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After what seemed like forever of debating with herself, Circe had finally decided to come to prom for the first time. Her heart was racing in her chest as she entered the giant tent. What had possessed her to think it was good idea to come? She couldn't say for sure. However, she was here now. To late to turn back. Circe took in a deep breath, exhaled then walked over to the table of special drinks. All of them looked really good which meant she was going to have a hard time deciding. She frowned slightly and pointed at each one as she did the common eenie-meanie-minie-mo to help her with her decision.

Her finger had landed on the drink named "the ringleader" and it looked an awful lot like coffee. It was a safe choice. Circe picked up a cup and took a big gulp. That had been an awful decision to make. "This drink is stupendously delicious!" Circe exclaimed in a very loud voice.

Location: Special drinks table
Effects of drink: #7
Dress: Here

Malodore was happy. Exceedingly so. For all that it appeared to be on fire.

Well, it wasn't really on fire. Nor was Riley, who blazed with the flame of illusion. It had taken Malodore some time to get used to the illusion, too, with it tentatively passing its hands through the illusory flames, occasionally flinching away as instinct became too powerful to resist. But now it was quite sure it could make it through fairly well. Jericho... well, the dragon could make his own fire, though it rather hoped he'd remember not to point towards Malodore when doing so.

The plague doctor itself wore a trim, jet-black coat of its usual style, with a subtle feather pattern worked into the fabric. Its cravat was of bright, flame-colored silk, and similar oblongs of bright silk hung from its wingframes, as if it had feathers of bright flame instead of sharp metal - a full set of feathers, too, unlike the sparseness of its current wingspan. It also wore its hat, of course. Because it was its hat.

Together with Riley and Jericho, they were phoenix performers - Malodore in the role of that redoubtable bird itself, with Riley and Jericho serving as artists in the service of the legendary avian. Or so it imagined - it had never seen or truly conceived of a 'circus' before, not in this way. Yet another new adventure.

But, as it stepped into the room, alongside its love and its dear friend, it could not help but compare to a mere year ago, when it had ended up in the Other Bathroom paralyzed by fear and doubt. So much had changed. It felt proud, and older - seasoned somehow. It had been tested, and proven true... or so it hoped.

"Here we are," it said, simply.

"Well someone has too." He said with a smile as he lead her over to the dancefloor. There, he rose his hands up to take her hands. "We'll do slow dancing for the slow songs first. The fast songs you don't need lessons really. I can give you pointers, but it's all in the music." You just had to feel the music and let your body grind on the nearest hot person.

"Alright. I'll lead. Just move with me." It was a bit hard to lead when your partner was taller than you. Still, he wanted a slow dance because everyone knew that slow dances were the makeout dances. If he could get her to dance, then he could get her to kiss him again. "So hear that beat from the music. Now we just move step...step...step..turn." It was the simplest dance he knew from when he was just learning from his tutor, and one that he hoped Anna could easily learn without too much flustering - or crying. He doubted there would be too many slow songs anyways. This wasn't a demon social with dusty musicians in the corner. This was prom.

Alexander very visibly winced at Belladonna's bombardment of questions, and quickly began waving his hands at her, his face even more apologetic as he attempted to get her to slow down, or better yet just stop altogether. He could still do all of those things without talking! It really wasn't nearly as big of a deal as she was making it out to be!

With the arrival of Yin, Alex held up a single index finger as though that would be enough to hush the ghoul, which of course it wasn't. So instead he opted to just tune her out for a moment, turning towards his boilfriend, smiling at him not with the large grin he wore for most others, but with something much softer, full of unspoken affection that he actually probably would have spoken out loud if he literally currently couldn't.

Yin was actually going to be saved from having to endure that again this year.

Except that he wasn't. Not entirely.

Alexander had prepared for this moment, and slipping a hand inside his jacket pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper which he then pressed into the other boils hand, one that when Yin chose to unfold and read, had writing on it in large and hopefully easy to read lettering. He knew how much Yin hated to be forced to read things, especially on the spot like this, but it was absolutely important that he did.



He told himself again that if it was on a note and not said out loud then Yin wouldn't get embarrassed by it or upset with him like last year. Yes this was a full proof plan.

He totally would have answered all of Belladonna's next bout of questions with hand gestures and facial expressions except the other girl flitted off before he could even start, and when he opened his mouth to tell her to get back there and let him finish, he was again reminded of the fact that he had no voice at all with which to tell her off.

Jack damnit. He hated being wrong.

Up on stage, Mikey scanned the crowd while he played for a particularly frosty boil. Target acquired, he smirked, and made his way to the nearest portion of the stage, howling out between lyrics while he danced around the band.

"How's this for entertainment, duuuuude?"

He clawed at his guitar, grinning dangerously.

"HEY BOILS AND GHOULS! I THINK SOMEONE NEEDS A DANCING PARTNER!" he hollered at the crowd, pointing at Siku. "And if someone doesn't dance with him, I'll have to dance with him and then you'll all have to dance with me!"

He winked to no one in particular, which alternatively meant he winked at everyone, and then bowed his head a bit apologetically to Roch, before swinging his way back over to he usual stage space.

The song came to an end, and Seiji sat back again, applauding for Terra as she hopped off the stage. She really was pretty impressive with that violin, though considering her family line,that wasn't really surprising.

Roch earned a loud bark of a laugh for the notion of them going punk, as well as the rest of the explanation. Like the reaper, Seiji found a lot of significance in the song, and he offered the other boil a nod and a smile before starting to play as well.

He didn't look for Junko again. Let her have her fun, he'd have his own. Besides, how bad a** was it to be up on stage, playing for prom? Pretty ******** bad a**. He lay into his drum, foot pounding the pedal as he kept beat with the bass.

Speaking of which ... "Hold that thought, gorgeous," Nahm told the ghoul cheerfully. "Looks like I'm up again." He hopped to his feet and moved back up to the mic, grinning from within the depths of his hood as Roch introduced the next song.