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 Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 2:29 pm
James Cross was about to tell Oual about the situation that had just occurred inside the manor when all of a sudden the robots started acting nuts. A pair of the 13ROYs suddenly started to transmit a recording and the voice was of Danielle's. "Mr. Cross, I hope you'll forgive me for tricking you like that. I just learned that there's an extremely special guest coming to speak at prom. I hope you'll meet him here and make sure he gets whatever he needs."
James Cross was awe-struck that Danielle would want him of all people to greet this "special guest." He had had no idea that anyone special was arriving to prom and he had looked at the prom plans many, many times. He had practically memorized it. Cross was about to ask Oual; who seemed to be with the weird looking girl; who exactly that this guest was when all of a sudden a sleek black limo pulled up to the manor. It was such a silent arrival of a vechicle that James would not have noticed it if it wasn't for all of the newscrew shouting all over the place. The man that stepped out of the vechicle shocked James Cross. It was none other than Mr. Al Gore. Why was such a famous man here at Delmor High's prom? The better question though was why did Al Gore want him, James Cross, of all people to show him around?
James knew that he had to approach the man and talk with him. After all, James had been put in charge to show Mr. Gore around by what the 13ROYs had relayed to him. So James took in a deep breath and said to Oual, "Excuse me. I will explain everything later." With that James slowly walked over to to Mr. Al Gore. His hands started to shake as he came face to face with the man and James bowed a little bit and then extended his hand. "Mr. Gore... it is an honor. Welcome to Delmor High's prom. My name is James Cross. I have been charge with showing you around the manor. To what do I owe you the pleasure sir?"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 3:50 pm
Anthony was actually enjoying himself. It was a real and authentic emotion of happiness as he spun around and wagged fingers and grinded with Beth and made an utter fool of himself on the dance floor. He had all but forgotten the events earlier as well as the sores and wounds he had recieved a few nights prior. He kept a weary eye out for Cross though, afraid that should they be in close proximity Cross would recognize Anthony's voice. Beth was having an equally good time, though she was skeptical of Anthony after his performance earlier when he had run off with Austion to get a drink. Despite this though she was content to be with him on the dance floor unaware of why he had actually agreed to come with her. It was better she didn't know as it sounded rather childish to be playing super heroes and bad guys.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:55 pm
 Violet pranced after Oual, only barely aware of anything he was explaining to her. She was projecting hallucinations again--daisies, this time, springing up from under her feet as she walked only to fade again a few feet behind her--but, as usual, she didn't seem to take notice. When Oual stopped, Violet stared at James blankly. She certainly did look like a girl who needed help--with her hair beginning to fall out of her pigtails and her uneven shoes forcing her to stand at a slant. Intangible daisies began to pile up around her feet as she stood still for a few moments, her mind momentarily focused on snatching the memory of someone brushing past her. Only when James walked away did Violet seem to become observant of her surroundings. She looked enviously at all the Mr. Sparkys gathering around the important man climbing out of the limo. "Who is that man?" Violet asked, staring up at Oual through mismatched eyes as daisies continued to pool around her feet.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 3:22 pm
Tommy chuckled, "Yeah...there kinda weird." He said looking at the 13ROYS.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 1:41 pm
"This is surprisingly uneventful." Tehra said as she leaned against the table, looking out at the group on the floor. "When is B.A.N.D. supposed to come on?"
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 6:20 am
  Cait and Jay sighed with relief when the cop finally left them, though secretly they were at least interested in what was going on. B.A.N.D. was taking forever to get on the stage, and the prom-goers were getting antsy. Cait was far less content than that. She was confused as hell, and she wanted answers! Marching up to Cael and the blue girl, Cait created her power stance. Legs shoulder width apart, arms crossed, hips cocked to the right, head tilted in the same direction. She must have looked quite a sight in the duct tape dress, but whether that was a bad thing or not was yet to be determined. Needless to say, it made Cait feel powerful. "So, do you want to explain what's going on here? First some strange girl comes and punches you to the ground, and then you're old friends with her? Next some cop comes up and shows some unusual attention to you and you calmly say it was a 'bad date'? Was he really the reason you came over to us in the PU? Now, Jay and I have trusted you with a lot in the last month and I really hope you aren't a deadbeat, so would you please explain why the cops are following you?" It was a storm of thoughts, and she hoped she hadn't confused anyone present. It certainly made her feel much less powerful having such a storm of emotions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Rowena laughed. "Friends? hahaha, I haven't got any friends. Not anymore. Not one of them bothered to see me or check on me while I was sick, and that just proves how much better I am than any of them. You're the only person in this town I might call a friend." Good Rowena, make him feel special, make him feel important, even if he can't get you a fix, he can still have his uses... Rowena smiled and leaned in to Austin. He really was kind of cute. It was such a shame that she was going to have to take advantage of him to get herself back on top. "We can sit anywhere you like. I can't wait for B.A.N.D. to come on though! Can we go up to the stage soon? I want to be right in front..."
