'Cause Baby, Tonight The DJ's Got Us Falling In Love Again...

[these_balls]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: Scenic Tohjo Falls!
When: Friday, April 5 through Saturday, April 6
Summary: WHAT SUMMARY DO YOU NEED, IT'S POKEPROM
Rating: May vary by thread, please mark accordingly!
Log:

It's here! It's here! Clair's first-ever (and, Lance hopes, last-ever) Pokemon Prom is here, coming to you straight from scenic Tohjo Falls! You've packed your bags, you've hitched your rides, and now you're taking your first steps in to a super swank palatial PokeManor where, prior to now, only the pseudo-legendary best of the best had ever tread. Gosh, that must make you pretty special, huh? (Well, you and everyone else in the massive crowd that arrived along with you, that is.) Of course, you're all destined for greatness. But at the moment, your more immediate destiny is forty-eight hours of fun.

So get going!

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☆ YOU ARE HERE ☆




KEY:

• BLUE areas are where the bulk of the party's events will be located! As you can see, the festivities will be taking place largely outdoors, and the grounds will reflect that; there'll be the usual decorations of pretty floral arrangements, little lights, things like that. Think garden party!
• GREEN areas are where guests will be staying overnight! Unfortunately, you'll be sleeping-bagging it up, since this is a house party and not a hotel party, but this is where you'll be given space to leave your possessions, claim some sleeping room, and generally crash for the night once the festivities do you in. (Note: you're welcome to try to sleep elsewhere, but Clair might catch you and disapprove. You don't want that, do you?)
• RED areas are unfortunately off-limits to guests! If asked about them, anyone will tell you that those are the rooms and areas that the Elite Four have claimed for themselves, and they're sealed off tight. Please don't try to break into them anyway; you'll only be caught and punished.

• AREA A is the designated Indoor Ballroom area, for the people who would prefer to class it up a little more than just your standard garden party. There's a big skylight, hardwood floors, tasteful artwork, and classy music — a little more upscale than the shenanigans going on outside, for the people who'd rather that kind of thing.
• AREA B will be the area of interest for anyone hoping to sneak a little Pokemon research on the side: this is the Library/Gallery area of the house. While most of it is your standard "tall shelves of ancient identical books" fare, there are a few points of interest — a sculpture of Lugia, a painting of the Ecruteak City skyline before the Brass Tower burned down, some stone etchings of what might be Fossil Pokemon, and so on. Guests are welcome to look around a little, but burying themselves in research the whole time will be highly frowned upon, and you'll be politely encouraged to leave the library alone and go rejoin the festivities if you hole up in there for too long.
• AREA C is...well, the Parking Lot. More importantly, it's where you take your Pokemon battles if you simply gotta get your battle on; keep it out and away from the house, please, and try not to make too much of a mess. Skirmishes, sorties, and sparring will be tolerated here and here alone. Do it anywhere else and you'll be facing some very displeased hosts.
• AREA D is the Elite Four's Trophy Room. Please be quiet and respectful if you come up here to have a look around; it's a solemn kind of place. Here you'll find various collections of badges, ribbons, awards, and trophies put on display, with one wall devoted to each member of the Elite Four. Of particular note is a glass case with a broken Ultra Ball mounted inside; the brass plaque attached claims it's the ball Lorelei was using when she almost caught Articuno. On a lighter note, there are also pictures of the Elite Four themselves — your standard Official Portraits™, sure, but also some framed candids of them in various configurations hanging out with their Pokemon and engaged in various activities around the house (Agatha making waffles, Lance and Bruno clowning around in the pool, stuff like that).

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☆ QUICK LINKS ☆

Outdoor Garden Party | Indoor Ballroom | Library and Gallery | Parking Lot | Elite Four's Trophy Room | Designated Sleeping Areas

GENERAL - Ground Floor | GENERAL - Upstairs | GENERAL - Outside


☆ SPOTTED: GYM LEADERS ☆

BLUE - Elite Four's Trophy Room | CLAIR - Upstairs | FALKNER - Ground Floor | JASMINE - Outdoor Garden Party | MORTY - Parking Lot of SHAME
SABRINA - Outdoor Garden Party | WHITNEY - Outdoor Garden Party

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THE ORIGINAL INFOPOST | QUESTIONS AND INQUIRIES HOTLINE

Comments

I've been waiting all month for this

[begetsvengeance]

[So, guess who got stuck wearing a really cheesy dress for prom. Go on, guess.

