PROM, DAY TWO: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[these_balls]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: Scenic Tohjo Falls!
When: Saturday, April 5
Summary: THIS IS THE LOG FOR DAY TWO OF POKEPROM! That means this is your CASUAL SATURDAY MINGLEPOST, so enjoy the lazy wind-down from last night's festivities and take some time to explore the many sights and sounds of Tohjo Falls!
Rating: May vary by thread, please mark accordingly!
Log:

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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 upscale garden party! There'll also be a ballroom indoors for more traditionally fancy red-carpet goings-on, but most of the action (and volume of guests) will be found mingling out back.
• GREEN areas are where guests will be staying overnight! Unfortunately, you'll be sleeping-bagging it up, since there's a limited amount of bedrooms in this house and they're all being occupied by Clair, Lance, the Elite Four, and guests who are regrettably way more important than you. However, 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 (and their special guests) 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 prefer the classy elegance of a formal red-carpet gala over the more whimsy outdoor garden party atmosphere in the back. 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 — we've detailed them further right here. 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. There are also pictures of the Elite Four members themselves, though it seems there's been a changeover since the last prom; the candids and Official Portraits™ depict different people entirely now (with the exception of Bruno) and there are a few photos of some sort of ceremony among the others. These photos include Lance being declared Champion of both regions by Professor Oak, while the rest of the Elite Four look on; Lorelai hugging Will and Karen immediately after their promotion to Elite Four; Agatha and Koga having an exhibition battle between her Gengar and his Crobat; all six of them piling into the frame for what amounts to a massive group selfie, etc.

☆ IMPORTANT THINGS TO REMEMBER: ☆

• This post is for threads taking place on DAY TWO of Prom, which means this is the CASUAL SATURDAY MINGLEPOST! Only threads taking place on Saturday, April 5 should go in this log!

• We recommend putting your character's location in the header of your comment, or if you're doing multiple locations in the same comment, mark them clearly so people can find you more easily!

• Once you've posted your top-level comment(s), make sure to go to Our PokéProm Masterpost Directory and link to it on the proper day and location, so we can find you more easily!

• The Masterpost Directory is also where we'll be linking the Special NPC Guest Stars' threads, so make sure to keep checking back there for links to their threads!

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Comments

[foolishwren]

Shut the fuck up, it's a dragon thing! It's like, important to his culture.

<sub>[The culture of monsterpeople brought back from the grave. STOP BEING SO INSENSITIVE, HENRY.]

[For lack of anything better to say after that, she reaches out and just gives him a shove so he'll topple over in that stupid sleeping bag.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry isn't expecting that so he lets out one of his little quiet "ah!" yells before toppling back onto his hip. In return he gives Heather's legs a little kick with the end of his sleeping bag worm tail.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Oh and now he's kicking?! It is ON.]

[With a pissy 'hangover growl', she flips over like a freaking alligator and starts to wrestle him. It doesn't matter that he's already down on the ground. HE'D BETTER BE READY TO WRESTLE.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry was not ready to wrestle.]

[Henry was not ready to wrestle at all. Even though he wasn't hungover or even very sleepy, he wasn't alert enough to predict that. He thought she'd probably just call him a few dumb names and go back to sleep.]

[NOPE.]

[Henry lets out a strangled little cry and starts trying to inchworm away in his sleeping bag. WHERE WAS ADOPTED!DAD?]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[NOPE. Not gettin' away that easy, hippie!]

[Once she gets her arms around him, she does that hideous thing where you dig your chin into somewhere sensitive like the small of the back or crook of the neck and NOOGIE WITH IT.]

[The puffy sleeping bag will probably protect him from the worst of it, but.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[No no NO NO NONONONNO SHE ALWAYS DID THIS AND HE HATED IT.]}

Heather, stop!

_{[Like that ever worked. He forms a neat little frown before shifting around in the bag and trying to flip himself over as she had. HE IS GOING TO SIT ON YOUR HEAD SO HELP HIM ARCEUS!]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's still not gonna work.]

[She just digs in more aggressively because HOW DAR U MAKE FUN OF HER BADASS TATTOO]

[He does, however, have her on the flexibility thing, so he's able to roll his way to the top of the pile, though she refuses to relinquish her grip.]</sub>

RRGH get offa me, fatso!

_{[Heather shut up you probably weigh more than him.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry blinks, momentarily dazed at the fact that he actually succeeded. He twists around to look below him. HAH. EAT THAT, MASON. He doesn't jeer our whoop though. Instead he just looks down at her with that blank face of his and mumbles a vicious threat.]}

What. What if I just. Farted. Right now?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[This shit just got real.]

