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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.]
She posed with Leland, picking the most simple picture as her favorite. Leland had a wonderful smile, she thought, and simple was always best.
"Sound's like the band is starting soon," she commented. They were warming up their instruments a bit before they started to play and the kids who were mingling around the doors were starting to move further into the ballroom.
He picked a few pictures, some of them the same as Veronica, some of them different. He would send the nicer ones home to his aunt.
"I hope they're good," he grinned. "Last time they hired a real shi... terrible band," he really was working on cleaning up his mouth in front of certain crowds. "Want to mingle a bit before we hit the dance floor?" he asked.
"Absolutely," she agreed, though she didn't know who they'd talk to since she didn't think Steven would come tonight and he probably wouldn't approve of Leland anyway. She didn't see Manney yet and Cinna was almost definitely running around the prom like a chicken with her head cut off. "Do you see anyone you want to chat with first?"