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In the Student Council's defense, having "spring" be the base of the prom theme came up before there was pollen ravaging the air. Were they fully leaning into it now? Of course--welcome to your pastel-colored, glitter-covered steampunk-in-spring prom!

The Community Center had been decorated with all things steampunk - gears, wires, random shiny bits with glass in them - intertwined with flowers and vines and all covered with shiny pastel paint. (The non-shiny paint was buried too far back of the supply closet and really, was it even worth searching for?)

The food and punch were as normal as anything could be with all the pollen floating around, so hopefully you were just here to dance--tastefully, please.

[Arrive & Mingle | Photographer | Food and Punch | Dance Floor | Chaperones | Prom Court | OOC]

defenderofdesmoines

Don't even ask how or why the school auditorium had been transformed into a fairly stylized interpretation of a nineteenth century ballroom. Where had that sweeping staircase come from? Why was everything suddenly pink marble? How were there suddenly NPC footmen everywhere?

Seriously. Don't ask.

In any case, there was a ball, at the castle, where all would be invited to come from near and far to dance with one another in amazing displays of color and mid-century animation techniques.

Maybe there would even be a prince! (Honestly, there would probably be at least three or four princes.) It was sure to be a night of romance - although, not too much romance, since this was all still firmly G-rated.

[~~for the love of god hold for OCD please~~ IT'S UP, HAVE AT IT.]

weirderthanthou

Jesse had tracked down the blackboard.

"Okay," she said, making a few quick, sketchlike drawings. "So here's what we know. The school board bought a new weather machine last week. It's circling the island and sweeps by the school between noon and two o' clock."

She made a corresponding drawing.

"It's also malfunctioning. Obviously," she said. "So we need to take it out. Preferably above the preserve or above the water, not... anything important. Definitely not between noon and two o' clock."

She drew something else. "There's apparently deactivation codes?" she said, "But we haven't been able to find them. So that leaves us two options: either we hack into this thing somehow and do some... weird computer stuff to simulate those codes," yeah she had no idea, "or we just shoot this thing out of the sky at the right time. Which will be harder, because we can't see it. We just know roughly where it's going to be."

Beat.

"Any ideas?"

bookbeltof_love

Homecoming wasn't actually on Halloween (though it was awfully close) which was why Nina careened into Maeve and Shuri's rooms with the siren cry of 'Happy Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' far, far too early in the morning and managed to wrangle her fellow StuCo people down to help her move tables and chairs for the party.

She possibly managed this feat on sheer enthusiastic punctuation alone.

Then, once that was done, she politely, but firmly, booted them both out and locked the doors with a clarion cry of, "I'll let you in later so we can set out the food and drinks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go take a nap or something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", before she settled in for the real work of it all.

It took most of the day—which was why she and Prompto had gotten their work done the night before—but, when Nina was finished, the hall had been transformed.

Quite literally.

The walls had been covered in black sequins, the floors were black marble veined with gold, and the ceiling glittered like a hundred thousand stars were trapped inside of it. Disco balls spun, throwing sparkles down, and strobe lighting danced about, making the shadows darker in contrast.

Each table was covered in heavy black lace tablecloths that were liberally edged in silver and orange glitter (in case you thought you were getting way with a party with no glitter), and candelabrum were spaced out, one on every other table, to add to the ambiance.

The pièce de résistance was… The Bus. Oh yes. Over by where the chaperones tended to linger was The Bus. How had it gotten into the hall? Nina wasn't telling. But she and Prompto had dressed it in a lacy, gothic ball gown and given the front window eyes (green) with huge, curling eyelashes and a pouting red-lipsticked mouth. The windows along the sides and back had been frosted over so that the multi-coloured strobe lighting from within sent refractions of sparkling light leaping around The Bus. A halo of romanticism!

Since The Bus couldn't speak (and all attempts at pulling that off had a) been hilariously horrible and b) been really weird), a huge, elegantly calligraphic note was set upon an easel beside The Bus that read:

Anakin, would you do me the honour of being mine?

Oh yes.

Everything was perfect.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up! Come get your party on!

