Min: So *trying very hard to make small talk*, do you know where Elspeth is at the moment?
Rushton: She's gone to New Gadfia for some reason...with Dragon. Wouldn't say why.
*dances by Rebecca and Ariel*
Rebecca: What's that smell? Kind of like...bacon? *notices Rushton* Oh!
Rushton: a little more like a wet mop, I'd say.
Rebecca: Why you-! *launches herself at Rushton*
Rushton: Bacon, hey?! *launches himself at Rebecca*
Ariel: Methinks they're only doing this because...they're actually in love with one another.
Min: ...hey!! Good thinking, Hrayka-ly one! What would you say to that, you two?
Rebecca: *Stands up looking a cross between horrified, amused and furious*
Rebecca: Please, please tell me you were joking *shudders*
Ariel: I never joke
Rebecca: *pleadingly* Min?
Min: *laughing* I dunno, Ariel might be onto something here...*Rebecca death stares Min* Rushton? What do you say to the allegations against you that you're in fact in LURVE with Rebecca, and that explains your constant bantering for the entirity of the ball?
Rushton: ...I *gapes* ...I don't have to answer your questions!
Ariel: But I forsee that you will.
Rebecca: Oh, please don't...*looks for a way to make an escape*. Where did Dameon get to?
Rushton: I didn't...*pauses*...is it that obvious?
Min: oh dear...I was only joking...
*Stares at Rushton in disbelief*
Ariel: Well, I was right, or at least half right. He's in love with you! *Cackles manically*
Rebecca: You're in love with me. That's excellent. I was about to proclaim my eternal love for you too
Rushton: Really? That's great!
Rebecca: Of course not, you prat. In case you hadn't noticed, I really dislike you.
Rebecca: Shall I tell him guys?
Tegan-or-Gilaine-,-as-Rebecca-put-it: what an interesting dilema. *glances around* we should give them some privacy, Ariel, care to dance with moiself?
Ariel: you speak french?
Tegan: comme un ÃƒÂ¢ne agricole putrÃƒÂ©fiÃƒÂ©.
Ariel: *is mystified* TouchÃƒÂ©, mon ami.
*Tegan and Ariel move off, leaving Rebecca gaping like the goldfish currently being plucked from Gevan's hair*
Jow: *flounces up to BarGroup* have any of you seen Tegan?
Min: No, wouldn't Tegan be following her idiosyncrasy and wearing poink?
Jow: that's what we all thought, but she's wearing a semi-poofy silver dress.
Rebecca: Has anyone seen Gilaine?
Min: No, dearie, not at all.
Rushton: *Gazes starry-eyed at Rebecca, who is looking horrified* Tell me why dislike me? What have I done?
Rebecca: You're an overprotective, jealous, paranoid git with an inferiority issues and an obsession with pigs.
Rushton: Nevertheless, will you dance with me?
Rebecca: I can't take this anymore. Talking punch bowls, waterfalls, and now the man I loathe is proclaiming his love for me. *Faints*
Keeper of the Sherbet Lemons
*Flit looks at Siryn's date*
Flit: Oh! I say! I thought it was getting a bit chilly in here *pulls a barrel from her pockets and sets it on the ground*
*picks up the flaming date and drops it in the barrel*
Bunne: Oh! Let me help! *picks up the guy with wings and drops him in* With those pants we certainly get a nice warm warming glow...
*Random hobos wander in and warm their hands covered in patched brown gloves*
Meanwhile, on the dancefloor
Ariel: Who are you, by the way? *motioning to mask*
Tegan: oh, no one special.
Ariel: Please tell me?
Tegan: Why? So you can tell the destoyer? Or even worse...JOW?!
Ariel: that seems to strike a bell. *rips off mask*
Tegan: GASP! My disguise!
Jow: THERE SHE IS! GRAB HER WHILE YOU STILL CAN! *no one moves* awww, come on! Please?
Min: someone's had to much of Gruffyd's Brew.
*chatter continues, while Jow heads across the dancefloor towards Tegan*
Tegan: *spitefully to Ariel* thanks for the dance, I hope you're torn apart by wild animals one day! *rushes away, hiding from Jow*
*Min & Domick drag Rebecca over to the bonfire started by Flit & co. (from Siryn's buddies, no less) where all the hobos, and most of the ball-participants, are warming their hands*
Min: The warmth will help wake her up.
Rushton: *sobbing and following* Oh, it's all my fault...I should never have said anything...Lucy's going to kill me...
Dameon: Lucy? What about Elspeth?
Min: And what about Freya?
Domick: I...think she's really hurt, someone call a healer!
*Gevan escorts Roland into the ball*
Roland: Did someone call me?
*he sits down and starts to do Healer-stuff*
Turks: YES. SOMEONE. DID. CALL. YOU.
Bunne: Where are the marshmallows?
Rig: *holding up a bag* I have this packet of imitation marshmallows. I stole them from a certain LorFer who shall remain nameless, because this is Ober.net and we don't want to confuse anyone, but I shall just say that each one is perfectly symmetrical.
Flit: Yes, but what are they made of?
