'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

[bywiseguidance]

[Ziva is prowling the dance floor, her dress an extravagant piece, covered in tiny flowers and beads that catch the light. Half her curly hair is caught up in a deliberately messy pile on her head, pinned with orchids and pearls. And, of course, she's wearing a mask--in shades of silver with delicate scrollwork on one side.

The only incongruous addition is a belt, loosely strung around her waist and made of decorative ribbon and lace, to which six Pokeballs are attached. One is empty, as her Mightyena, Jethro, is sticking close to her side.

She's on the lookout for people to dance with. And she won't take no for an answer.]

[gunkonmyboot]

[There is one wondering teenage at the ballroom and he isn't quite fancy as Ziva herself. First off, there's the jacket. It looked new at least. Couldn't say for everything else except the shirt. He still wore jeans and his bright green socks stuck out like a thumb with the orange bandana. At least his orange mask matched the bandana.

Besides his street punk outfit, he's a pretty good dancer if Ziva's been watching.]

[bywiseguidance]

[She has--she's been watching nearly everyone at some point or other, despite the sheer number of people here. It's her job to notice things, and recall them--and despite not having spoken to this particular person often, the bandana and hair are striking enough that she remembers him.

When the natural movement of the room takes her close to him, she taps his shoulder.]

Care to dance?

[worktodo]

[Oh, look. It's his date.

Albert's been keeping a low profile, Harrison Ford style, letting the ladies work the floor and show off their dresses and preen and whatever else girls liked to do at big events like these. Even at his own prom, Albert had been a "keep to the back and play it cool" kind of guy; tonight, several decades later, that's stayed the same.

But on the other hand, he's got Ziva as his date, and she's in that dress, and he's also working off a pretty fair assumption that prom and Israel don't really go hand in hand. So when she comes prowling by, he takes the initiative — stepping into her path, catching her arm, and spinning her into his waiting ones in one smooth movement.]

[bywiseguidance]

[Ziva laughs, smiling widely as she comes face to face with Albert.]

One would think you were trying to sweep me off my feet.

[Hint: It's kinda working. OH AGENT ROSENFIELD OH.]

[worktodo]

One would be pretty quick on the uptake.

[Yeah, he's swag. The outfit helps; it's hard not to feel like a boss when you're bossing around in the duds of Indiana Jones or James Bond.]

I don't expect half the punks at this little kiddy parade to know any of the real dances. [Like he does.] Which one's your poison?

[bywiseguidance]

[Oh-ho.]

I can keep up with any of them.

[She's a dancer, remember? And as one of the team that goes undercover the most often, sometimes in situations like this, it makes sense that she can keep up on the dance floor.]

Surprise me.

[worktodo]

[And up go his eyebrows.]

Yeah, all right. Wait here.

[And he'll just cruise on down to see if this indoor orchestra has ever heard of any decent music — and apparently lucks out, because as he comes back, they're cuing up something a little more old-school.

Let's dance, Ziva.]

[punchandkiss]

[Ziva might notice a 'thump thump thump' behind her as Astrid approaches in her blue dress, her viking boots as loud and heavy as ever despite the rest of her attire. She came to a stop next to Ziva, and she didn't quite mean to glare but there was some glare there.]

I feel ridiculous.

[She had sort of liked the way she looked before, but now out in public she felt silly in a dress!]

[bywiseguidance]

[She does indeed notice, and turns to face Astrid.]

You do not look ridiculous, for what it is worth.

[Smile. It could be worse--you could be wearing stilettos like her.]

[punchandkiss]

Yeah well.

[She sighs.]

Hiccup likes it at least. I think. I don't know.

[bywiseguidance]

He does. I am sure of it.

[She understands these things, you see.]

At any rate, the object is to remind him of what is in front of him. Teenage boys can be remarkably short sighted. If it does not work, I would suggest other means.

[Like hitting him. That totally works, right? Oh wait...]

It will not do to permanently change yourself merely for attention, of course.

[punchandkiss]

Yeah but I-[she starts to object, then sighs. Stupid inability to lie to Ziva.] As long as it works. I guess. Doesn't really matter...

And no way. This thing is coming off the second we're home.

[She pulls on the dress as if it has offended her.]

[starspangledavenger]

[Steve is wandering the sidelines, having enjoyed a couple dances now, thinking of finding someone else to dance with again soon. He's sporting a dashing Suit and Mask, his Riolu walking beside him, carrying an Eevee who seems to have given up on life. Though she perks up for a second at the sight of Ziva's Pokemon, giving an inquiring noise only to get a dismissive grunt from the Riolu. Steve tsks the Riolu and makes his way over to Ziva]

Good evening, miss. This might be a a bit odd, but [looks down at his Eevee who is gazing up at the Mightyena] my Eevee loves meeting new Pokemon and she's seems to want to meet yours, would that be okay?

