Valentine's Day Dance | Town Hall | Saturday Evening [8pm on]

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

As Desperation Day dances went, this was probably not the most tacky ever.  Of course given that it was Desperation Day, so tacky really went with the territory.

There was glitter, oh, was there ever glitter in a multitude of sparkly colours.  But even more so, it seemed that the decorators had taken the 'Hearts Afire' theme literally as large cut out hearts adorned the walls.  Each with a tissue paper 'flame' bursting from the top of it.  Streamers in all shades of pink twisted across the ceiling, forming almost a canopy.  Which hopefully would not be literally set afire.  The Fire Department would probably disapprove of that. Also a lot of people's dresses would be ruined.

Let's stay away from any literal fire, okay, guys?

[Up early for timezones.  Wait for the OCD or I will STAB YOU, OKAY? is up! And thre'll be a second post up later if this one gets insanely large (well, hell, why even say 'if')]

And the magic links:  Arrival/Mingling | Punch and Food | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Dance Floor | OOC

[It never said Friday.  Rly.]

Comments

Re: Dance Floor!

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"I do not know how Merlin has survived. He must have been practicing in secret," Morgana said. "Uther does not believe magic can be used to protect, only to harm, and his mind will not be changed. Believe me, I have tried."

Re: Dance Floor!

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Seems like the best way to defend yourself against a sorcerer would be to have good mages on your side," Jacob reasoned, shaking his head.

And this was a great topic while dancing. At least it put the shower out of his mind. Sort of.

Re: Dance Floor!

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"You would think so, because you're a sensible person," Morgana said, moving in a little closer. "Is it wrong that I don't wish to go back right away? It isn't as though I've abandoned everyone. Almost all of my friends are here."

Re: Dance Floor!

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Not wrong," he murmured, leaning his head down closer to hers as he moved their hands closer to his body.

He was stuck between extremes. Right now, he was convinced this was the very spot he needed to be. Except how last week around this time he'd wanted to get out so much. "Definitely not wrong," he repeated, his voice a little tighter.