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Mengyao was still uncertain as to being here, but he supposed that for Lifen he could manage it. He was dressed in a set of pure black robes that reached the floor and embellished with a brilliant gold thread that spun elaborate designs across the hem and the neckline, the collar of which was fastened under his neck. And for once he did not have the fan with him, Mengyao instead just letting his hands be free to hold something else.

Like Lifen's hand, which he had silently taken as they made their way into the over crowded room.

"It is...quite noisy in here."

Calder crossed his arms and looked at her. "You let me hold you during our sleepovers, and you never got upset. Then again, you only come for sleepovers when you are already upset." He frowned.

"Weird? How do you know what is weird for me? You barely even know me."

Alice looked down at her shoes, turning them on their toes as she looked, before looking back up at TK. It's strange, that he seemed to be from the undead dorms, yet they had never met. Interesting, yet sad. She hadn't even known who he was until now. She must be a total recluse for not knowing whom he was. Possibly, a joining of classes or the possible joining of clubs, she might meet some new, or familiar, faces.

She smiled lightly when she looked back at TK. "Why thank you. That is very kind of you to say." She turned to see Eira before returning back, and he was gone. She was confused as to how he could have left so quickly, but then he spoke from around the refreshment table. "Anything will be fine for me. I do not know what Eira would like to have though."

Alice had arrived at Prom with this dress, these shoes, with a pair of black tights and a matching headband.

Riley couldn't possibly remember the other times when she'd done karaoke. But she inched forward, her drink (The Contortionist, she'd chosen from Jericho) in hand, and picked up the microphone. She tapped it to see if it worked, and then promptly left it on the desk. Just like last time.

Oh look, a song list. She sipped her drink and read the lyrics of certain songs, as a soft, lazy subtle feeling of lethargy fell over her. Everything seemed good. Nothing wrong here. She picked one out at random, and then started to sing straight into the minds of the random students nearby - at least she wasn't singing into the entirety of prom.

Because this drink had seriously, seriously debilitated her ability to put her heart into any song. So she was singing what was meant to be a sultry, possibly angry song.. in complete deadpan.

Complete. Deadpan.

Oh baby, baby.
How was I supposed to know.
That something wasn't right here.
Oh baby, baby.
I shouldn't have let you go.
And now you're out of sight, yeah.
Show me. How you want it to be.
Tell me baby cause I need to know now oh because.

My loneliness is killing me,
And, I.
I must confess I still believe.
When I'm not with you I lose my mind.
Give me a sign.
Hit me baby one more time.

((SN: Alania))

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Tentatively, Malodore raised one fist and gently punched Riley's shoulder. Since that seemed to be what was required.

Rosy glances around rather curious as to why the lights suddenly went off. Her eyes turning towards the stage as she blinks at the gnomes. What in all of halloween....?

Shaking her head, she backs slightly into Spinar before she looks at him "I agree.." she wasn't one for singing. Dancing, that was fine, but not singing. Turning back towards him, she chews on her bottom lip before she holds her hand out towards him "Fun House it is, do you wanna stop and check out some of the games or just go straight there?" she was testing his mood, trying to see if they were okay.

She didn't make much comment about the whole dancing, as she wanted to explain to him when they were able to hear one another.

"If I toldja how I was gonna beat ya, it wouldn't be much of a challenge fer you t'win, now would it?" To be honest, he had no jackin' idea how they were going to compete here beyond dancing and maybe kissing in some... athletic... fashion... hm. There was that fearis wheel he had seen in the distance on their way in. He certainly didn't want to spend prom playing games, but games did usually go with things like fearis wheels, and a couple of rounds of whack-a-vaisel would be a clear way to judge which of them was the most badass tonight.

West pressed his lips together in concentration as she spun, suddenly faced with the inevitable fact that when you asked someone to dance, you usually had to follow through. If he stumbled or ended up looking like more of an idiot than usual in front of her, he was going to punch someone. The boil rested both hands on her waist and began a passable slowish dance, pausing for a second as she spoke again. He coughed in surprise. At least he had turned his head so he didn't sputter in her face.

"Eat... you..." He swallowed. "No. No, I, uh, won't." West smirked. He smirked a lot. "Not 'less y'give me permission to."

The rest of the room seemed to dim a little as they continued, even through the song changes. He picked up the pace of their dance, eventually loosening up as he tended to do when he wasn't thinking too hard. Sadly, he had to stop once the shrieking began. Karaoke? Really? Well, he couldn't very well dance to this. Although...

"How good'r ya at singin'?" He knew she was good. He'd never forget the way she'd sung Holly out of that maze in the haunted house. "Dare ya to."