “DECOMPRESSION IMMINENT. PLEASE PROCEED TO EVACUATION PODS.” There are three ways to go: left or right take you to the restrooms, straight leads you out into the Central Green and the dance proper. Right at the sliding door entrance, there are bins of bubble guns that look like ray guns.

⬦ RNG GAME: ALIEN SHOOTING GALLERY: Veer down the left hall once you enter central classrooms and the starship hall will lead you straight to one of the first floor club rooms, which has been made into a dark room shooting gallery made up to look like a harried city street in the midst of an alien invasion. Toy laser guns will track your score as you fight off Alien Overlord Doug Bobson and his minions (and try to avoid hitting civilians!).

⬦ DANCE FLOOR: ABDUCTION CENTRAL: Looking to dance? A large low wooden patio has been set up, painted green with crop circle-like patterns across the width of it. Fog spills out over the floor and an eclectic selection of danceable tunes thrum from all around. The dance floor is bathed in green lights, bordered by street signs warning of UFO ACTIVITY, E.T. CROSSING and ABDUCTION ZONEs. Overhead, little UFOs made from frisbees fly around. Some of them have tiny toy cows made from stress balls floating beneath them as though being abducted. All of them shine beams of light down on dancers.

⬦ SNACK BAR: ALIEN GARDEN: One side of the large flagstone patio near the Central Classrooms entrance has been made up to look like an elaborate alien garden complete with a bubbling stream of green punch that gathers into a basin on the table’s far side. Nab extraterrestrial themed sweets and finger foods from bowls and plates made to look like strange plants, flowers, rocks and hatched alien eggs. Opposite the snack bar there are a few sleek metal tables seating two to four easily.


⬦ THE SURLY STUMP: CLASSIFIED UFO CRASH SITE: The Surly Stump has been given a wide enclosure tonight to protect it from rambunctious teens, the space is made up to look like a cordoned off government investigation site. It gives the Muscheron a bit of a platform to observe the festivities, and they’ve gotten in on it, firing off occasional clouds of colorful pollen and spores. Not far off, most of a large UFO crash landing site has been built from paper mache and repurposed balloon letter frames. It’s great for a photo op, or just fooling around on.

⬦ THE PARK: ALIEN HATCHERY: If you're looking for a secluded spot, a short wander off the path will bring you through dense fog to a clearing filled with rows and rows of lightly glowing alien eggs and the occasional person-sized pod person pod. A few benches dot this eerily beautiful spot. A great place to give your date the creeps.

⬦ END OF THE NIGHT: The dance wraps up around 10PM and students can head back to their dorms for the night. After tear down of the dance, Ms. Gunzenhauser invites any interested Student Council or Homecoming Committee members to get a late night snack at Dez's, her treat.

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

Comments

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[princeofcat]

Although he has the eagle eyes to spot a snitch across the field, Tybalt hadn't noticed the fangs until he comes closer. And then, predictably, he's delighted. Eddy doesn't need to say anything with a swagger, Tybalt has the smirk covered. There's so many choices now. Many of them interesting.

Right now, he squints, and dips his head so it's right under Eddy's, looking up. "Pointers." He says, this time not bothering to sound anything less than delighted, "Which is what vampires call them."

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[quidditched]

In Tybalt's defense, it's dark out. And there's absolutely no reason to be expecting this classmate/ex-teammate/?friend?/??non??-human disaster to actually have fangs.

Eddy's momentarily clueless to what he did to trigger such mirth and when Tybalt goes low, Eddy instinctively tilts his chin high, looking down at him past his nose. The reason for Tybalt's sudden delight becomes clear shortly. It hadn't been an intentional play on words, but then it never is. He presses his tongue against one of the (very fake) fangs self-consciously, then covers his mouth with his hand, turning his head away.

Eddy gets a lot of 'dark and mysterious' mileage out of just being deeply awkward. Highly debatable if that's working for him tonight. A drawn out pause as he stumbles for a response makes his next words unintentionally dramatic. "..Guess we both have secrets."

