OFFICIAL AUTUMN MASQUERADE THREAD

The weather's changing and the forest leaves have all turned to brilliant shades of red, orange, and yellow. Can you feel that chill in the air? That biting sensation of the wind nipping at your skin...? Fall has arrived. And what better way to celebrate this magical time of year than with a masked ball? Huzzah!
Isaac Thatcher
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Feb 6 2012, 08:27 AM #81

Nothing was right in Izzy's mind at that moment. Everything was so very, very wrong. This didn't happen. This wasn't supposed to happen. How had he wound up here? Why was he stuck? What was going on? His tongue was like a giant wad of overly dry cotton in his mouth and there wasn't a word to be found in his mind as he stood there. "Ha! Yeah, I guess you're right." He managed to choke out after a moment or so, but that was all. Surely he looked as big a mess as he felt, right?Right? How could he not? He felt like he was about to crumple in two and become a heap on the floor any minute now. Stupid girls. Stupid ball. Stupid magic! This kind of thing had never happened before that weird guy had shown up at his house and told him he could do magic. He was at a loss.

And yet, for all the panicking he was doing in his head, it seemed the girl stuck to him hadn't noticed at all. It was really weird. The lion was so sure he had managed to singlehandedly destroy any shred of manliness he had ever hoped to possess in only a few moments, but the girl was still there. She was still standing there, batting her eyes and looking the picture of girlish cuteness. It was weird. Beyond weird even! But at the same time, it was also kind of reassuring. Knowing that he didn't look like he was about to lose his head gave Izzy a huge confidence boost almost on the spot, and aside from the shaking of his hands and the pounding of his heart in his chest he suddenly didn't feel so freaky and out of place. Now, all of a sudden, he actually felt as sure of himself as he had been trying to look. Sure, he still had no idea how to dance, but it didn't look too hard. He could figure it out. "Good, that's great! I-I mean, yeah. Ok. I'm... glad you want to dance!" The Gryffindor flashed the girl a wide, confident grin. He most certainly was the most charming man in the room! Or, he was trying to be anyway. She seemed to think so though, so that was good as far as he was concerned!

After another moment of trying to look smooth and cool, Izzy finally extended a hand to the girl. Hopefully she wouldn't notice how shakey it was. That was the only real flaw in this whole thing. But he kept smiling and laughing and trying to look collected and suave anyway. He could ignore the painfully huge pit of fear in his core long enough to entertain her. He even kind of wanted to, now that he thought about it... But that was probably just because it would mean he had been successful. At least that was what he thought anyway.

But while the second year was standing there imagining himself and the girl he was with swirling around the dancefloor with the rest of the kids out there and trying to convince himself that it wouldn't be so bad, fate decided to throw a stone in his path. He had been staring at another pair swishing around not far away, trying to figure out how they did it when an unfamiliar voice piped up right next to him. Izzy's head snapped back to see what was going on, and after a moment of confusion it suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Just who did this kid think he was? He had just barged right on in and was trying to steal his date away from him! Well that just wasn't going to fly. Especially not since this kid looked like a Slytherin. Rotten snake... Sticking out his jaw, the lion glared at the new arrival. "She's already got a date..." He muttered, not even realizing his word choice just then. He was a bit too preoccupied with picking up where they had been so nearly about to leave off. He was still stuck to the girl from what he could tell, so it didn't seem too likely that this other kid would be incredibly successful, but after all of that uncertainty and his final decision he didn't even want to think about how he would feel if this went bad.

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Izzy is more freaked out, blah blah blah. He decides he's going to try and be all cool because the girl seems to think he is, but just as he's about to try dancing for the first time, DISASTER STRIKES! Bum bum bummmmm!!!
Izzy is not happy.

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Iridessa Thomas
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Feb 8 2012, 11:23 PM #82

Whether the awkwardness was eminating from Iridessa or from the Ravenclaw in front of her, the little Hufflepuff couldn’t be sure. Her face was aglow with barely-bottled excitement as they both tried to blend into the swaying crowd smoothly by observing where the other couples were putting their hands and feet. She hesitantly laid a white-gloved hand on the point where his neck and shoulder met, trying not to meet his eyes, but wanting to meet them just the same. He seemed to struggle with what to do as well, seeming to often look into the crowd and take another couple’s lead. It was comforting to the little badger to know that she wasn’t the only one in over her head in this situation.

Finally, just as they were about to begin swaying to the soft music, a voice asked someone a question quite near to them. She looked over, wondering just who was talking and to whom, when, to her shock, a boy in pinstripe with a silver scarf-thing clinging to his neck was looking straight at her, body language obviously looking to cut in. Her mouth gaped a little at first in surprise, then her eyes swam in confusion. Her tongue seemed cling to the roof of her mouth and she couldn’t speak for a moment.

