April Fools' Dance, An Abandoned Warehouse, Friday Night

[endsthegame]

The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ wait for the ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

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Re: Arrivals - April Fools

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine did a little detangling work on t heir hair while she answered. Detangling her hair from Katchoo's, that is. "That's such a deceptive word. Doesn't it sound like it ought to mean some delicious 3-layer French bon-bon cake with sugar-roses? Mmmm, travesty."

Shut up. When was she not in the middle of a candy craving?

Re: Arrivals - April Fools

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

". . . aw, gee, Francie, would you look at that?" Where Katchoo was pointing! At the food tables! "I think there's cake that isn't a lie right over there!"

Oh, she so wasn't going into some hypothetical etymology of the word 'travesty.'

Re: Arrivals - April Fools

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine peered across the room. "Only one layer, though. And no roses. Not a travesty." See her turning it down? No. See her shuffling slightly in the direction of the food tables? Yes.