...at least, that was the story she'd go with if anyone questioned her taste in clothes.

Making her way over to the booze, and by extension Heather, with Norman the Croagunk by her side, Jeane stops a few few away from the other blonde and raises an eyebrow. There also might be a hand on her hip, because she's going full-sass tonight.]

So, you're the one who had enough brain power to bring the booze, huh?

YESSSSSSSS let the epic begin

[foolishwren]

<sub>[:I wow Jeane. Heather doesn't even recognize you yet because wow. Nooot quite the wardrobe she'd have expected from the snarky woman she's talked to once or twice on the 'Gear.]

[Needless to say, Heather tips her hat smugly.]</sub>

Sure am!

Figured there'd be demand, so... better to be the one with the supply, right?

Epic will certainly be one word for it

[begetsvengeance]

[Look, she likes to dress up on occasion, alright?

...besides, she's probably wearing her normal outfit underneath that dress, minus the boots and gloves. Those are in her bag.]

No complaints here. So, got anything good? Money's not really a problem.

[She smirks. There was a really simple reason why money was no problem, after all.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Understandable.]}

I like to think so. Not that I'm a snob or anything, but I don't like spendin' money on crap, sooooooo...

_{[She turns slightly to plant one foot on the cooler's lid and nudge it off.]}

I got RK9-brand beer.

There's some Sake, too.

And Sky-Attack vodka.

I got all kinds of shit, seriously.

[begetsvengeance]

[Jeane looked down at the cooler for a few seconds, casually scanning the booze before shrugging.]

I'll take some of the vodka. Something strong sounds pretty good right about now.

[foolishwren]

You got it.

_{[Reaching down, she plucks out one of the bottles, holding it up to the light.]}

That'll be P3500.

So it begins

[begetsvengeance]

[Just as soon as Heather brings out the bottle, Jeane snatches it out of her hand with frightening speed. Looking it over before nodding in satisfaction, she turns back to Heather and smirks. You better believe she'd proud of herself.]

Thanks for the free booze, kid.

[Yeah...she's totally starting to walk off with your vodka, kid.]

[1/2]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Wait.]

[Wait.]

[Did she just--]

[She did!]

[Can she DO that?]


[Heather rips the mask from her face and GAPES after Jeane, completely flummoxed. Her little 'business' has been going rather well so far, all things considered. It hadn't even entered the realm of possibility in her head that someone might just TAKE IT FROM HER AND WALK AWAY.]</sub>

[2/2]

[foolishwren]

--HEY!

Get BACK here, you BITCH!

_{[One very angry pipsqueak in a suit stomping after you, Jeane.]}

[begetsvengeance]

Thought about it, decided against it.

[Thankfully for Jeane, she already knew this kid was going to follow her, so she had a plan in mind just for this occasion. Casually weaving her way through the crowds and dancing couples, she headed for the exit while maintaining walking speed. Have fun getting through those detours, Heather.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Less thankfully for Jeane, one thing that Heather is very good at is weaseling her way through tight spaces. Silent Hill is the world's most perfect obstacle course training, mainly because the consequence for not being able to navigate through holes and rubble fast enough is getting devoured or violated or bludgeoned to death by some horrible eldritch monstrosity.]

[So it's barely more than ten seconds before a hand clamps around either the bottle or Jeane's wrist-- whichever comes first. Whether or not it'll STAY there longer than like a second depends on what Jeane does, of course.]</sub>

HEY.

Pay up or hand it over, shithead!

[begetsvengeance]

[Naturally, Jeane does what any highly trained assassin would do; move their hand. Heather may have have a grip on her wrist, but she didn't have a grip for long. Turning around with a sigh, Jeane raises her hand, and by extension the bottle, up in the air juuuuust out of the other blonde's reach. Sometimes it paid to be taller than the average chick.]

How about you try and take it?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... :( It sucks to be short.]

[Heather squares her feet in front of Jeane and glares with every ounce of venom in her lanky little body. With the dark mask now hanging around her neck rather than on her face, Jeane may recognize that freckled girl she'd snarked to on the 'Gear once or twice.]

