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(Me and Panth are going to backdate the rest of the games rps so we can go ahead and jump in here!)

After walking through the Mirror, Camilla shrugs off the slightly odd feeling while Elden shivers a bit... "Blow me down... that felts weird..." Elden admits with a slight frown. "Heh! It is a little odd! I've been through it once already!" Camilla laughs which causes Elden to smile a bit.

The pare wait for Carlos and Bernice to come through the mirror themselves, however before the pare could get there a announcement was starting. "Oh! They are announcing the Prom court!" Camilla exclaims cheerfully. "Prom Court?" Elden questions and receives a nod from Camilla. "Yeah! Because the Prom is Dark Fairy-tale themed this year there is more then just the Prom King and Queen! There's a Prince and Princess plus a Jester too!" she explains excitedly. "Oh! I sees! Har, maybe ye'll be a Princess or Queen!" Elden says jovially which causes Camilla to laugh and give a happy tail wag. "Heh! Or the Jester!" she says playfully.

"Ooo! Carlos is the Prince!" Camilla exclaims happily while bouncing in place and clapping. However, the Dormouse ghoul wasn't honestly expecting to be choosen for any position in the court. Thats why, when her name was called announcing she was, of all things, Prom Queen! She looked very much like a teadeer in headlights... "Yar har har! Well well! Looks like me beauty went from a Princess to a Queen! Congratulations!" Elden exclaims gleefully! Before Camilla could say anything, she found herself being led on stage by her frog prince. Once she was up there and infront of the box containing the crown, she snaps out of her stunned daze to receive her crown. "T-thank you!" she stutters happily.

After donning the crown, she looks out at all the other students and a slight modest blush dusts her cheeks. How did monarchy do this?! Camilla wasn't a shy person but she was modest. Thats why receiving such a honor made her feel a bit... awkward... Happy! But awkward... It didn't help that Elden was enthusiasticly clapping for her either... Oh dear... What did being Prom Queen even entail?!

Perhaps Yuki may have had some small luck tonight, as the exact table he had chosen to hide under had been the exact same table Astra and Jim had taken refuge in. He would find this out himself as no sooner was he under had the fae squeaked at the ghost presence, Jim looking just as surprised as she did. Clearly he had not seen the ghost boil coming.

Her surprise didn't last long, as her puffy red eyes looked at him still angrily, then looked around for a escape. There was none, since Yuki was in the way of said escape, so she turned her back on him and crouched down hiding her face in her arms. Maybe if she pretended he wasn't there he'd go away?

Not that she wanted him to go away...or then maybe she did? He had been so mean to her tonight, kissing those frog ghouls like that! And after they hadn't seen each other in so long...Did he just not like her anymore? Was it because she was so short??

Jim just sat there looking frightened as the ghoul tried to hide her incoming sobs. He was not good with confrontations. At all.

Carlos had no idea how prom worked really. Only that he was there and shortly after he got back from games they were announcing things. His name was called and his ears perked up. "Meow?" he was a prince? No he was a beast, didn't they see the beastliness. Wait now they were saying Camilla was a queen? He followed her up because that seemed to be the thing to do.

Beience, his froggy date was laughing and clapping in excitement. She had a slightly better grasp of the situation and was cheering him on. "See! I really was kissed by a prince." (Well licked but that didn't matter.)

Carols stood on the stage ears flat. What was this? Everyone was looking at him. And suddenly he was standing behind Camilla. Carlos was a shy prince when there were creeple looking at him.

Suddenly a loud sound caught his ear and his crown was stolen right before his eyes and given to another. He blinked two long slow blinks head tilted at an impossible angle and then just started laughing.

Yes, Riyo was sure she could (and may have in the past) scored some treasure from a greedy dragon. More than likely she did it daily at the cafe, she didn't remember all the clients that came in.

While Yuki continued his search for Astra, the feline was busy listening to Li Shou's 'terms'. The human shield earned a small cringe but it wouldn't be the first time she took a hit for someone. "Alright. Tell whatever awful lie you need to make your little friend jealous. I'll play along."

Riyo was prepared to answer poke when Lyr took over the mic and made the prom court announcements. By the visible flinch and confusion on his face, the demoness soon assumed her midget date's name was Li Shou. Well if that wasn't one of the most appropriate choices of the night. When Deacon was called, however, her own face reflected equal amounts of perplexity. She hadn't really expected the boil to be here after just returning... Or after not hearing a word from him about it. How the s**t had he ended up as prom king? The ghoul grimaced as her eyes darted around, trying to spot the tabby. Maybe she could razz him a little for being alone at prom while she had a date.

