'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

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Oh shit. OH SHIT.]

[Tensing up, Heather starts to back away, raising her hands. Although it's invisible behind the mask, her grin has turned distinctly nervous.]</sub>

Whoa!

Whoaaaaaaa, hey!

You said you didn't care!

[rocketralph]

_{[THAT'S RIGHT, HEATHER. OH SHIT. Ralph just grins before sloshing the bowl at her. And here he thought this place would be boring.]}

I don't! But I don't back down from a challenge either!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[nonononoNONONONONO-- FUCK]

[Heather skitters backwards-- because guess what, this IS her suit, she bought it and everything-- but not fast enough to avoid getting splattered with a fair amount of the punch.]

[She lets out a squeal.]</sub>

Ohmygod! DAMMIT!

<sub>[DOOMED TO STICKINESS FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT FUCK YOU RALPH ;-;]

[... Of course, around this point is when Godzilla notices that his trainer has just been ATTACKED and he whirls around, letting out a growl which would sound more threatening if it weren't muffled by the big slice of cake he had just put in his mouth.]

[Fortunately, Heather doesn't seem threatened so much as mildly outraged.]</sub>

Oh, you did NOT just go there! I am--

_{[She grabs the bowl of ranch dressing.]}

[rocketralph]

I think I did!

_{[He doesn't notice Zilla or his cake-filled warning growls yet. This totally didn't count as being a Bad Guy. This was a war and it was completely fair. Then she grabbed up the ranch.]}

Whuh-oh.

_{[He flips the bowl around and holds it at face-level like a shield.]}

[foolishwren]

_{[Well... there was little Zilla could do when Heather failed to get behind him like a good trainer should and instead re-instigated the attack.}

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<sub>[Well... there was little Zilla could do when Heather failed to get behind him like a good trainer should and instead re-instigated the attack. <:[ god dammit Heather.]

[The crocodile Pokemon was forced to stand there and watch as Heather scooped out a genuine handful of gloopy ranch dressing and slung it at Ralph's chest, since his face was not an option.]</sub>

<i>NNGH!</I>

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Being more focused on keeping stuff out of his eyes and off his face, his bowl shield does nothing to stop the salad dressing from splattering his dark jacket. He laughs again and shoves the bowl on his head like a helmet before stalking forward and raising his arms over his head. HE IS GOING TO GET YOU, HEATHER.]

[It was great goofing off with somebody less than half his size that didn't act afraid of him.]

[Honestly that blue dinosaur seemed more unnerved.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[THEY'RE GONNA WRECK THIS PARTY.]

[Heather has another handful of dressing at the ready even as she backs away, because oh man he does not seem deterred at all.]</sub>

I'm warning you!

I'm armed!

The next one goes down your collar!

<sub>[Shut up Heather you can't even reach his collar.]

[Godzilla, meanwhile, looks torn between CARRYING HEATHER AWAY FROM THIS SITUATION... or just crawling under a table because Ralph is actually way bigger than he is.]

[... He decides to crawl under the table.]</sub>

[rocketralph]

I'd like to see you throw that high!

_{[HE'S NOT STOPPING, HEATHER! Regardless of whether or not Heather carries out her warning, he brings down one of those huge hamfists down on the edge of a tray of those carefully placed out cheese, ham, cracker 'sandwiches']}

Eat this!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Holy shit when this guy fights he does it all-out. Heather shields her head with one arm to avoid the rain of deli meat and cracker crumbs, slinging the dressing missile as warned. It doesn't go DOWN his collar but it splatters against it.]

[Still, she'll have to step up her game.]

[She grabs the plate of stinky salmon mousse.]</sub>

YOU WANNA SMELL LIKE THIS ALL NIGHT?

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Finally, Heather found a weapon to make Ralph flinch.]

[He was going to have to ride back with Parker. It was a long way to Goldenrod and he didn't think his only friend would appriciate him smelling like fish the whole way. RALPH KNOWS FISH. THAT STANK DON'T COME OFF. He lifts his enormous meat hands.]</sub>

Woooah, woah there, let's not get crazy.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[TOO BAD RALPH YOU TOOK THIS GAME TO THE NEXT LEVEL WHEN YOU SLOSHED THAT PUNCH ALL OVER HER.]

[At this moment, the grinning mask is actually a pretty good facsimile for what Heather's expression looks like underneath.]</sub>

No way.

You started this.

You gotta see it through!

_{[She approaches. MENACINGLY.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[The behemoth starts backing away.]}

H-hey, can't we talk this out? Y'know, war negotiations?

[foolishwren]

_{[Oh, don't it feel good to be the one with the nuke? IT FEEL GOOOOOD.]}

Oh, NOW you're up for talkin' reason, huh?

Not so tough when the other person has the bigger gun, are ya?

_{[She scoops out a big handfull of the mousse, careful to keep the cuffs of her sleeves away from it, and regards him, mock-solemnly.]}

FOR GONDOR!

_{[And then she lets fly.]}

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Ralph backs away and lets out an exaggerated ARRGH as he's hit. What he doesn't count on is his foot slipping in the punch and ranch and various other debris of war and going right out from under him landing him flat on his back.]

[The table shakes as the behemoth falls.]</sub>

Ow.

[foolishwren]

_{[... W-whoa okay she didn't mean to make him FALL DOWN holy shit she's pretty sure she felt a tremor in the floor from that.]}

... Whoa.

Are, uh.

Holy crud.

_{[She steps over to him, warily.]}

You okay, dude?

[rocketralph]

I didn't break anything, did I?

_{[He's already picking himself up and looking around for damage. 8[ IT WOULD JUST DO for him to get in trouble here as well. Once it's clear he's not in trouble he tries to shake the gunk out of his hair.]}

Looks like you won that round.

_{[BUT NOT THE WAR.]}

[foolishwren]

Unless your dignity counts, probably not.

_{[As he gets up-- since he seems all right-- she quickly leans in to wipe her hand off on his tux. :I]}

And that's why you never pick fights with cool cats like me. I win, all day erryday.

_{[... 'Cool cat'? Jesus, she's been hanging out with Henry too much.]}

[rocketralph]

Cool cat. Right.

_{[EVEN A THIRTY YEAR OLD VIDEO GAME THINKS THAT'S LAME, HEATHER. He flicks the beak of her bird mask.]}

[foolishwren]

Damn right.

_{[She takes a swipe at his enormous hand and re-adjusts her mask as he withdraws-- then looks at the carnage they've wreaked.]}

... Oh.

... Uh oh.

We'd better split before a chaperone shows up.

[rocketralph]

_{[....OH MAN. Kid is right. He takes a few steps back and looks around.]}

Right. Right. See ya, kid!

_{[FOOD FIGHTER AWAAAY!]}