[Although deja vu aside, Heather squints venomously up at the taller woman for a moment or so, in classic playground 'I'm staying deceptively still for a bit so that you don't know when I'm gonna move' before, rather predictably, making a vicious leap for the held-aloft bottle.]</sub>

[begetsvengeance]

[As predictable as Heather's move was, what was even more predictable was Jeane yanking the bottle away just before she can grab it.

However, it's not only the bottle that moves, as Jeane takes a step back before trying to get a better look at the girl in front of her. She looked...familiar. Wait, now she's got it.]

Oh, it's...you. That kid I talked with on the 'gear...whatever your name is.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[A literal growl-- or at least the closest thing to one that human vocal cords can manage-- escapes Heather when her attempt fails, but she doesn't stop there.]

[Hilariously, Jeane is forced to address 'that kid, whatever her name is' while she's hopping up and down trying to reach that bottle.]</sub>

GIVE IT, bitch!

_{[NOW she recognizes Jeane, but WHO EVEN CARES MAN you have her booze >:( >:( >:(]}

[begetsvengeance]

[Even more hilariously, Jeane seemed to be effortlessly keeping the bottle out of Heather reach while...trying to remember Heather's name.]

Carol? No, that's not it. Annie? Naw, too girlie...

[Man, why is her life so hard.]

Screw it, I'm just going to call you Mini-Me.

[foolishwren]

_{[Oh FUCK you.]}

It's MASON, dickmouth!

_{[Giving up on trying to leap for the bottle, instead she grabs the bottle-holding arm with both hands and attempts to YANK it downwards, into reach.]}

[begetsvengeance]

Dickmouth? Seriously?

[AT LEAST COME UP WITH GOOD INSULTS, HEATHER. You're making this less fun...okay no Jeane's still having a blast.

Not wanting to let the poor girl even have a chance, she wraps the fingers of her free hand around one of Heather's arms, and attempts to pry it off while still griping the bottle as tightly as possible.]

[foolishwren]

Would you rather be "Penis-Breath", you festering pile of shit?

<sub>[She's not overly concerned with being creative today so all she has are 'names to call someone when you're implying they suck lots of dicks', sorry.]

[To her credit, she proves to have an extremely tenacious grip, digging her fingers in to hang on without any intention of being gentle. And her other hand promptly grabs onto the one trying to remove the first.]</sub>

[begetsvengeance]

I'd rather you buy me dinner before getting your hands all over me.

[Hnnng...the exit's pretty close. With an annoyed sigh, Jeane decides to show Heather why you don't grab both of a person's arms by shoving her backwards with a good amount of force. If that works, expect her to calmly get the fuck out of there.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Heather has a strong grip, but she's a bit of a twig. The shove successfully sends her stumbling backwards-- and into a dancing couple, but hey.]

[It doesn't deter her for long and shortly she's sprinting after Jeane and off the dancefloor.]</sub>

[begetsvengeance]

[Well it's a good thing that Jeane didn't wear heels, because otherwise getting away from Heather would suck more than normal. This bloody dress was annoying enough, as were the sandals, but at least she could move at a fairly fast speed.

Of course, Heather could probably get into tackling range soon enough.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Hence why Heather didn't wear a dress to the party. ... Well, no, she didn't actually anticipate any high-speed chases. But ease of movement was definitely in mind. Not that she HATES dresses and skirts... but lately they've been seeming more and more impractical.]

[In any case, one out of the main dance area, Heather spots Jeane once more and promptly moves to gain some higher ground-- running up a set of steps so that she could go along a low wall instead of just trying to catch up on the ground.]

[INCOMING TACKLE IN THREE... TWO... ONE...]</sub>

[begetsvengeance]

[Jeane did catch Heather getting ready out of the corner of her eye, but it was far too late for her to do anything. And so Heather was indeed successful in knocking her target over...but she also ended up letting go of the bottle, causing it to fly out of her hands and shatter on the ground.

Guess who wasn't impressed (or comfortable).]

Was that part of your brilliant plan, Heather?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[The bottle shattering isn't too surprising... but Heather's mostly grimly satisfied that Jeane won't be able to enjoy it.]

[She slams her hands down on Jeane's shoulders, intending to keep her pinned, at least for the moment.]</sub>

I already expected some breakage tonight.

Better a broken bottle than some shithead enjoying my stuff without paying.

Congrats on remembering my name, bitch.