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Li Shou appeared satisfied when Riyo agreed. Yes, this would be perfect. Without tact he reached out and grabbed her hand, scoffing at Pokerus when she started babbling about group activities. "As if I'd stick around with-" It was best that his insult had been interrupted really. Best for Riyo, that is.

"... Jester?" The boil asked, his head tilting adorably. He cleared his throat. "No, no I think they mean 'prince'. Since there is no prince title they kindly gave this to me." He sagely nodded... But there were a prince and a princess already.

"Hmph. As if I need another crown." The announcement of king, however, piqued his interest.

With a grin, he tugged on Riyo's arm. "Come date wench! We must claim my crown." With luck it would set them to cross paths with a certain tabby again.

The sunflower-clad Horseman had yet to confirm if she was indeed her date when a hush (outside of the Violet's imagination this time) fell upon the room. Oh it seemed that an announcement was going to made. The blonde reaper settled quietly beside Jin so she could listen.

Oh how lovely Ruth snickered to herself as the Alumni King and Queen were named. She joined in the clapping because it was expected. And continued as the Jester was called. But her gloved hands went stock-still when she heard her name when they announced whoever was Princess.

The Violet wanted to let out a whoop and throw her arms up in a victory pose but refrained. She did do one in the safety of her head though. Ruth on the other hand was having a different reaction to the announcement. They said her name. They said her name. They said her name.

They were supposed to go and get their crowns? Should she? Could she? Would she?

From the very sounds of the event it was clear that it had already reached its pinnacle. Yet another reason to make the slim figure in the dark, simple, and yet altogether elegant silhouette of a tailcoat hesitate before he made his final steps into the lavish (as always) debacle that was prom. It sent rather bittersweet memories skittering across his consciousness, ones now shadowed in his own doubts and the almost poisonous taint of a repetitive series of foolish, youthful blunders.



He really would not be here at all if it hadn’t been for direct invitation. One that left him puzzled and afraid and altogether stupidly hopeful…that last most especially sent a thrill of terror down the Nergal’s well-postured spine.

Yet here he was.

Entering with little fanfare, almost sneaking along, the spines down his back clicking nervously in a single burst as he then chose to lean against the wall, quite the intentional hermit in this. There were a few faces still about that he recognized, though he doubted any of them had retained him to stringently to memory. He’d been something of a delinquent when it came to his actual studies, and his circle of friends had been smaller, consistently shrinking as family business called him away without warning. Worse, he’d then essentially abandoned what few loved ones he’d had left in this place.

So the letter from Marosa was an utter wonder.

Clawed hands nervously pulled at the cuffs of the tailored shirt, not used to wearing full sleeves at this point in his lifetime, the stifling structure of formal garb merely heightening his tension.

Oh. There. Feline pupils widened, and then shrunk again in acid eyes. They were in fact here, much as he’d assumed, and as usual….they were both perfect. There was more sadness now in the muted hunger that flitted into his features, but it was gone within moments, schooling his expression back to that needed calm. ’Do NOT make a fool of yourself, Sharra…anymore than you already have…’ Mentally lashing his emotions had been working in only a mediocre fashion since his return to Amityville, and yet he stubbornly kept attempting it. Perhaps frowning would sell the idea better, both to the demon and those around him.

Right. He could keep thinking that.

At this juncture Sharra did not consider himself worth the wait. And also rather firmly believed that at least one of those who held his heart in their hands didn't either. Some part of him was quite concerned that the Gancanaugh was on a fool's errand with this quest, one that was likely to make more of a mess of things than it was to mend them.

Yet he still came to the other boil’s summons all the same. Instantly regretting it in the split second that the slender Fey so delicately slipped backwards, leaving the Nergal face to face with the djinn…though he shot Marosa a rather woefully accusatory glance before sucking in a sharp breath and turning eyes to the inevitable. Hadiyya.

“And I think that someone wants us to get along.” It was almost exhaustedly reproachful, spoken more to the ghoul’s escort than to the tanned beauty before him. Sharra’s spines shuddered as his heart-rate increased, this more from where his flight or fight response was screaming for the former rather than to deal with this encounter head-on. ‘Y’jacking idiot, Sharra, you should have seen this coming…’ Should have. Though perhaps the part of him that had driven him to accept the invitation was gradually, despite demon’s best plans, becoming stronger.

This was going to cumulate in disaster, and he closed his eyes, steeling himself for the inevitable tête-à-tête that the two of them had both been, rather literally, set up for. When he opened them again, even an acquaintance could have seen the waver in the blond boil’s calm.

The worst part of this whole scheme being that Marosa wasn’t wrong. Possibly likely to cause a scene on the dance floor, but not for any dishonesty in play.

That jacking faerie boil….