New Moore 103rd Homecoming Ball

[veryproud]

Who: Everyone.
What: The fancy anniversary/homecoming ball.
When: Saturday evening, November 9th.
Where: Four Saison's Ballroom.



[ You made it to the ball. Presumably, you will have an awesome time and/or be completely miserable.

Through the doors is a giant dancefloor, with a small orchestra on stage. They're playing beautiful music and later in the evening they'll be replaced with a DJ who will then pump up some sick beats. You can be like hot damn that's my jam.

This ball is full of fancy decorations, fine dining, dancing of all sorts, alcohol??, tears, everyone trying to look their best, and Dinkerton wearing a golden crown and high-fiving a crowned Coulson. The tables are circling the dance floor if you're going to sit down the entire time or you need to eat that food. ]

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SHESKA

[librariansheart]

[The ballroom is filled with people, swirling color, laughter, music... To tell the truth, it's a bit overwhelming. Sheska is here with The Once-ler, dressed to the nines in a lovely gown and white gloves, nervous as anything underneath the bashful glow. She spends a lot of time with her date, but can also be found on her own from time to time, resting while he dances with someone else, sipping a drink on the sidelines and shyly watching the other party-goers with the air of someone certain that this is all some marvelous dream that could vanish at any moment.]

[thneed]

[ He slides back over to her-- and swiftly removes the drink from her hands and simply replaces it with a newer one, placing the old one down on the nearest surface and then folding his hands behind his back. He rocks on the balls of his feet, humming along to whatever music is playing at the time. ]

Whatchaaa doin' over here?

AISLING

[coimiceoir]

[A familiar little girl runs through the crowd, dodging around dancers, snitching snacks from the tables of refreshments and generally enjoying herself thoroughly. She's wearing a yellow gown made by the inestimable Lady Ukraine, and has her hair braided up and everything - a far cry from the tunic and leg wraps she usually wears. She even keeps her climbing of the structural supports to a minimum for the evening. Anyone can find her. Just follow the sounds of laughter~]

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

[Ianto does manage to find her eventually, and he offers the yellow-dressed lady a slight bow with his arm tucked to his chest and a smile.]

May I have this dance?

MILES MORALES

[badtaste]

[At some point towards the end of the night, Miles loses track of Katie - Kate - Bishop. The tux Gwen picked out for him is slightly too big, but he looks good, if a little lonely, as he sits by himself at one of the tables surrounding the dance floor. He's either doing something on his phone or watching people dance.]

[andagoodsoldier]

[Jason throws himself into the chair across from Miles, managing by some miracle combination of reflexes and skill not to spill any of the punch out of the cups he's holding. He shoves the one he isn't keeping for himself in front of the kid then leans back to take a breather.

He's a little out of breath from hurrying back to the dance, and his clothes are disheveled in a suspicious way: tie loosened, shirt partially untucked, hair in disarray...

But Jason isn't paying attention to how he looks. He's somewhat unnerved from his conversation with Coulson earlier, and now he's planning on getting shitfaced and dealing with it tomorrow. The only thing that can ruin his plan is if someone pukes on him, because vomit ruins all plans.]

[tookthename]

[Carol is standing off to the side of the dance floor, keeping an eye out for any trouble. Even though she is not dancing she does seem to be enjoying herself. Her dress is royal blue and she is wearing heels, so she can see over most of the crowd.]

8]

[brotimaeus]

[Bro is just going to casually sidle up beside her... and cup a hand over her ass.

Just like old times.]

Hey, babe. Lookin' fine.

JASON TODD

[andagoodsoldier]

[The party is in full swing now after the King and Queen have been crowned. Jason idly pretends to drink his obscenely alcoholic punch as he surveys the scene and decides, yeah, it's time - Gwen and Miles are dancing somewhere along the opposite edge of the room and he'll never get a better chance at this. He heads towards the bathrooms, then past them and out the front lobby, abandoning his nearly-full cup on a coffee table that someone has commandeered for beer pong as he goes.

Once outside he loosens his tie because the damn thing has been strangling him all night, and then he checks for the trolley which - he checks his phone - should be coming around now. He hears the bell announcing its arrival. Bingo.

After that it doesn't take long to find himself at the high school. The security here isn't exactly state-of-the-art so it only takes him a few minutes to get inside, and it would have taken him even less time if he'd been willing to muss up his suit, but it's a rental and he's got to bring it back to the shop in the morning.

