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Valentine's Dance; Town Hall; Friday Evening [8 pm - 10 pm]

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or so help me...I'll hurt you~~ is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

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"That," Arthur said, decisively, "Is a shame. And a waste of a good skeleton." He lowered the drink. "Although I hope you didn't need to have anyone killed for it."

"...fake," Jenny clarified. "Fake skeletons. We have plastics now."

"Wood would have sufficed in Camelot," he said, dryly- maybe a little amused- "Plastics?"

"You must have run across plastic by now. It's sodding everywhere," Jenny said. "Man-made stuff, everything's made from it, slowly destroying the Earth and sea turtles?"

"Explaining anything doesn't seem to be a habit common to anyone present," he said, matter-of-factly, "Barring my manservant, who's hapless enough as it is. The Tee Vee...?"

"Plastic," Jenny confirmed. "Well, the screen is glass, except on some of those new flat ones. You have a manservant?" she asked delightedly.

"Merlin," Arthur supplied, glancing past her into the room to find the little idiot skulking around in the shadows. "Gawky, dark hair, tends to wear a scarf that makes him look like an old hen."

Oh, this was rich. "Merlin is your manservant?"

Malory: even less accurate than previously suspected.

"Not that you'd be able to tell," Arthur said, looking back at her, "Because, again: hapless."

"Yes, of course, I believe I've heard the bitching on the radio." Wait. That hadn't come out right, or rather it had, but probably wasn't conducive to her long-term goals for this conversation. "Not that you bitched, per se." He so did.

"Right," said Arthur.

He had no idea what 'bitching' meant.

"You mentioned something else during that whole ordeal last week," he said, changing tracks.

"I believe that would have been, 'Do you want to have sex with me,' yes," Jenny agreed. "The offer still stands."

There was another very long pause.

"I see you're just as direct without the magic," he volunteered at last.

Jenny arched one eyebrow at him. "Is there a problem with that?"

"Hm." His eyes flicked around for any of those blasted squirrels. When he was sure they weren't looking his way- "I'm in room 303," Arthur said, idly, sipping his drink. "After the dance."

"303," Jenny repeated. "Cheers."

"Cheers," Arthur repeated, cheerfully, and turned to his glass.

Now he had to figure out a decorous way of getting rid of Leto. This... is why nobles didn't have roommates.

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