Halloween Dance!

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The auditorium is decorated with black, orange, and skeletons, and the punch is (thankfully) unspiked. It's time to put on your finest (school-appropriate) costume and head to the Halloween dance!

All dance threads must be posted in this sub board. This event runs until November 30, at which point all threads here will be locked. They will be archived in this board, not moved to the auditorium archive. (So don't worry about asking to have it moved.)

Costumes may not be offensive and must adhere to the school dress code. No bare midriffs, excessively short skirts or cleavage, and boys must wear shirts.

The matchmaker has produced these pairs. Apologies to anyone whose match was imperfect, due to the applicant pool and specific requests from character preferences.

Navi Holmes and Dawn Ramona
Eloise Eaton and Sam Rixon
Jace Murphy and Sawyer Lynn
Savvy Bishop and Forrest and Skye Cheng
Kamilia Engel and Orion and Naomi Stewart
Kailin Bishop and Bolin and Chonglin Zhou
Lany Bishop and Flynn Harper
Olivia Baker and Jesse Adams
Clement Evans and Brea White
Appoline Meian and Peyton Turner
Katy Bishop and Calliope Gallo
Ferris Macklin and Hay-lin Mae
Cee Cohen and Evangeline Jada
Kateri Rivera and Vincent Meian
Milan Myles and Nakia Kenjutsushi

Happy Halloween!

[Kieron Sharpe]

Kieron hadn't entered into the match-making service for the dance, partly because the blind-dating scene had never really been his thing and partly because he worried about the possible repercussions of working with a colleague after the ball if it all went horribly wrong. Whilst admittedly there was quite little that could go wrong in that regard whilst in a room full of other people, he was prone to worry about these things and so had decided to go along just to chaperone.

That didn't stop him from wanting to get dressed up and make a bit of an effort, though. The Irishman had always had fairly high spirits and loved Halloween and the silliness that it contained, and whilst it had taken him a while to select a suitable costume he had thoroughly enjoyed the process of putting it together. With his floppy brown hair and stubble he could naturally pull off the general facial look quite well, and after gathering together a white shirt, turquoise waistcoat, brown trousers and a pair of bucket-top boots he was pretty much set. A wide leather belt around his waist supported a small frying pan and a leather pouch that carried a supply of first-aid essentials, just in case.

The somewhat dimmed room allowed the nurse to wander around without having to hide behind his sunglasses, though they too were tucked into the pouch on his hip on the off-chance that he would need them. Sipping on a cup of lemonade Kieron walked down the long side of the hall, watching everyone socialising, before leaning against the wall to watch proceedings through quietly calm hazel eyes.

[Costume]

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Maebelle had no freaking idea why on earth she was going to attend the Halloween party. No one had asked her to go and it wasn’t as if her goal was to be more social that evening. Perhaps she just wanted to fill some emptiness deep within, feeling slightly more confident to participate than when she had been a student at Hammel herself. She had always stayed at her room, avoiding crowded places. The gardener wouldn’t have to feel inferior to other students and she would be free to leave without others forming an opinion about that. Or maybe she was just curious. Curious about possible drama that would take place. Curious about who would attend it was well.

Hands slightly tugged at her black skirt as she walked, more than relieved to have tugged on some tight pants underneath. It wouldn’t exactly be Hammel appropriate otherwise. Still though, the young woman normally didn’t wear anything like this… but she had falling in love with the bee costume. It was perfect for her.

She probably was too focused on checking if everything was in place though, not having expected that someone would be standing in the middle of the corridor. Or, well… more the the side since that was where she was walking. Caught off guard, Mae immediately mumbled an apology while eyes shot up to check on who the other person was. It softened her expression and actually made a soft smile replace the apologetic look. “Zack!”

“Hi. What are you doing here? Are… are you waiting for your date?”

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean had not entered into the matchmaking for the Halloween dance entirely because he already had a date. Not only did he have a date, but he had a date with the only person with whom he desired to have this date. Josh had agreed to chaperone with him, which, in the psychiatrist’s opinion, was the correct course of action. Bailey was attending the dance, and thus the attorney would have been home alone with Mopsy if he had declined the invitation. Instead, Bailey was dressed up and having fun, and the two men were by the refreshment table keeping an eye on the attendees.