*Rigel reads the side of the packet*
Rig: Dessicated pinapples and Min's ballgown.
Min: *from the other side of the room* Argh! Where's my gown gone?
Rig: Oh, sorry, I mean Min's other ballgown.
Min: Thank goodness!
Bunne: Do we have any sticks?
Flit: I stole some chopsticks from Domick. Oh, and I have these mis-shapen forks in my pocket. There's a bit of lint on them, but they're still good.
*they spear the various implements with marshmallows and toast them on the burning ball dates*
Bunne: So, umm, why did Domick have chop-sticks on him anyway?
*wanders in* ...I should probably get a dress o_O
Ariel: hel-looo *slides over* You know, only one letter holds us apart...we're meant to be [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/cool.gif" alt="8-)" border="0"/>
Arien: um...ew. Hey, you remind me of someone
Ariel: *nervously tugs at collar* really? heh...how strange...*looks for an escape*
Arien: .........Draco? o_O
Em: Why wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t he have chopsticks?
*spears Marshmallow with a chopstick and holds it over the flames*
Em: I mean, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the thing to do now days. Are you telling me you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t carry around some chopsticks? *looks at Bunne suspiciously* Just in case?
Em: *returns to toasting marshmallows* It was terribly helpful for Siryn to bring a friend with their pants on fire wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t it?
Keeper of the Sherbet Lemons
Flit: Oh yes, terribly helpful! *reaches into her pockets and pulls out a full scale camping gear including tent, chair, billy can, and a three hundred seating dinning table complete with place settings and candelabras*
*Trevor jumps on top and wiggles his bottom as he settles himself in place*
Flit: *swings the billy can filled with cunchies and chocca for a chrunchy chocca mix, and frowns at the fire* The fire's a little low, is there another one of Siryn's dates we can throw on?
Bunne: Hmmm... they're a little bony, aren't they? Mind you, those wings look like they'll burn nicely for a while yet.
*Over the other side of the room, Siryn suddenly feels a shiver run down her spine*
Em: So, Trevor... found any prodigies yet?
Trevor: No, they're all too badly dressed. Can't anyone do frilly white lace with dark brown ringlets in their hair any more?
Flit: It's shocking, truly shocking.
*She reaches into her pockets and pulls out a ten tier candelabra*
Flit: Yes, this should set the scene nicely.
Rig: Who's Danger?
Rig: Yes, Tegan's flirting with him but I haven't seen him all evening.
Em: I think he went off to the cloak room with Jow.
Bunne: *suspiciously* What for?
Em: I don't know. To get their cloaks, I guess.
Flit: How about we burn the boat?
Bunne: I don't know where it went.
Flit: Ah well. How about we burn all these spare invitations then?
*All the Mystic ball attendees watch in horror as the LorFers burn the ball invitations*
Gevan-as-security: We're under attack!
Keeper of the Sherbet Lemons
*All watch as the tickets suddenly draw themselves back together, dust off the ashes, jump out of the barrel and kick Bunne in the shins*
Rigel: My, what talented little tickets
Em: We should name them and teach them how to do tricks
Rigel: And take them to carnivals and--
Bunne:Don't... just don't.... *pulls a face as she sits down in the camping chair and rubs her shins*
Flit: Right, this isn't working, these dates don't have enough on them to burn... we'll have to try something different... HUZZAH! My pile of right shoes!!
*intercepts Jow, and prevents him from following Tegan*
Look, I've just heard you're supposed to be my blind date, okay? I've been waiting patiently by the bar *hic* for ages for you to show up and now I find you've been here all along! Not only have you tried to stand me up but you've been chasing after some other girl all night!
*throws a full glass of very purple alcohol over Jow, staining his face, and walks back to the bar, ignoring the bizarre mixture of repentant apologies and outraged screams behind her*
Em: *pats ticket* Wow! HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s soo cute! What can I call him?
Em: *smiles and grugs ticket* Shazza it is!
Gevan-as-security: *clears throat* Excuse me, but what do you think youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re doing? *looks pointedly at the fire*
Em: Umm, burning Flits extra shoes? *grabs a shoe from Flits pocket and throws it on the fire*
Gevan-as-security: No, before thatÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Is that a wing I see on fire?
Em: OhhÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Well, umm, they got a bit too close to the fireÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ and they just fell in! *looks mortified*
Flit: Yes, honest, twasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t us. *throws more shoes onto the fire* Would you like a marshmallow Gevan?
Gevan-as-security: Well, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m supposed to be on dutyÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Em: Aww, come on, you can have just one! *holds out a chopstick skewered marshmallow*
Gevan-as-security: Oh alrightÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ *takes chopstick skewered marshmallow and holds it over the fire*
Em: Would anyone else like one? We have plenty to share. Oh, is that Jow and Danger coming out of the cloak room? Perhaps they would like some if they don't get distracted on the way.
Flit: I think the Chrunchy hot Chocca is ready too!
*stands looking bewildered*
Lucy: What the hell's going on?! [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/rolleyes.gif" alt="::)" border="0"/> I'm gonna kill Rushton (Elspeth won't even have a chance)
*Rushton skulks over to Lucy*
Rushton: Lucy, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!