He makes his way to where he'd found the shop class when he'd scouted the place a few days earlier - the only day Jason had actually attended school - and unlocks the door with the same ease as the others. He makes sure it closes silently behind him before turning to survey the various power tools and construction equipment. Fucking jackpot. He gives himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of success that the first part of his plan has gone off without a hitch.

Then he gets to work. The next phase of construction on the jasoncave his apartment requires some heavy soddering but damn that band saw is a sexy piece of machinery.]

[veryproud]

[ Jason didn't go unnoticed. He was being tailed.

No, just kidding. Coulson needed to go back to the school right after getting the crown to play musical cars because Dinkerton and himself both hitched a ride there with another teacher and that guy wants to call it a night early. So hop in the car with this loser, get his own car, drive back to the hotel, and continue the party was the plan Coulson had.

And catching someone breaking in was a happy accident. But Jason doesn't need to know that. Coulson's just going to make it look like he was on to the guy the entire time. There is no way he's not taking the opportunity to put this James Bond tux to good use. Sue him.

dun da da da na da da ba dun da da da ba da da da DUUUUN NAAAAA DA DA DA...

After waiting for Jason to get his sigh of relief of having successfully broken in, Coulson went around and took a second entrance into the room, being as silent as multiple training in being silent would allow, and took a seat on an empty table. Then cleared his throat. ]

Can you even carry that?

BRO STRIDER

[brotimaeus]

[Between harassing dancing with Carol and making himself scarce at odd occasions (sorry, were you looking at him? He's not there anymore), Bro is being his usual elusive self, as tends to be the case in large social situations.

But maybe, if you're quick, you can catch him when he's suspiciously eyeing the punch or picking at a bit of food he swiped when he started to feel peckish. Every now and then he can be spotted running one finger distractedly around the inside of the collar of the snappy suit he's been persuaded into.

That collar just can't be tamed.]

[librariansheart]

[Sheska doesn't want to distract him for too long, but how can she not at least say hello? When she has a break, and he's looking over the food, she slips over to him, her skirts and good humor completely ruining any attempt at stealth she might have employed.]

Ah! Mister Strider! It's nice to see you! Are you here with Ms. Danvers? I wouldn't have thought that this would be your style of party, generally.

JAMES POTTER

[braveatheart]

[It is almost a little too strange for adults to be invited to a dance like this, but he'd never really had the chance to enjoy his last school dance and.. well, it wasn't ever day you were able to dress up and take your wife out to a fancy shindig like this.

Pureblood get-togethers were all well and good, but he'd never really... fit in with that crowd, and even less so after he got married.

He's managed to acquire a glass of something that he thinks he could get drunk off just by sniffing it and is standing by one of the tables, resting back against it. He'd decided a tux wasn't really his thing, but is dressed smartly nonetheless.]

Re: JAMES POTTER

[notinthecards]

[Remy had been more daring in his own suit choice, but his advice to James had been much more conservative. These were things you had to ease into.]

How does it compare?

JASON TODD & GWEN STACY (ULT)

[symbioteclone]

Okay, so Miles didn't do so bad on finding Gwen a date. This Jason Todd guy is everything Peter Parker wasn't -- okay, yes, they've both got rented tuxes, but Jason Todd's paired his with combat boots and some disheveled hair. It's... kinda sexy.

And it's almost like he planned it to match her outfit -- a simple enough black dress, with studs on the bodice, paired with her favorite leather jacket and her own pair of worn out combat boots. While it's been great hanging out with Peter and Miles and Gwen at the dance, she's also thinking it might be nice to know more about her date.

As Miles's roommate, he'll be around a lot, she reasons. Best to make sure Miles is in safe hands, she tells herself.

Lies. He's just really cute, and the first guy she's been interested in since Peter Parker died, and goddamnit if she's at a fucking high school dance, she's going to have fun tonight.

She turns to her date. "This dance is pretty lame, isn't it? We oughta walk outside, get away from all of" -- god there's really no words for this hellhole she's in -- "this."

omg he really is the anti-peter parker

[andagoodsoldier]

Jason had really only come here tonight as a favor to Miles, but so far his date - Gwen - had seemed pretty pleasant in a 'fuck the establishment' kind of way. And, hey, he automatically approves of anyone in a formal dress with combat boots.

When she turns to him to suggest their escape he gives her a small smile and raises an eyebrow. He's got some time to kill before heading over to the high school, and she seems pretty interesting from the little time he's spent talking to her. Plus she's smoking hot, and Jason isn't blind.

"Sure, I'm down. Is it okay to leave the kid on his own?" He's surveying the room, picking out Miles relatively easily but seeing no sign of Kate.