Maeve, Shuri, Prompto and The Bus all modded with permission!]

complexfemale

It was a decent enough day for a gothic disco carnival! The sun was shining, the booths and rides were all set up, and sure there were brooms popping up everywhere, but that's just Fandom for you.

And okay, sure, people might have woken up today to find that they'd lost or gained some powers and skills overnight, but that was fine! Dunk Anakin and feel better.

[OCD for this one is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | Post II]

magnusrushesin

Sure it was a week late. And sure it wasn't even a traditional Midsummer festival because there weren't any games or people selling fried foods or screaming eyeballs in the sky.

But Magnus was pretty darn proud of what had been tossed together for a fun costume party on the beach.

With a big, mildly terrifying wicker bear waiting to be set on fire because something something Midsommar. He wasn't sure of the details because scary movies weren't his jam.

Either way, it would be good, clean fun!

[Open party!]

bookbeltof_love

Pajama Prom was, clearly, the best prom theme!

And, if not, it was at least one that was both incredibly playing with the island's sheer devotion and undying love for blanket forts and pillows and stuffed toys just made for cuddling!

Really, aside from the glitter and the food, student council had barely had to do any set up! The island had been deeply obliging for what the signs that were positively drenched in glitter declared was:

WELCOME TO PAJAMA PROM 2020

Hope your pajamas are safe for everyone to look at because if you're wearing anything else, well, you're dreadfully overdressed!

[Pajama it up, y'all!

Arrive & Mingle | Photographer | Food & …Punch? | Dance Floor! | Shadowy… Corners? | Chaperones? | Prom Court! | OOC]

bigdamnprincipal

This year, the folks at the Student Council had decided on a Homecoming theme of cyberpunk fairytales - with all the creepy stuff going on, a positive, brighter spin on the genre would surely be appreciated, right? Neon-painted billboards of castles and princesses covered the walls, next to glitter-covered robots (because there always needed to be glitter) wearing bright translucent dresses and leather jackets.

The creepy paintings didn't really take away from the effect, especially since they'd been covered in glitter too. Take that, island!

bigdamnprincipal

Although it was definitely getting to be fall, the decent weather was still holding out, and the sun was shining brightly over the setup for the Homecoming Carnival. The Student Council had managed to clear the space for all the booths and games, but once everything was set up, there were still black cats all over the place.

Hopefully, they wouldn't get too close to the dunk tanks, or there would be some angry wet kitties running around.

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]

bigdamnprincipal

The glittering of the park continued as everything was set up for a nice brunch, so everyone could have one last chance to hang out with their relatives, have a few more awkward introductions, and make people eat some more strange Earth food.

Pancakes, at least, had to be pretty universal, right?

intotheout

StuCo had been busy since folks had last left the park. What had been a very nice glittery picnic had been transformed into a (glittery) fallstravaganza, full of scarecrows and decorative gourds. Crisp, brightly colored leaves covered the ground, despite the still mostly green ones still clinging to the actual trees. The scent of melted butter and warm spices filled the air. They'd somehow even managed a corn maze, despite the distinct lack of anything resembling a corn field having been in the park before.

There were pumpkins literally everywhere.

The weather was threatening to top 90°F, but StuCo didn't care. It was fall dammit!

[OCD is up! Have at ye!]

bigdamnprincipal

Hopefully, everyone in Fandom was ready for their guests, because everything was ready for the guests at the park. The weather was behaving (although it still wasn't fall, grumble grumble) and there was a tasteful amount of glitter around the food and decorations. The banner, however, was all glittered out as hung over the entrance:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2019!

[ Registration | Food and Drinks | Mingle | OOC ]

howareyanow

If you weren't five minutes early, you were five minutes late, so Wayne figured if he wanted to be actually early, which he did, he should get to the Perk about fifteen minutes before the time set for his coffee and pastries date with Shuri. Fifteen minutes might have been a bit too early, though, he realized, after a few minutes of sitting there, but, on the bright side, it was still early enough that he could go outside and have a dart real quick and get back with plenty of time to spare to be five minutes early, which was, then, exactly right on time.

Hey, it made perfect sense in his head, anywhey, and that's what really mattered.

