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Friday Evening: Town Hall: Homecoming (8pm - 10pm)

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor. It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some twined with streamers and some dripping glitter and confetti across the dance floor.

The walls were decorated with blown up pictures of significant events at Fandom: Graduations, the school blowing up, the Christmas pageants, plays, carnivals, zombies, all the moments that make Fandom Fandom. Given a place of honour on the walls were a mock up of an exploding volcano, a massive gremlin in a bow tie, and, of course, the Stickbug flag.

Large lit up snowmen congregated around the punch bowl against a snowy backdrop and across the ballroom near the stage, there was a mural of large dinosaurs reaching up to enjoy a glittery streamer dinner. The wall of the door though had the biggest picture of all - a painting of the island at night from across the water.

As students dropped off their wraps, they were pointed to vote for Homecoming Court then encouraged to proceed into the ballroom.

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He didn't notice right away, too caught up in the fascinating perusal of his shoes an the floor beneath them.

He'd taken to tapping a hand against his leg though, just to be doing something else besides shoe examination.

And, look, suddenly there was a girl in a yellow dress so close to him that their arms just about almost brushed against each other, which was bad, as it gave Adah the urge to just lean against him for support, as the traverse over there had not been a very easy one for her. She herself was looking at the floor for a moment before her eyes shifted, looking over at him through a light curtain of hair, waiting, waiting, gnitiaw. It wasn't like she was about to just straight up say hello, after all. She could write it, but her hands were too busy nervously clutching to the notebook. There were a lot of sounds here, flashing colors. She didn't entirely trust her half-brain around them.

And now Lee realized someone was nearby, close even and he was all prepared to say yes, he was Lee but he wasn't the same Lee that they knew except when he realized who it was, he was so relieved that he didn't have to.

And he smiled, finally, and said, "Hi. You look...you look amazing."

What? This old thing? Adah's grin was sarcastic, but she did duck her head to bring more of the lightly dressed curls down over her face to remind herself that she only bothered with this to maybe one day make Rachel's brain explode in surprise at her freak, genius little sister stomping all over her territory of socials and high school ridiculousness. She slowly pulled the pen from the spiral of the notebook, opened it to a fresh page, and wrote, three seperate thoughts blurred together. "Twenty nine total steps to come over here. 'Modern' music is very loud. Will the lights make it difficult to read?"

He read them all twice before responding just because he liked how she wrote.

"Thank you for coming over, yes, it is and nope, I can read it just fine," he said, smiling at her again. "How are you doing?"

"Already tired," was Adah's written response, bending over the notebook in her arm a little more than necessary as she wrote it. She paused, still not handing it over to him, as she seemed thoughtful about what else to write. "It's been a long day; there are so many people to watch and observe and pass judgment on that I'm surprised I even bothered coming here tonight. Mostly the same people, different behaviors, new things to judge. Especially if anyone ends up spiking the punch, which I believe is a tradition as well."

"It's been a very long day," he said, smile fading at those particular memories, fresh as they were. "Glad you came though. It's nice to see you. Wasn't sure I was going to see a familiar face tonight."

So. Then he just might have been disappointed if she hadn't come. Good. Although, just because he was glad she was here was not the same as being disappointed she wasn't, technically speaking, and she would not allow herself to think otherwise. "Faces painted for a night of make-believe and ridiculous dresses, although you do look nice in a suit.."

She wondered if she should make mention of her observations and the series of glares he'd received. She peeked at him through her hair some more, studying his face as if to determine. She was also trying to figure out what had her more reluctant: bringing up something potentially unpleasant, or bring up something that showed just how much attention she'd be paying to him. And, since she rarely thought twice about bring up something unpleasant, it ended up to be a pretty easy answer.

"Thank you," he said, grin returning. "Don't tell anyone but it's the only I have. The tie thing irritates my neck. You look amazing."

Yeah, he'd already said that but it merited mentioning again.

And Adah was certainly not one that a repeated thought, especially one like that, would go unnoticed toward. She turned her head, tilted slightly, toward him, quirking both an eyebrow and a grin. She had to admit; she didn't mind hearing it twice, even if it did seem to help support her theory about the stability of the Eel's mental state.

But it was kind of irritating how she couldn't think of a comeback in response to that, and only seemed to be able to think of how much she appreciated hearing it. She told herself that it was because Rachel would die, absolutely die in writhing, shocked pain, as the whole scene, but she knew better.

"I like the color," he said, almost stumbling over words, fashion maven that he wasn't. He turned towards her, leaning a hip against the wall. "That smile's nice too."

"I should hope you'd like at least that," Adah wrote with no small amount of insistence, "considering that it is mostly your fault."

"I'll take the blame for it," he said proudly. "And hope I continue making it appear."

"I'd be careful," Adah wrote, making sure to put the warning tone in her eyes. "I could start glaring." She quirked an eyebrow, watching his reaction to her subtle segue carefully.

His eyes shifted briefly, quickly at her words and he almost drew in on himself, managed to cover it with a jerky shift and stretch against the wall.

"No reason to glare at me," he said. "Besides, I bet your glare's nice too."

How interesting that that just about nearly earned him one, if it weren't for her still persistent smirk. Still, she had decided earlier that there was something she had to bother him about, and this seemed like as good a time as any. perhaps she'd push all the right buttons to get him to stop saying things like how she looked nice and she could stop worrying about the sorts of reactions that sent through her.

"I noticed that River was among the Glarers. When I asked, however , she would not tell me anything; I thought perhaps you could shed some light on the matter? My curiosity needs to be satiated."

"You noticed that?" This time, he did draw back a little, all those glares and stares coming back and he had to take a breath.

"I notice many things," Adah wrote back importantly with a lift of her chin, almost defiant against the fact that he wasn't aware of that.

"I know," he said, ducking his head and yanking on his tie for lack of anything better to do. "I don't know why she was glaring at me. It didn't start today. Last time I saw her before she started this...whatever it is was the party on the roof and I danced with her. I don't know, I thought she was my friend and now she apparently hates me and she won't tell me why. I've asked. Today she threw something at me. So, I don't know. I'm sorry."

With slightly widened eyes, Adah tilted her head away a bit. Yeah; she'd noticed the apple throwing, too. Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out with a sigh, she returned to the notebook. "She made it seem like you'd done something to hurt her. In all honesty, I can't imagine it. But River is very difficult to read sometimes."

"I haven't done anything," he blurted out, wincing immediately and waving a hand in apology. "I haven't done anything. I haven't hurt her. I don't even know what's going on. I've asked her several times what's wrong and she won't tell me. I don't know. And it's hard not to know."

And Adah, with a deep frown and drawing her eyes away toward the floor in worried consideration, would have had to agree with him. River was hard to read; too hard, sometimes, which wasn't awfully fair of her, considering she could read everyone like an open book...

"I didn't have a good day," Lee said and thumped his head against the wall. "I wasn't even going to come tonight."

Adah smiled a little, picking up her notebook again, and, after she'd passed the next bit of conversation over to Lee, she looked distinctly away.

"Neither was I; but I'm glad we both seemed to have changed our minds."

His grin returned at her words, soft and hidden from most everyone in the room but her.

"Me too," he said quietly. "Let me see your eyes? And you can see mine."

Friday Evening: Town Hall: Homecoming (8pm - 10pm)

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