LIN BEIFONG

[steelweb]

[The police chief is in attendance, not wearing her uniform for once, but a lovely, elegant grey gown instead. She stays primarily along the sidelines, keeping a close eye on the punch bowl and occasionally patrolling the edges to pause and have a word with the single on-duty cop. The small frown creasing her forehead and her slightly preoccupied air make her somewhat less approachable, but she pauses along one wall with a glass of water every now and then to watch the dance floor.]

Re: LIN BEIFONG

[tookthename]

[Carol falls in step with Lin as she patrols the edges of the dance floor]

How's your night going so far?

JULIE GRIGIO

[redwinekindofgirl]

[Wearing a little pink number, Julie barely recognises herself every time she catches sight of her reflection in a mirror. Dances had never been a thing, really, outside of the bars selling illegal moonshine and pumping out shitty music.

But she's not shy of dancing.

Early in the night she can be found mostly enjoying the orchestral music, but later, when the DJ comes out, she'll be out on the dancefloor with anyone who cares to take a turn on it.]

Alisha Bailey

[easy_a]

[It isn't often that Alisha forgoes the usual urban, trendy, rave-ready style during special events. Perhaps she should do it more often, seeing how well she cleans up. Between her usual, impeccable makeup job, elegant updo, lovely full-length gown and coordinated jewelery, she's truly dressed to kill.

Or receive her fair share of stares. And knock a certain wizard's dapper socks off. Mostly the latter two, as there are a distinct lack of probation workers or mentals with powers. So she hopes.

While she'll be on Sirius' arm the majority of the night, she is thoughtful enough to pry herself away from him so that others may partake in the grandeur that is a suited-up Sirius... or rather, she's off to chat and/or have a dance or two with the few other people she considers friends. Feel free to stop her along the way, or if you fall into the friend category, have at her chattiness and inability to ballroom dance.]

[alwaysimpure]

[Luckily, Sirius isn't especially attached to his socks, especially not if the reason they're being knocked about is the fact that the girl he's with happens to be the most beautiful.

He has told her such, of course, and shown that the words aren't just empty by appreciating her with hands and mouth as much as propriety and her make-up will permit. And that's just on the way here.]

May I have this dance?

[The words are formal enough, his grin less so. But he has learned - even if reluctantly - how to conduct himself.]

ENGLAND

[rule_britannia]

[Looking very dapper indeed, Arthur's sitting at one of the tables with his chin lightly resting on one curled hand, enjoying the orchestral music coming from the stage. He has a date, which is strange in itself, but he hardly expected to be stuck to her all evening.

There's something in the composition currently playing that he recognises, but every time he starts to hum along he misses a note.

Just for a change, nothing seems to be bothering him in the slightest. At the moment, anyway.]

Rapunzel

[tower_bound]

[Arriving on the arm of a particular Arthur Kirkland is New Moore's very own Disney princess (... not that she's aware of that).

Complete care and attention to detail have been put both into her intricate, heavily braided, and flower-adorned hair, which she had spend the better part of the entire day doing; with 70+ feet of hair to be styled, it's no wonder that her morning and afternoon were taken up by working on it. That doesn't even include the lace and satin ballgown she had made and embroidered by hand over the past couple of weeks (based on an illustration she found; thank you, library books).

However, some things never change, and it's probably for the best her dress reaches the ground and them some-- she's still barefoot, and while she knows it probably isn't protocol, she figures it would be much more comfortable to spend the night dancing without the worry of shoe blisters. Luckily, unless someone catches her dress spinning up, those tootsies should stay nice and hidden.

Like so many other events on New Moore, this is also a first for her, in more ways than one; first technical date (even if it is as friends), first time to a fancy anything, first time to a dance, specifically a ball... which also means her first time partner dancing. While she's naturally graceful and light on her feet, it might take her a while to catch on to all the steps. Please bear with her in the meantime, Arthur and whomever else wishes for a chance to dance with the storybook blonde.

...Also, someone try and keep her from pulling every person in arms reach into a dancing circle. Because given her excitement levels, that's really all she wants to do.]

[rule_britannia]

[It's been a long time since Arthur attended a party with a young woman on his arm, and even longer since it wasn't a pairing pushed on by politics or social obligations. He can't help but feel a little proud, really, and a little flattered that she'd accepted the offer.

Even a date as friends is something he hasn't done in quite some time, and since this is a first in so many ways for Rapunzel he's determined to keep an eye on her over the course of the night.