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 5:16 pm
 After laughing at Cael's joke about bad dates, Cait seemed to be finally fed up with the events of the evening, switching schizophrenically to an angry disposition. Cael had been hoping that she just had a high constitution for weirdness. Deadbeat was rather harsh though. Yeah he had a couple... alot of run-ins with the police but it was always something like trespassing on abandoned property, nothing more than a slap on the wrist. His proverbial wrists were rather soar. "Ouch, deadbeat?"Cael sighed as he began, "Yes that was the person chasing me at the PU, but he's not a cop." He figured it best not to point out to the angry Cait that she and Jay had jumped to the conclusion that it was a girl and not some psycho who was chasing him. "He seems to have some sort of interest in me. Just a creepy, psycho-stalker but apparently someone gave him authority here." Cael rolled his eyes. "I just kind of ignore him until he goes away." "As for this one," Cael poke Serenity hard in the arm, pushing her off balance. She remained on her feet without giving him so much as a glance. "This is my friend, Serenity," Cael continued. "She's from my old home town back in Vermont." He figured it was time to include Serenity in the conversation. He had introduced Danielle to everyone but haddn't gotten around to introducing Serenity. "Serenity, this is Cait, my friend and date this evening. And these are our friends, Jay and her boyfriend Dan." * * *  The only thought running through Serenity's mind was 'I have completely peed all over her teritory.' Cait was now making a stance, letting her know that this treatment of Cael would not be tolerated. Serenity now had to try and let Cait know that she had no intention, what so ever, in any universe, of stealling her date. Serenity opened with, "I'm sorry if I did anything to upset your night," she was speaking to everyone but her words were aimed mostly at Cait. Serenity refrained from extending her hand in greating due to the fact that Cait was still in atack-mode. "I let my emotions get the best of me sometimes. Cael," she shot him a glare, "hasn't returned a single one of my phone calls since he moved away. I was just alittle ticked when I saw him and I let it get the better of me. I don't think it will happen again." She tried showing her intentinos were good with a smile, not too big because she didn't want to give Cait the impression that she thought the situation was funny. She understood where Cait was coming from. If someone had attacked her date, Serenity knew that she too would be primed to attack them like a wild cat.
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 8:28 pm
<<< Previously (Chen) After regaining what seemed to be a normal physical form, Chen shivered and looked around. He found himself in an empty hallway, not to far from where the main rooms were. Turning to head in the direction of the noise, a chef ran by with a muttered "excuse me" and the imp sworn under his breath as the man's body passed through his right arm as if it weren't there. "Darn it," he growled a little more modestly, "Still not fully solid..." Turning purposely, he turned and promptly phased through a door into an abnormally large broom closet. There were a few places that seemed to hold some type of metal machines that stood empty. Shrugging off the suddenly feeling of nausea, the Fae hid somewhat in the walls; at least until he could stop being ghosty.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (And now to Alma....) The goth looked over at the robot laying on the floor. It was lost but it had become supremely annoying. Just a few prior, she had reached into it with shadow tendrils and ripped out the main circuitry, which now lie about 10 feet away, sparking periodically. Shrugging off the fact that was no better than smashing a computer with a sledgehammer, Alma shuddered and hoped no one would notice the missing robot. Especially with that noise coming from the main room. She was glad she had left when she did; it was becoming a madhouse. With a breath of relief, she returned to the music that was close to pounding in her ears.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 11:58 am
 Mariana stumbled up to the front doors, helped along by one of her gang members. Her arm was stretched languidly across his shoulders, which supported her but looked surprisingly natural. Like most females, she had spent a rather long time getting prepared for the night. However, instead of fretting over make-up and dresses, the majority of her time was spent working up the patience so that she could tolerate the make-up and dress she was to wear. She cursed her parents for conning her into coming, but she had little choice in the matter when it came down to it. After all, they DID pay her bail money. Still, she couldn't even drink? This was going to be hell. Desperate for some sort of distraction, she turned to the guard stationed at the door. He looked liek he could use a bit of company, too, and she didn't really want to deal with this whole, sordid, "no ticket" business. So, she strolled right up to him, lifting her arm over her companion's head. "Hey, you look a little lonely there. What's your opinion on the origins of knowledge?" she asked fluidly, as if the two statements were unquestionably related.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 6:45 pm
A few minutes later, Chen walked down the hall as if the embarrassing moment never happened. His head turned and double checked to see if there was anyone in the hallway. Nope. Good to know. As he took a deep breath, he leaned against the wall and let his senses "feel" his surroundings. With the size of the place, it was going to take a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alma looked up from a book she found and with slight amusement, noted that no one had come to investigate the robot. Standing up, she put the book down and began her way to the door. Something must be going on at the main room. It was like when security cameras get hacked in movies. You know SOMEONE should check it out but no one does. It's one of those plot conveniences that shouldn't really happen in real life. So why had no one come?