Specifically, Sean had staked out this post for two reasons. The first was that he could guarantee that nobody would spike the punch, if he was right beside it. The second was that, from this vantage point, he could see every student and faculty member as they entered the auditorium. That way, he could make certain that everyone was in compliance with the dress code for the dance.

Once the dance was over, Sean and Josh would go home, and he would thank his partner for helping him to chaperone.

Seeing Kieron staked out at another spot, and dressed as one of the many Disney prince characters, or perhaps a different Renaissance-era character, the psychiatrist waved to him in greeting.

[Midori Hawkins]

Before Tory, Midori had done a lot of chaperoning work. It had been a nice way to meet some of the other staff members in a more casual setting. Quite often, Eli had been her date. Well. Not quite 'date', but close enough. Tonight, however, she was solo. Eli was sick at home, and at the risk of giving it to Tory, her son was actually with his father. Darryl was back in town for a week or so, and had gladly taken the toddler for a few days. Midori missed him terribly, but it was good he was bonding with his father. Of course, he was only going to leave again, but she was forcing herself to see the good in the situation. However little it was.

She'd signed up to chaperone when she'd known Darryl was going to be in town, but had very nearly backed out of it when Eli had come down with a cold. She had been more than happy to stay home and watch movies with him, making sure he actually stayed quiet, but at his urging, she had kept to her commitment and gone to help with the dance.

It helped she got to play dress up. Sure, wearing a dress was fine for the normal dances, but the Halloween dance? She had gone for a modern vampire look, complete with dark red nail polish and lipstick, and fangs that were making things like eating and drinking a little tricky. She was half convinced that she was going to swallow one every time she tried.

Well. Hopefully they would last the night.

She had already seen several people she knew as she skirted the dance floor, keeping an eye on the teenagers that were moving to the music. A part of her missed being a student. Events like dances were so much easier when you were that young.

The shifter headed over to the refreshment table, trying to determine what might fair the best with her fangs, all the while trying to keep a solid eye out for any misbehavior. She would be the first to admit to being fairly... well, not good in terms of conflict, but at the very least she could alert Sean, or someone more useful.

After settling on a small cookie, she glanced up to see if anyone she knew was nearby. What was a dance without socialization?

[Zachary Mae]

Zack drove into the school parking lot, really the only reason why he was even here was to see how Hay-lin was doing on her date, and maybe spy on her. Yes, he was still a child, nothing was wrong with that. He liked being a child some times, granted he would never act like on in front of his students that would be unprofessional.

He walked toward the auditorium; he wasn’t dressed up, because he wasn’t planning on staying long. He just wanted to check up on a few things, see how some of his students were doing in a crowded place, and of course there was Hay-lin. Even though she had yelled at him yesterday about putting her into the matchmaker, which was pretty funny. The girl needed to get out more that was the only thing, and the only reason he had to put her in it. He was starting to worry about the woman, she was so closed off to people, and he wondered why. She had been way more outgoing in her teenage years… This wasn’t like her, but he guessed Korea changed her, just like it changed him.

He really wasn’t paying attention when someone bumped into him from behind. She turned around, to see a very old, yet familiar face. He smiled, “Hey Mae.” It was weird for him to call her Mae now.. Since he had changed his last name to Mae when he turned eighteen. “Oh I’m just checking up on a few people” It was obvious from his outfit, a black tank top, a jean vest, and black skinny jeans, that he wasn’t dressed up, he was himself. “Nah, no date this time. My boyfriend is actually sick.. What about you? Are you looking for your date?” Because Zack didn’t think Mae wouldn’t have a date, the girl was amazing.

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Of course Maebelle did wonder why the man hadn’t dressed up. Not that she was one to judge though. She hadn’t really felt like putting on a costume either, but here she was anyway. Hands held onto one another behind her back when he spoke, and a soft smile graced her lips. “Stalking, huh?” She attempted to tease. Once more, she shouldn’t stick her nose in his business. Eyes momentarily drifted away from him as students passed them by, only for her to soon gaze up at Zack again once he informed her about why he lacked a date by his side.