Of course he's going to ask her to dance, and he won't even comment when she steps on his feet - she's so light, and barefoot after all, that he barely feels it. All he does is gently correct her each time, occasionally murmuring the steps aloud for her to follow.]

Cecil's Camcorder

[listenersgoodnight]

[On one of the tables rests a bow-tied camcorder. Next to it is a note that reads: Take turns, film the ball, and you might win a prize from New Moore Community Radio! There are no other instructions.

Don't worry, it's a fairly normal camcorder, if not a rather dapper one. No supernatural hootenanny involved. So have fun, passerby! Everyone loves filming, and you could get paid in a mystery gift if you do so!]

Cecil's Camcorder

[detectivewonder]

[While he isn't dancing, Tim will spend a lot of his time filming the other dancers, after focusing the camera on a sheet of paper with the words I WANT A COPY OF MY FOOTAGE written on it.]

Jack Frost

[freezespirited]

[Shoeless as usual, Jack spends a lot of his time dancing around and laughing, even when he doesn't have a dancing partner. A ball is fun, and there's no way he's standing still for the duration of it. Occasionally, when a slower song plays, he moves off to the side, standing on a table while watching the crowd fondly, hands twitchy and nervously fiddling with his tie. Stupid tie.

He might or might not freeze some of the glasses to the tables.]

[watersacrificed]

[The dress Aqua was wearing was something she had taken a chance on, but Koizumi assured he she looked fine. Other than that she looked like her normal self. She looked around the area, taking note of the decorations and the lack of...talking mice, giant monster pumpkin coaches and how everyone seemed to be doing.

It looked like it would be a lot of fun. Though, unless Koizumi asked her to dance, or anyone else, she would be off to the side and be a wall flower.]

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

[Koizumi, wearing a sharp back suit, with a red vest and tie, had picked Aqua up promptly at five, where he had taken her to a nice Italian place. Dinner had been a quiet, comfortable affair as they casually got to know each other better. They split the bill - though he had offered to pay - and made their way happily to the dance.

Koizumi smiled at Aqua again, leaning in to be heard over the music.] So, what do you think? Anything like back home?

[dontmesswith]

[Rogue wasn't too keen on going to the dance, but she had been dragged along anyway. The dress she wore was nice, certainly making it known to the world that she was a goth chick. She added on black silk, arm length gloves. Since the lycanthropy wore off her mutant powers were back. Better to be safe than have a repeat of what happened with Sirius.

She tucked back her bangs a little, wondering why she didn't put it up like the rest of her hair. Rogue was the type to keep things simple and thought a simple bun would do the trick.

She stayed by the tables, counting down until she could go home.]

[notinthecards]

[Remy was not exactly dressed to match, although their outfits do make an interesting complement to one another. They'd arrived as part of a larger group, and Remy had stayed, chatting with the others, not immediately noticing when she slipped away to the sidelines.

When he did, though, he slipped in her direction, slouching against the wall within easy earshot, almost undoubtedly drawing eyes across the room - his suit was hardly inconspicuous.]

It's not usually a spectator sport, chere.

[cloneororiginal]

[Sarah wasn't at the ballroom yet. Having decided to stop at the bar first just to see how well they could make a rum and coke. Really, it was that simple. Mix rum with coke. Though given that this was a hotel bar, she didn't know how much they on hand. To her surprise they made a pretty decent drink. It was really something to get her into the mood of partying. She hadn't been out since the event ended.

Deciding to go all or nothing, she had her curled and make-up done. between work and taking care of London she managed to find a cute dress with black stockings and matching shoes. The final touch on her was the light red lip gloss she wore, occasionally retouching it when she had.

Once she walked into the ballroom she started to look around to see if she could spot a familiar face.]

Sirius Black

[alwaysimpure]

[Wearing the suit Alisha picked out for him, Sirius feels a bit as if he's dressing as someone else, but he doesn't mind it overly much. It's fun.

Most of the night he's seen somewhere near Alisha, either right by her side, dancing with her, bringing her drinks or just watching her from a bit further away. Rudy's warning is still rather vibrant in his memory.

But of course he also finds the time to talk to friends and lead some of the other ladies on the dance floor. Or gentlemen, really, he doesn't care much about conventions.]

Sirius Black

[notinthecards]

I still think we should have dressed to match, mon ami.

[The night is still young when Remy sidles over, visible from a long way away, showing off as much as he can, although more on the sidelines than the dance floor.]

