Cinna Thompson had almost single handedly pulled the prom together. The ballroom was decorated with festoons of floating flowers. Stars hung from the ceiling, each set to sparkle as if they were properly in the sky. The outskirts of the room were set with small round tables that could accommodate one or two couples. A table of refreshments was guarded at all times by Seamus Morgendorfer and a rotating cast of other faculty who volunteered to chaperon for the evening.
A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.
Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.
[OOC: Hop in where you will. Save for prom court, which we'll work on once all the votes are in.]
A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.
Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.
[OOC: Hop in where you will. Save for prom court, which we'll work on once all the votes are in.]
"That one's for me," she said with an exaggerated wink, setting the camera down on the edge of the stage that had been set up for the court later. "I guess it's not too early for the first cheesecake pic of the night!" She grabbed her by the hand and ran over to the portraits area.
they'd have to find something else to talk about.
"With cherries on top," she joked and offered her arm like a guy might do, but it was silly and awkward and she ended up laughing through the first picture.
Cinna's favourite so far was the one with Abby standing like a pimp, hands in pockets, while she planted a big wet kiss on her cheek and kicked one heel up in the air behind her. It was very prom-camp.
She skipped over to the computer the photographer was using and put the two of them down for hardcopies of that particular shot. "Oh this is so making yearbook. CUTEST COUPLE. No question." She did a happy little dance, teetering on her heels next to the photographer.
"You're right," she gasped at Abby's suggestion. "What if people miss the vote box? You're the best!" She planted another big wet kiss on her date's cheek and spun off to point out the ballot box to the newcomers.