“Oh, that’s sad. No date for me either THOUGH.” Maebelle smiled, looking over at the doors that led into the auditorium where the dance was taking place. Ever so slowly and idea began to dawn upon her, yet she wasn’t too sure just how good it would be to suggest it. Part of her wanted to make it sound like a joke, but she feared the man might not take it serious then, hence the reason she opted to simply blurt it out. “We could go in there as each other’s date.” Lips pursed slightly, almost as if she would take those words back if possible. Instead she was figuring out how to explain it better.

“You could be way more subtle about the stalking”, Mae teased again. “And I would look less pathetic while trying to blend in with the walls.” Or, well, hopefully his presence would keep her from trying to achieve that. “Right?”

[Kieron Sharpe]

Despite the fact he was only acting as a chaperone Kieron had been rather looking forward to the dance this evening. Even though he supposed it counted as just another form of work, it was a different social situation and broke his rather monotonous routine a little. He had always been rather social in spite of his somewhat awkward nature and even though he was currently playing the part of a wallflower, the abundance of new and interesting people was both reassuring and promising.

Catching sight of Sean's wave, Kieron smiled brightly and waved back in greeting. He knew Dr Neville well from when he had been a student at Hammel himself, and even though it had been over two months since he had taken a job at the school Kieron still felt a little strange thinking of Sean as a colleague instead of his psychiatrist. The same was true for many of the staff members who had been working at Hammel then, though. He could easily remember when he had been a student flitting around at the balls, still full of hopes and dreams and the promise of an exciting future.

It was funny how a few years could change everything.

Kieron's eyes were then drawn to the doorway as a bee drifted into the room. Maebelle looked absolutely amazing, of that there could be no doubt, and he considered walking over and greeting her before he saw her chatting to another man. They were out of earshot but were clearly very familiar, and Kieron's eyes dropped to the ground as he came to the conclusion that the non-costumed man must be her date. Oh well. He wouldn't disturb them, and at least she seemed happy with him. That was what was most important. Right.

Taking a long drink of the lemonade, Kieron placed the now-empty cup onto a nearby table and resumed keeping an eye out for any mischief or mayhem.

[Devon Wentsworth]

Holy mother of God, how much did I drink last night?

Devon couldn't quite remember how he had gotten home from the Churchkey last night. He had the vague feeling it had been in someone's car but there was a part of him that really hoped it wasn't. He couldn't remember vomiting and his mouth hadn't tasted completely vile when he'd woken up on the floor in his living room so he thought he couldn't have been tooo bad if he had been in someone's car, but he still felt sorry for whoever it had been. Devon wasn't a violent drunk, far from it, but he did tend to get rather hyperactive and... sometimes rather handsy.

Then again, for all he remembered it could have been a bus or taxi. He couldn't decide whether that would have made it better or worse.

It had been early afternoon before Devon had woken up with Uno impatiently jumping on him and demanding to be fed, and even now at the dance he still wasn't with it at all. Had he not previously offered to chaperone the Brit wouldn't have turned up at all, but it wasn't in his nature to go back on his promises and so he'd popped alka-seltzer like it was candy and tried his best to at least seem relatively awake and aware. He had known that there was no chance in hell he'd have managed to do the face paint he was planning on doing, not without a strong risk of accidentally poking his eye out anyway, and so he'd rushed to the fancy dress store in town to see what costumes they had. He had a back-up plan in case he had to sneak away from the dance early, but it wasn't really suitable for chaperoning.

Alas, since it was last-minute on the weekend right before Halloween there had been very little choice, and Devon had ended up in a mascot-type costume that would have made him laugh if the sound wouldn't have added to his headache.

Oh, irony...

Devon had made it his duty (in his own mind at least) to supervise the snacks tables and was generally doing a pretty good job of making sure no one stole off with everything. Although the brownie bites were disappearing a touch quicker than they might have had he not been supervising them. A fellow staff member yoinking a cookie caught his eye, and Devon's jaw dropped (thankfully unseen) as Devon realised it was Midori. His mouth moved silently for a moment, eyes trying not to stare, then he slowly approached her. “You should've come out last night. If nothin' else it woulda made putting your make-up on today more interesting.”

[Midori Hawkins]

Midori, shockingly, hadn't noticed the giant otter until, well... yeah, until she realized that someone, or something, was making off with the brownies at an alarming rate. Granted, she'd been elsewhere prior to settling near the table.

But really. The costume was difficult to miss.