Shinichi Kudou

[miniholmes]

[ Shinichi is standing away from everyone scratching absently at his arm. He's not fond of social gatherings as he's had far too much of them back home. His parents were very social people that couldn't wait to throw a party or go to a party and unfortunately his mother was very fond of showing him off-which meant that he usually had to tag along. The people were shallow, only out for money and one of them usually wound up dead. ]

[ At least he doesn't have to wear a tie this time and there's the added bonus of matching Sherlock Holmes. ]

[herrin]

[ it's not lost on irene that the two of them match, though she does take a moment to lean down and straighten shinichi's shirt. sorry. poor habit. at the very least, however, they'd all come together - john, sherlock and shinichi; though irene had been planning on coming anyway. ]

You ought to at least pretend you're having fun.

[ she knew she was. for the first time in ages, irene actually felt like herself - she'd splurged on a dress that was eerily similar to one she'd owned in london, done her hair and her makeup. she could almost pretend that she was herself again, rather than the shadow that had taken over once she 'died' and sherlock had .. had truly died. ]

Anyone can tell you'd rather be elsewhere.

Tim Drake

[detectivewonder]

[Tim had spent an inordinate portion of this last week at the tailor's, and he didn't regret it at all. Ianto and Terry both needed new suits - Ianto because he was Ianto, Terry because he was starting at the New Brew. His own suit, with a dark red shirt and slim tie, had taken a while to settle on, and he'd also taken the opportunity to talk shop with his tailor about costume repairs and modifications, something he'd been unable to discuss for the past three years.

But the highlight of the week, he reminded himself, turning back to look at the door - the highlight was definitely Cass's dress.]

[hellofist]

[It hadn't really been a hard decision, letting Tim pick things out for her. Alfred had done the same after all, and she likes the dress he's chosen for her.

Possibly not as much as he does, but she's not going to hold that against him. She steps through the door after him and keeps close, partly because she doesn't like these kinds of things but also just because she can, just because Tim likes it when she's close now.]

What's this for?

[He's told her before what this is all about, she knew at one point, but she's just so bad at remembering social events.]

[redhourglass]

[ this might be a ball, but natasha figured that a cocktail dress would be appropriate. she felt too old to go all out, really. and considering that the music was all classical at this moment, she definitely felt too old to be dancing with anyone.

no, instead she's sulking up against a wall, drink in hand and eyeing whoever might pass by. if you're a kid and you shouldn't be drinking, you might receive a glare though she'll make no move to stop you. if you're an adult, she'll try her best to look pleasantly disinterested with the whole affair.

homecoming, indeed. ]

[herrin]

[ a ball, how glorious!

for one, it was an excuse to dress up like she hadn't bothered to since coming to the island. oh, she might do a cursory bit of makeup, but she'd not bothered to put up her hair or anything that took much longer than ten minutes since arriving. or before then, if she was being honest with herself. what was the point?

but now, there was a point. as she lingered by the table, picking at some of the foods, she scanned the area for someone to dance with - or perhaps just someone to tease. given that sherlock and shinichi ought to be in attendance, there ought to be someone about to bother.

perhaps she could even steal a dance from one or the other. ]

[worldsonly]

[ unsurprisingly, at least one person there is less than pleased with the opportunity to doll up for the public, and he's making it known by (among other louder things) refusing to dress up at all. as vain as he is, Sherlock's perfectly standard jacket-and-shirt attire is all he's stooping to grace this gathering with, since he doesn't even want to be there, and unlike the few he's been forced to attend before, there isn't even the threat of having their government stipend suspended for not going. why is anyone getting so excited over this?

while John is off doing whatever it is small-minded folk do at dances, Sherlock winds his way irritably to one of the walls as far from any of the speakers as he can manage. standing by the food will at least provide him with a chance to exercise his island-specific observations by deducing other attendees. ]

Rudy | Closed to Sirius and Alisha

[geminated_man]

[ It's late, and stashed out back is a familiar body, one that had made a couple of appearances over the course of the night. He's propped up against a dirty wheelie bin and the wall, a broken bottle of what was likely some strong alcohol scattered around him. He's not moving, and breathing, but only very shallow. Unconscious. Too much fun at the party, perhaps? ]

[alwaysimpure]

[Sirius spots Rudy and frowns, hand immediately going for his wand. Usually he'd have let go of Alisha to head over and check on him, but spooked as she is, he just keeps his arm around her and casts the spell while standing.]

Rennervate. [The reviving spell should work, no matter what was the reason Rudy had lost consciousness.] You alright, mate?