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 7:04 am
Mariana smirked. "It's not strange if I'm one of the people trying to figure things out. Then again, isn't everybody?" She wasn't quite sure where to place the guard. He didnt seem exceptionally bright, but perhaps that was because he was unaccustomed to being challenged philosophically. Now she was intrigued; she had to know how he'd handle under heavier fire. She glared at him, trying to pierce his eyes with her own and smiling quite wickedly. "So, then, how do you suppose knowledge can be found?" she queried, throwing as much doubt and ambivalence into her voice as possible.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:51 pm
"Yeah. They have been acting like this all night. They never shut up." said James Cross as he shook Gore's hand in shock. Gore knew who James Cross was! Mr. Al Gore had ran for President... lost... but he had still run for President and now Gore was standing at Delmor High's prom. For what reason James had no clue. What was even more bizarre was that Gore knew James's father. Now questions and answers started popping into Cross's head left and right.
James Cross knew why he had been asked to greet Gore. Mister Al Gore knew Cross's father personally. James let his mind wander towards the past, a direction that James almost never let his mind wander down. He distinctly remembered his father having a very close friend he called Al, but was it the same Al that was now standing before him? Harsher memories started flooding into Cross's mind after he let himself wander to the past, so James quickly shut his mind down and concentrated on the moment right here, right now.
James finally let go of Gore's hand and gestured towards the mansion. He was nervous as all hell. "Shall we start to make our way towards our destination?" James asked as he started to lead the way towards the massive home. As James walked he started to continue the conversation that had been going on before. "My father?" James winced as he asked. It was even hard to mention his father without rehashing the dreadful past. "How did you two know each other sir?"
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 1:38 pm
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The chief detective just nodded with raised eyebrows as James ran off to tend to Al Gore (Yes, the one-time presidential nominee… although this probably has something to do with global warming, not politics). “That man,” he explained to Violet, “Is a very important politician who wasn’t scheduled to be here.” He decided not to get into Gore’s environmental concerns until she asked about them. 
“Yeah, we can go to the stage as soon as you’d like.” Austin held his eyes on her. He didn’t like this. They’d both had their fits of weirdness. Now she was displaying arrogance and demanding pity. Of course, Austin didn’t recognize it for what it was, and only felt more awkward. “Really?” He asked. “Nobody called you?”
“Origins of knowledge?” Don replied to the girl, not feeling lonely in the slightest. She looked out of place. She had a date, and since she addressed him and not a guard actually collecting tickets, he figured they’d already been let in. “I – uhm – I don’t know. I would guess people’ve been trying to figure things out since forever.” He beamed. “That’s kind of a strange thing to ask.”
"Mr. Cross, so good to finally meet you!" Gore smiled warmly as he shock the officer's hand. "I knew your father. He was a great man." Gore dropped his voice, "And it's a damned shame what happened to him."
After numerous pictures for both her mother and Josh's parents, Penelope was glad to finally be in the limo and on her way to prom. As soon as she was confident they were out of sight, she opened the purse her mother had insisted she bring and pulled out the dark purple cloth. It seemed to be thinner than air, fitting in the small space with no difficulty, but the moment she held it it became heavy and wrapped itself around her. In an instant, the dress she held was the one she had been wearing for pictures less than five minutes ago. Somewhat shocked, she looked over at Josh. He had been in somewhat of a haze for the past few days and even now was drooling a bit as he stared into space.
"Where am I? Who am I? Where'd the Lightkeeper go?" These are the questions Josh asked as he suddenly found himself in a limo headed to prom. They were followed shortly by, "And why does my head hurt so much?"