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[princeofcat]

But Eddy does have some mystery to him. It's not in spite of his being shy, but rather because of it. He's bashful, awkward, certainly, but he pushes through that to say things like...well that. And he remembered to wear fangs. There's enough to be curious about that Tybalt pushes forward.

Literally, because he makes a soft, protesting noise and reaches out to take Eddy's hand and move it away from his face. "You said I could check." Is his rather childish excuse.

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[quidditched]

He had said that. And he had worn fangs. And it all feels very brazen now that Tybalt is right there pulling his hand away and not just giving him a punch of comradery in the shoulder.

What the hell was he thinking.

He momentarily considers opening his mouth wide and saying 'ahh' so Tybalt can perform his inspection, and his mouth does hang open dumbly for a few seconds as he very visually short circuits. The fangs are exposed, but that isn't what he'd meant when he'd said those things to try to impress a boy he thought was cute, and he's pretty sure that isn't what Tybalt means either.

Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit. For all his thinking, he hadn't thought things through this far.

Something about their feet must be very interesting because Eddy glances down at them again. He doesn't pull away though. Instead, "gonna make the minion jealous," he warns in an awkwardly earnest tone as he looks up at Tybalt again. Just really nailing this whole thing.

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[princeofcat]

He's patient. He tilts his head far enough to know there really are fangs (plastic fangs,) but he doesn't back off, either. He waits, his little smile patient, if mischievous. He doesn't, for all his games, really want to scare Eddy away. That wouldn't be the point of this at all. It's a very gentle balance right now.

And what Tybalt does with gentle balances is either dance along the razor's edge or fall directly on to it, nothing in between. He's not sure which he's doing, when he closes too much of the space between himself and Eddy, ostensibly so he can reach to whisper into his ear. One eye surveys the minion, his now-rival. "You know. If we go into the pod. He won't be able to find us."

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[quidditched]

For all his nerves, this particular assurance does make Eddy snort softly. The last time he was this close to a boy was a rather disasterous round of Spin The Bottle during eighth grade. Not for lack of wanting. Just, Eddy was cursed with always thinking too much. Even now, with Tybalt right in his ear, thoughts and self-doubts whirl themselves into a cacophany where no single strand can easily be pulled out.

"True," he agrees, unmoving. Wyatt had said once that if Eddy spent so much time thinking instead of kissing, he wasn't doing it right. That seemed true too. But— But—

"Like your shirt," he says suddenly, apropos of nothing at all, and yet it's the one thought he can settle on, fingers twisting up the familiar and beloved NASA logo as he presses his lips with abrupt uncertainty against Tybalt's.

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[princeofcat]

And embarrassingly, of course, the first thing Tybalt thinks about is how Lydia had told him he looked terrible. Who's wrong now. He'll rub it in later. Anyway. It's a good thing that his mouth is otherwise occupied, or there would be an incredibly unattractive victory smirk crossing his entire face right now. As it is, he lets his arms loop around Eddy's neck, hopefully leaving no doubt.

His tongue is delightfully poked by a fake fang, and he smiles into the kiss. "Vampire." He mumbles, victorious.

THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion

[quidditched]

There are bolts of anxiety moving through Eddy at any given moment, but at least now they have a focus. On preserving this connection for as long as possible. This isn't like Quidditch though, where Eddy's done it all so many times that instincts automatically take over and he knows exactly how to move his body or where his hands ought to go. The goal of keeping Tybalt close is simple enough though, and the hand not already occupied with stretching out the front of Tybalt's shirt fumbles its way to his waist, drawing him closer.

The cacophony is still there, but it eases considerably with every reassuring movement Tybalt makes. Do vampires growl? Fuck, apparently they do now, as it's too late to take back the low sound Eddy makes at Tybalt's goading. Fangs were perhaps a dangerous addition to inexperience, but he follows Tybalt's lead as best he can, careful not to do too much damage to the other boy. "Mystery solved." The soft uptick of his voice makes it more question than statement.