Lucy: What's your fault?
Rushton: It's Rebecca - she's...passed out.
All-around-the-campfire: Tell her the rest!
Rushton: After I told her...I loved her...
Lucy: You wha-?!
Rushton: But I love you too...
Domick: And Elspeth-
Matthew: And apparently Freya-
Rushton: I'll make it up to you! Dancing, music, chocca, whatever you want.
Lucy: ...well, I could go one of those toasted marshmallows...
DM:*Steps out of the bathroom* Whats going on?? * looks around room adn sees Arien being tormented by Ariel and walks over*
Arien: Hi DM, where were you? you missed the talking punch and the waterfall...
Ariel: Yes, they were behaving most uncivilised, and i believe they have ruined the carpet... Gevan was rather unimpressed and .... such bad manners on the Ober girls behalf... tsk tsk...
DM: uncivilised? bad manners? Speak for yourself.
Ariel: I do, my lovelies
Arien ( turning to DM): God he can be creepy...
DM: I know what you mean * sigh*
Ariel: What are you two discussing?
DM and Arien: umm.. nothing??
Ariel: Im not stupid you know. But, everyone has faults. Do you ladies want a drink?
DM: Absinthe shot with red bull and vodka chaser
Arien: Ill just have the red bull and vodka.
* Ariel walks over to a waiter, who brings the drinks over. Ariel has a chatruese shot and a vodka redbull chaser, and is looking more relaxed than before.*
Arien: Thanks for the drink Ariel, im just going to go talk to Min and some other people. might see you around.
Ariel: I believe, dear Arien, that the pleasure, was entirely mine * evil grin*
Arien: arrg!!!!* goes off to talk to Min*
* The DJ changes music, and puts "As the world falls down" by David Bowie ( think Labyrinth masked ball scene) on *
Ariel: Dragon Mornir dear, would you care for a dance? * graciously puts his hand out, bows, takes DM hand, and waltzes all over the dance floor*
* DM ponders as to why people think Ariel looks like draco malfoy, when really he reminds DM of david bowie in the Labyrinth*
Ariel * wispers in DM's ear*: Wy jesteście takimi pięknymi dziewczyną .......
DM: wow... you know polish as well..... *swoons*
Squirt: *wanders over to Dameon whose looking incredibly lonely* Hi Sweety!
Dameon: Hi [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/sad.gif" alt=":(" border="0"/> I'm getting the impression that perhaps I'm not dancing as well as I used to...
Squirt: You used to dance well? I mean, really? But you looked so graceful and handsome out there on the dance floor!
Squirt:*Slams shield in place so as to protect her feelings of guilt from being felt by Dameon* Yes! Of course! I have this beautiful new dress, thanks to Trevor, and I'd love a dance, no one else is going to ask me...
Dameon: Sorry, missed that last bit, and what was that about Trevor?
Squirt: Oh, nothing, nothing at all, dance with me?
Dameon: why, how could I refuse? I'd love to!
*Dameon and Squirt waltz gracefully around the dance floor*
*after a very long dance Dark One wanders over to the bar smoking a large cigar.
DO: Anyone for chocca?
All at bar: Yes!!!
goes behind bar and starts serving drinks Tom Cruise/c0cktail style...
*Rebecca wakes up and looks around, disorientated*
Rebecca: What happen... Oh Lud! Tell me it was all a dream.
Domick: Actually, I'm afraid it wasn't.
Rebecca: *Rubs eyes* Then Rushton did just proclaim his love for me?
Min: And Freya, Elspeth and Lucy.
Rebecca: *Sarcastically* and that makes me feel so much better.
Rushton: You're awake! I'm so sorry! I didn't realise you would be so overwhelmed?
Rebecca: So WHAT?!
Min: Rushton... I leaving round about now would probably be a good idea.
Rushton: Why? I want to make sure Rebecca's alright.
Min: I'm sure she'll be fine. Why don't you go and get her some chocca. *Rushton wanders off to find Rebecca some chocca*
Rebecca: Thanks Min.
Min: That's fine. Still, you might want to get away before he comes back.
Rebecca: Sure will!
*Rebecca hides behind a tree and Rushton re-appears with Chocca*
Min: Ah! Rushton. You best be a good date and go give that to Lucy.
Rushton: But what about Rebec-
Min: Dameon's seeing to her.
Rushton: *turns red* Dameon sees to everyone in the end, doesn't he?
*Rushton storms off*
Domick: Is it me, or is he getting easier?
Min: Easier to what [img]http://s4.images.proboards.com/tongue.gif" alt=":P" border="0"/> ?
Rebecca: *emerging from tree* Easier to dodge.
Min: Now tell me, what is the deal with Rushton and you? Since the beginning of the ball, you've both been avoiding each other, then throttling each other - then Rushton declaring his love for you...it's almost like you have a history...?
Domick: And I thought it was Elspeth who had the multitudes of boyfriends...
*both wait for Rebecca's reply (or confession...?)*