[Heather stares up at him with the dead seriousness that such a thread commands.]</sub>

If you did that, they'd never find your body and I'd tell dad you ran away and joined the circus.

_{[Do you wanna risk that, Henry? THERE'S A LOT OF PLACES ON THIS PROPERTY YOU CAN HIDE A BODY]}

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry stares back at her, long and hard. He knows he has about forty seconds to make a decision before she springs up and starts digging those horrible little knuckles into his scalp.]

[Also with Henry's past history of being half feral, Harry just might buy it for the first couple of days.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

Don't you dare, Henry.

No one will hear your screams.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[And it was at this moment that a little candle with a happy face decided to toddle onto the scene and into her trainer's lap. Her flame is ablaze. She's having such a good time!]}

Wi wick!

Boo, not now, I'm...I'm...really tired. Oh.

<sub>[Henry has about enough time to get out that last 'oh' before he passes out. On top of Heather.]

[Boo just claps her waxy little hands together and laughs.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

_{[Heather might be tired and hungover, but that doesn't stop her from letting out a small screech that probably gets at least a few dirty looks shot in their direction when he flops over on her.]}

DAMMIT, Boo!

Henry, get off! RRGH!

_{[She gathers her arms under his limp weight and starts trying to shove him off.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Boo is just beside herself. She's such a good ghost, yes she is! She laughs and laughs at Heather's frustration and hops off of Henry's lap to go toddling over to another sleeping soul that looks like they are waking up.]}


Hhhhnnnnwhat. Whattt. I feel like I ran a marathon. Ow! Hey!

_{[The Henryworm tumbles off of Heather and lands face-down. He really misses the use of his arms.]}

[foolishwren]

You're crushing my lungs, lardass!

_{[Whether or not Henry would move without her help, she gives him a shove and sits up. Well, at least she's awake now.]}

... And gimme my hat.

_{[She grabs it off his head.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry reaches a hand out of the depths of his sleeping bag and makes a feeble swipe to reclaim the hat--but misses. He's still super groggy from the disorienting twilight sleep Boo just dunked him into.]}

Fiiiine.

_{[He rolls off of her. And then just...keeps rolling.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[In all the commotion, it's unsurprising that the Pokemon who'd previously been sleeping with Heather had been disturbed.]

[Arty just gives them both a contemptuous look before turning and slinking off.]

[Tricia, on the other hand, follows the Henry-worm as it rolls away, huffing and nosing at the sleeping bag.]</sub.</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Rollin' rollin' rollin', keep those Townshends rollin'. Soon he stops because he's gone as far as he can without bumping into someone else.]

[It's then that he notices the electric-type nosing him.]</sub>

Hey, girl. Why don't you go steal Heather's hat for me, huh?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[The brightly-colored canine's ears perk and she tilts her head. She hears 'Heather' and 'go get'. The 'hat' part is inconsequential.]

[Of all of Heather's dog Pokemon, Tricia is probably the brightest. Unfortunately for her, she's also one of the most susceptible to suggestion.]

[She turns around and darts back towards Heather.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry just sits back and watches his beautiful plan unfold with a rare grin on his face.]

[Yes, good Tricia, best thunderdog.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

_{[Heather barely sees it coming before she's bowled over by a bristly mass of blue and yellow.]}

--TRICIA!

_[Ackplth]

Tricia, NO!

_{[Bleary hungover Heathers are not equipped to deal with this amount of canine enthusiasm in the morning why god]}

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[The photographer watches his plan unfold and starts laughing. Evily. Quietly.]

[HE IS HENRY. HE IS THUNDERDOG MASTER. ALL HATS ARE BELONG TO HIM!]</sub>

Good girl! Super good girl, Tricia!

[foolishwren]

_{[Heather just sort of... writhes on her back, with Tricia's sharp snout trapped in her arms as she tries to prevent it from getting at her FACE.]}

T-TRICIA, god dammit! S-shut up, Henry!

_{[She starts making that weird hissing noise people make to avoid laughing.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

No!

_{[He sung the word as he clapped his hands a few times and opened his arms to encourage the green thunderbeast to come back his way.]}

Tricia is my best friend now. Aren't you, Tricia?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[The Manectric promptly abandons her attack and bounds back over to Henry, crooked tail wiggling furiously. YES! YES SHE IS YOUR FRIEND BECAUSE YOU SOUND REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC AND PLEASED WITH WHAT SHE DID.]

[THIS MEANS YOU'LL SHARE YOUR FOOD WITH HER NOW, RIGHT?]

[8) R I G H T ?]

[Meanwhile, Heather sits up, wiping slobber off of her cheek and grimacing.]</sub>

Turning my own Pokemon against me now, huh?

I see how it is.