She glanced up when a familiar voice spoke, and she tried to smirk around her awkward fangs. "To the Churchkey party? I thought about it." She shrugged and picked up a cup of juice, toying with the rim of it. "I helped Tory with his costume instead. Darryl's taking him trick or treating this year, because he's actually in town. He's Superman this year. Cape and everything." Tory had been obscenely proud of himself once his costume had been picked out, and had insisted on parading around the house in it at every possible opportunity.

"Still. Doesn't really compare with a giant otter," she teased before picking up another cookie and offering it out to him. "Cookie?"

A thought occurred to her then, and she tried (read: failed) to hide her smile behind her hand. "So if the party made make up difficult, how's yours then, Devon?" Hey, she was happy, and he was fun to tease.

[Zachary Mae]

If anyone asked he would say he was dressing up as himself. Because really, he had that much of an ego… And he was okay with that, so was his boyfriend, so he wasn’t going to change how much of an ego he had anytime soon. He nodded, “Mostly my sister, I had put her into the matchmaking thing, she kind of hates me now, but I wanted to see how she was doing.” Zack gave a few students a nod of acknowledgement, and others he waved at. “I also just wanted to see how the dance was going in general.

He raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry. Anyone would be very lucky to have been your date. And they don’t know what they are missing out on.” He had always seen Mae as one of his closer friends during his Hammel times. They spent some time together, more time together then he did with most of his other friends. He grinned, “I would love to be your date.” He bowed his head slightly to her and stuck out his arm for her to interlock with. She already knew he had a boyfriend, “As long as this is only us going as friends, right?” So he hoped she naturally knew that nothing was going to come out of this…


“I wouldn’t want you to look pathetic. But there is no subtle way for stalking my sister..” Not with her power anyways, and especially because she knew that Jay was sick, so she most likely figured he wasn’t going to end up coming…

[Dio & Evan Thanos]

Dionysius and Evander weren't particularly fond of Halloween, mostly because they weren't fond of rotting teeth, trick-or-treaters and the very revealing costumes that some people got away with. Luckily at Hammel there was a dress code of sorts. He was intent on keeping that dress code enforced because he definitely didn't want to see any of those parts from his students, whether he taught them or not. The very thought of it created very disturbing images and his face scrunched up in a most unpleasant way. Very unpleasant indeed.

Halloween, though not his thing, he dressed up regardless. The Blues Brothers, a classic and quite fitting for him. Granted the twins were identical and there wasn't a fatter twin to differentiate between them in that way, they made do with what they had. Evander had a pillow strapped to his stomach to make him seem a little more on the chubby side of things. It was awkward, walking around with a pillow strapped to one body, but not the other. He managed though, with only a little mental strain trying to grow accustomed to it.

Upon entering the auditorium, he glanced around to see if there was anyone worth socializing with. After all, many people were thrown by the dry sense of humor and lack of expression coming from him. Still, his students, some of them anyway, knew that he really was fun. It was all dependent on the company he kept. If the companion was boring, he was boring. If his companion could have a little fun, they had some serious fun. For now, Dio and Evander stuck by one of the walls, across from another official that was looking out for trouble. Dio and Evander ignored the displays of affection between students, only giving warning looks to those who were a little more...affectionate than necessary.

Another dance, another boring time. All he wanted was to have some fun, yet, there were few people he managed to have fun with.

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Maebelle did chuckle at the confession, yet… “I guess it makes sense why she hates you.” She was somewhat joking though. The thing was, she would not have been too happy either if someone had entered her in the matchmaking. The gardener rather entered by herself than having ended up with a person who she might not get along with. Plus, that proved to work out as soon as Zack accepted her playful suggestion. It made features lit up and her arm gracefully hooked with the man’s. “Guess you’re that lucky one then.” She mused. After that Mae was quick to shake her head. “Oh, no, definitely! Good friends.”

Her free hand momentarily reached over to give the arm that was interlocked with hers a tiny squeeze. After that, blue eyes drifted ahead as they entered the auditorium. “If we dance,” Mae began. “You’ll be able to scan the entire room and we’ll stop twirling as soon as you spot her.” With a nod to approve of her own idea, her gaze eventually settled on another familiar face.