And as he waited (for an undetermined amount of time, as he didn't quite know where Shuri might fall on the whole 'five minutes' thing, but he s'posed he was likeleh to find out), he got to thinking about what kind of pastry he might like, which on the surface seemed a relatively simple and arbitrary choice, but, as it turned out, it was a surprisingly complex process, especially considering that, no matter which way you worked it, Canadian maple was always going to come out on top.

[[ Wayne's here to meet his daaa~ate, but the perk is open for all your perkly needs! ]]

glacial_queen

From far beneath their feet came the sound of a heavy explosion, large enough to shake the ground. Sounded like the strike team had done...something? At least? And the trembling didn't stop just because the explosion did; instead it kept going long enough to cause most of toys who were still upright to fall over. The remaining constructed minions crumbled apart as the last of the Toymaker's hold over the island came unraveled.

With a deep, shuddering groan, the very earth beneath the Junkyard tore itself apart as a huge outcropping of machinery, like a spire made from metal and circuitry, dragged itself up into the sky. Then it became apparent this wasn't a spire but a stalk as a large cybernetic flower bloomed.

"Please input destination parameters." The voice that issued forth was warm and maternal, the kind of voice that could wrap you up in a hug. "Please input destination parameters. Do not be alarmed. Please input destination parameters so we may go home."

...At least it wasn't telling people to smile and have fun?

[AND WE'RE DONE! Much later than I'd intended to, but Sunday had always been planned to be a wrapup day. Thanks to everyone for playing! <3 <3]

glacial_queen

"It's time to goo~ooo!" Karla's voice singsonged through the lowest hallway of the Toybox, where only the worst of the deviant toys were kept. As such, that was where everyone who'd gotten caught in the island's machinery had been taken, shoved way below ground where there was only flickering florescent lights in bare fixtures and no fresh air.

Hey, they'd be getting all the fresh air they needed on the long walk to the Junkyard. Their last walk anywhere.

Green army men gathered all the traitors up, shoving them into a rough line, jump ropes turning them into a chain gang together.

"Isn't it exciting?" Karla said, doing a little dance as they got lined up. "This time, instead of cutting out at the gate, the Toymaker has decreed the island will watch you get fed to the machines. After you lot, there won't ever be traitors again."

[OCD up, have at, everybody except Kimera WHO IS NOW EVEN MORE GROUNDED THAN ME.]

firstofitskind

When it came to sneaking and infiltrating, seven was a decent-sized group. Small enough a group to make sure that they could get in and get out easily, but large enough they could probably take out anything they might run into by accident - and with enough diverse talents to handle any non-fighty challenges that came up, too. Or, at least, one hoped so.

Sometime after midnight, Liam led the team down into the machinery beneath the island, sneaking past several Army Trooper patrols to do so. There were a few heart-pounding minutes, but eventually the last of them slipped into the darkness, sealing the entrance behind them.

For anyone who had never been down here - especially anyone interested in machinery or computers - it was an amazing sight, even with most of the usual materials replaced by Lego blocks. It was like a second city but completely underground and made of machinery. Liam had the blueprints of the area from the last time it had malfunctioned, ( but translating two dimensional lines on paper to this 3D monstrosity might take a little effort. )

[ooc: preplayed with... myself (

firstofitskind), as well as the fabulous

goldfishontherocks,

imafuturist,

scoffs_at_tradition,

special_rabbit,

throughaphase and

uncertain_dume].

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Entries tagged with shuri

Prom 2021, Community Center, Friday Evening

THE BALL | Saturday Evening

Town Hall, Saturday Morning

Homecoming 2020 | Town Hall | Saturday Evening

Homecoming Carnival- Post I- The Park- Friday, October 23

Midsummer Festival - The Beach, Saturday Evening

Pajama Prom 202 | Community Center | Friday Evening

Homecoming 2019, Town Hall, Saturday Evening

Homecoming Carnival Post I, The Park, Friday, October 25th

Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday

Fall Family Festival!, the park, Saturday

Parents' Weekend Meet & Greet! - Friday Afternoon

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2019!

The Perk; Wednesday Afternoon [09/25].

And In the Junkyard...

From The Toybox to the Junkyard, Saturday Afternoon

The Machinery Underneath Fandom, Late Thursday Night

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