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.]

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~]

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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[badtaste]

[Miles gives Jason a look and pauses the game of Kwik Kwest he's playing before putting down his phone.]

Did you and Gwen - actually, never mind. I really don't want to know.

[He doesn't touch the cup of punch.]

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.

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.]

[andagoodsoldier]

[Jason blinks back to attention.]

Did me and Gwen, what?

[He reaches over the table to push Miles' cup closer to him. Jesus, does he have to do all the work around here?]

[badtaste]

Nothing, hopefully.

[Miles looks at the cup, then back at Jason.]

I'm not thirsty. Thanks, though.

[andagoodsoldier]

[Jason stares quizzically at Miles for a moment then looks down at himself - takes in the state of his suit - and makes an executive decision that he's just not going to have that conversation when he could be drinking.

He takes a sip and, just like before, the punch is comprising only the most minuscule percentage of the total liquid volume in the cup. From what he can tell it seems like multiple parties independently spiked the bowl, because he doesn't know anyone who would intentionally mix Blue Curaçao and Bailey's. Seriously, how did no one notice the entire bottom of the punch bowl was covered in curdled Irish Whiskey?

And, oh holy shit, did Miles just - does he not -]

Miles. Kid.

[Jason leans over the table so he can be heard more easily over the band, doing his best not to roll his eyes too hard.]

It's alcohol.

[tookthename]

[And just like old times Carol grabs his wrist, but this time she moves it up to her waist instead of threatening to rip it off]

Not looking too bad yourself, Strider.

[She looks him up and down, smirking]

[badtaste]

[A little embarrassed, Miles assesses the cup again, unsure.]

Oh.

[No one has ever offered him a drink before, but this is his first high school dance. Kate has pretty obviously ditched him, Peter's off taking photos, and who knows what Jason - and Gwen? - just did.

Maybe just a little sip. That's okay, right? At a party?]

Um, okay.

[He takes a drink from the cup and immediately makes a face at the taste.]

[andagoodsoldier]

[Jason smirks over the rim of his own cup.]

How is it?

[badtaste]

[That stupid smirk again. Miles is actually starting to get along with his new roommate, but every time Jason looks at him like that it makes him feel like a dumb little kid.]

It's fine.

[Obviously, it's not fine. But he takes another, smaller sip, trying to keep a neutral expression.]

[andagoodsoldier]

Sure it is.

[Jason takes another gulp of his drink, grins.]

Mmkay, so here's the plan: we're getting you so drunk you won't be able to walk straight, and then we're going to keep drinking.

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.]

[badtaste]

Seriously?

[Miles blinks, but it doesn't stop him from drinking. Jason is the only one who seems to want to stick around with him tonight, anyway. Where the hell did Katie go?? Jason and Gwen got along better than Miles thought they would - a lot better, apparently - and he's feeling kind of bummed about being the only one who got ditched by his date.]

[andagoodsoldier]

I'm always serious about drinking.

[Jason says it with a grin.]

Plus, it's my duty as your incredibly responsible and trustworthy guardian to make sure you get wasted at some point before it is legal for you to actually do so.

[badtaste]

I guess you have a point.

[Miles is naive enough to believe that Jason has his best interests at heart. Why wouldn't he? Drinking is what people do at dances. He's just... never been cool enough to participate in it before. He and Ganke aren't exactly the kinds of kids who get invited to lots of parties. He definitely wasn't cool enough for Kate and her cool older friends.

He takes a big gulp of his drink the same way Jason did, unable to keep from making a face again as he swallows more than he was ready for.]

What's in this stuff, anyway??

[andagoodsoldier]

[Jason blinks, then looks into his cup.]

I'm... not actually sure.

[He takes another gulp, thinking.]

Mmkay, Curaçao, Bailey's, melon flavored vodka, uh... chocolate liqueur? I mean, something in here tastes like chocolate cake.

[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?

[badtaste]

[Miles smiles a little at that.]

Uh, gross.

[He keeps drinking. It's getting easier the more he gets used to the taste - either that, or his tastebuds are slowly dying.]

Oh, hey, have you seen Kate? Like, recently?

[Miles tries to make the question seem casual, like he just saw her a minute ago and it's not that big a deal if Jason doesn't know.]

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."