Kieron. And his amazing costume. Mae tried to recall if she had mentioned just how handsome she thought Flynn from Tangled was in her opinion. Those clothes on K… they were the perfect match. For a couple of seconds she actually forgot about her date. When she caught herself looking though, she quickly tore her eyes away and glanced at Zack again.

Dancing would now be the solution for both of them. While Maebelle might not want to admit it, she was already fighting the urge to look over again… which she did, subtly, before sort of absentmindedly draping arms over her friend’s shoulders to participate in a slow. What she believed to be subtle, however might not really be. She did look away whenever he peeked over, but clearly not fast enough. If the young woman could detect this, surely he could as well.

[Devon Wentsworth]

It was interesting how it seemed to be with Midori. In all the times he had seen her, the recruiter had been one of two extremes. She'd either been in fairly plain standard mum/ work clothing, or she'd been... really, really not, like now and the time she'd shown up to the staff night out. There seemed to be no fairly predictable middle ground with her, and that fascinated him a little bit. “It was a really good night; well, what I can remember of it anyway. Shots of this... blood-looking stuff that tasted like strawberry started happening. That's about as late as I can remember.”

Devon smiled brightly as Midori explained what she had been doing instead and he nodded in approval. “Good kid! I bet he's loving runnin' around in the costume.” Halloween wasn't such a big thing back home as it was here in the States, but when they had been much younger Cade had sometimes taken Devon out trick or treating. Only up and down the streets near there home, where they knew most of the people anyway, but it had always seemed like such a big adventure. “He should come back with a real hoard; dunno how anyone could resist him.”

Laughing softly, Devon shrugged his shoulders. “The otter was unintentional. I woke up late and this was all that was left in the store.” He smiled brightly as the cookie was offered, even though she couldn't see it. “I shouldn't... but I will, thanks.” He wriggled his hand through the slit in the otters wrist (a useful but rather morbid feature) and accepted the cookie, his nails still polished to look rotten and gory and his hand still carrying faint traces of the fake blood from last night. The cookie disappeared through a slit in the otters face, reappearing a moment later with a bite missing. A few moments later, Devon said “I can't decide if all the sugar is making my head better or worse.”

Midori's question eased another laugh from the Brit. “If I hadn't have gone out last night my make-up today woulda been awesome. As it stands, I ain't lookin' so pretty right now.” Unlike you. Devon shook that thought away quickly and another bite of the cookie disappeared. “Still, I think the otter is growin' on me. Familiar, y'know?”

[Midori Hawkins]

In all fairness, Midori had seen Devon in equally different situations. From his grubby paint stained clothes in the art room (that her son had added to), to looking somewhat more tidy at the staff get together, and then at the pool where he’d just been wearing shorts... and now the otter costume. Talk about differences. “Mn. I’m glad you had a good time.” The copious amounts of drinking that tended to take place was generally why she avoided the Halloween party. At the Christmas party, every seemed slightly better behaved.

She brightened when the discussion turned to her son. “He loves it,” she confirmed. “Keeps telling me how he can fly as he runs around.” He seemed to be under the impression that the cape was magical, and it was all she could do to keep him from jumping off the back of the couch. “His plan is to come back with an entire treasure pile. I’m hoping his Dad can handle him that long.” Darryl didn’t spend a lot of time around his son, so she could only hope that he could last the evening with a hyper toddler insisting he could fly.

“I think it’s appropriate. And kind of cute.” Not quite as cute as he could be when he was an actual otter, but close. “And I shouldn’t either, but here I am.” A few wouldn’t hurt that badly. Ever since she’d managed to finally slim back down after having Tory, she’d been trying to be careful. But sometimes, sweet things called. Like the cookies. The state of Devon’s hand managed to alarm her, but only slightly. He was the art teacher, after all. It only stood to reason that he was good with make up too. “Nice hands. Must have been a hell of a party. What did you go as?” Her guess was zombie, but it could have been anything. “Grease is usually better at killing off a headache than sugar, but if you want some Tylenol I have some in my office. I don’t mind getting it.” The dance would be okay if she left for a few moments.

“Well, if your face looks anything like your hand, I’d be inclined to agree. But I’m sure it was fabulous last night?” She offered a sweet smile before taking a little brownie from his stockpile. Less safe than the cookies, but she’d manage. ... Or pull a fang off, but she was willing to risk that for chocolate.