[bywiseguidance]

Of course.

[Jethro is already starting standard dog greeting antics, thought more reserved than another, more enthusiastic dog might.]

He just refuses to go spend time on his own. He is rather protective.

[But at least he's protective and well behaved.]

[starspangledavenger]

[the Eevee is released by the Riolu, letting her greet the Mightyena with happy chirps, the Riolu stepping away and over to Steve's side]

Yeah, these two don't like leaving me, this one [nods at the Riolu] is protective, the other is just clingy.

Are you having a nice time?

[bywiseguidance]

They do all have their little quirks, don't they?

[Ziva watches the two canines interact fondly for a few moments.]

I am, thank you. I hope that you are, as well.

[kingbowser]

[Well, she probably won't wanna dance with this big, hulking behemoth who's currently stomping around the ballroom with a toothy grin and a Torterra by his side. While he's dolled himself up in a white tuxedo, it's near impossible to mistake him as the nimrod who poisoned all those people.

Oh, and it looks like he's headed her way.]

Boy, aren't you looking fancy?

[His heart's still set on Peach, but if there's one thing he can give the place credit for, it's attractive ladies who'd totally make good kidnapping fodder later.

...right?]

[bywiseguidance]

[No, no she doesn't. But she does recognize him, this hulking man she's seen on the network--she's paid particularly close attention after the poisoning, and has been waiting to meet him face to face.

He's big, yes, but Ziva's fought big. She's fought multiple big, and she's not intimidated. Jethro growls lowly at her side, sensing her agitation.

But she hides it well, playing the part of a simple woman in a fancy dress.]

That was what I intended. Thank you.

[...kidnapping her would end in hilarity.]

[kingbowser]

Bwa ha ha! I just call 'em like I see 'em. 'Course, Princess Peach is leagues ahead of everyone here, but it's tough to compete with royalty.

I should know.

[Ziva's far smarter than some to put up with Bowser's... unique outlook on life. It shows patience that he sadly lacks, and when her Pokémon growls, he pays him little to no mind. Why should he be scared when he's got a big, tough minion like Smasher? Appreciation for small wonders in life is something he's yet to grasp.

Also, a kidnapping would not only be hilarious, but it would probably end in a disaster. Such is Bowser's sad life story.]

[bywiseguidance]

[Ziva puts on an act of being suitably impressed, curious, and kind of stupid, falling easily into the act of just another pretty face at a party, no more. She wants him to take her lightly, at least for the moment.]

Oh? And what of you, then?

[It is possible to take Ziva prisoner, but there's usually extenuating circumstances...and it doesn't end well for the guys that try it, one way or another.]

[staystraught]

[Oh geez. Tiny baby Charmander had another screaming terror fit at the sight of a very rowdy water battle in the parking lot.]

Caroline, come back!

[Caroline ducks under and between someone's legs, dodges a dancing couple, and while Dick is impressed by that, she is clutching her flame tail out in front of her as she runs straight for the pretty lady in the dress.]

Um, excuse me, but please don't let her catch you on fire! Caroline!

[bywiseguidance]

[JETHRO INTERCEPTION. The Mightyena isn't aiming to hurt the little Charmander, of course, but just sort of...aim her away, talk her down.]

Hey. You're alright, calm down.

[Ziva, for her part, looks calm--she doesn't panic over much, and this is why she has Jethro with her anyway. She crouches down, balancing easily despite wearing ridiculous heels.]

Shh, shh. It is alright.

[staystraught]

[Caroline looks rapidly from one to the other, before settling her gaze on Ziva's shoes. She has a soft voice and such nice shoes, and even if the Mightyene is big, he's nice... She sniffs.]

Is my trainer still behind me?

[Dick barely manages to duck a tray of drinks being carried off, before skidding to a stop in front of the little group.]

Thanks for the save.

[He doesn't sound worn out, just pleasantly exhilarated.]

I guess we'll be staying inside for a while.

[bywiseguidance]

He is.

[Ziva would argue her shoes are approaching the point of horrible, but she knew they'd bring the pain and it's not like her to complain.]

You are welcome.

[Ziva straightens up, balancing crouched on heels like hers for long isn't gonna be possible.]

I am guessing it is getting out of control out there.

[Smile. She knows how shit goes 'round here.]