“She's already got a date..." her partner mumbled, causing her eyes to widen even further while a slow smile gurgled up from her toes to her face. A date! A date? She was somebody’s date! She tried to agree heartily with her “date”, but for some reason the prescence of this newcomer had welded her lipsshut.
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Feb 9 2012, 08:28 PM #83

The guy with the fedora had been staring at another couple on the floor, but when Peter spoke, his head snapped up and around to look at him with big eyes, looking kind of stupid in his weird long-beaked mask. Peter’s own [url=http://>mask< was a flexible silver material that covered half of his face in a sort of sophisticated style, matching his ascot and the shining silver pinstripes in his suit. It had been a very expensive piece that took his whole week’s allowance, but it was a one-of-a-kind and highlighted the best parts of his face, though it did cover up his cheekbones. The pretty girl and the other boy both had the same look of shock for a second, making Peter smirk a little, then the boy sent a glare up at him, jaw set forward, ready to fight.

“She's already got a date..." he said, and Peter took it as a challenge when the girl looked happy about him saying that. Peter held himself taller and tensed his muscles, looming over the kid, who was whole inches smaller than himself. He kind of wished that he had a stronger chest and stronger shoulders, but most of his workout up until then had been on his arms, and so he didn’t look as tough as he pictured himself in his mind, but he still probably looked intimidating to the untrained eye. If a fight broke out, Peter would probably win. However, if a fight did happen the other boy would probably get the girl on sympathy, so Peter wouldn’t win emotionally as well as physically, and Peter wanted to win all of the way, not just half. But, if he charmed the girl, then he would win both ways in the long run because the girl would be on his side when the other boy got jealous and initiated the fight. With this in mind, the Slytherin ignored the date comment with an exaggerated bow to the lady, taking her free hand and kissing it like a gentleman. The glove was smooth, and she smelled of roses, his favorite scent.

“I do believe I was talking to the lady, sir.” he said, blowing the guy off and flashing a dazzling grin at her that he made look sheepish in a conceited sort of way.
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Feb 9 2012, 09:52 PM #84

Oh for the love of Gryffindor! Who did this kid think he was? Did he realize what he was doing? Barging on in like that, trying to steal girls away from their partners. He obviously didn't know who he was talking to, or how amazing it was that the thing he was trying to disrupt had even been happening in the first place. Izzy had asked a girl to dance! He had been about to act like a man for possibly the first time ever in his life! It was amazing! It was like a break in the laws of nature themselves! Even magic couldn't have made such a thing happen!

So... Maybe that was why he was here. Maybe this kid showing up was nature's way of course-correcting. Maybe it had been a little too amazing that those things had been about to happen, so the world had to fix itself before something went horribly wrong. Well, even if that was the case, the second year still wasn't pleased with it. It had taken a lot of work to get him to the point that he had achieved. Now it was all kind of starting to fall apart. He didn't really want to admit it, but after the idea had set on him, it kind of hadn't seemed so bad... He wasn't going to say it out loud though, oh no! It was probably just the mask making him think like that. No one knew who he was, so it didn't matter what he said or did or thought. He might as well have been a different person entirely. And that was why this bothered him all the more.

The new kid was noticably bigger and tougher looking than Izzy. It was really obvious that he couldn't win that way. The lion was all scrawny, boney limbs, big teeth, and shiny hair. He was kind of like a mangy little runt of a cub, to be honest, but that didn't mean he didn't have his pride. Actually, it was probably all he had at this point. But he was going to let it show. He puffed himself up all big and tough and proud and stared that jerk straight in the eye. Forget his heart pounding furiously away in his chest. He wasn't going to back down that easily! Of course, he didn't know what else he was going to do, but this was a start anyway. So for the time being he resorted to almost protectively gripping the girl's other hand like it was his job to keep her safe from this jerk kid or something. That was kind of how he saw it though. He just seemed kind of... bad. If he was lucky, she wouldn't mind the scrawny loser he really was.

Self conscious? Merlin, what was he doing? This was going to be a long, weird night.

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Izzy's all upset and flustered. He doesn't say anything but he tries to look all sure of himself and 'defend' the girl he's with. But he's starting to realize he's probably out of luck because he's a scrawny little loser. PETER, YOU'RE GIVING MY BABY A COMPLEX! X3

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Ariel Silvermoor
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Feb 11 2012, 04:56 PM #85

Ariel, whose randomly prechosen partner for the evening had apparently not shown up yet, had been wandering about the room rather bored actually, when she saw that the boy she had been talking to earlier, the one in the hat, was being annoyed by some other boy... a Slytherin apparently, or so she deduced. Sauntering back, her long black formal robes flowing, she saw that he was evidently attempting to woo her new friend's date. This was, to Ariel's mind, NOT acceptable behaviour... and it most certainly WASN'T going to happen if she had any say in it at all. Ariel's quick brain decided to intervene and attempt to rescue the pair from the intruder's unwanted attentions with a distraction of her own. "Excuse me...," She said adjusting her silver cat mask slightly, as she addressed the trouble maker" If I may cut in, I would like to request the honor of a dance."

It was strange, almost as if some female instinct had driven her to speak... something inside her simply decided that what this stranger was attempting to do was WRONG. These two should be left together. Ariel didn't have all that much experience in Romance herself, but still... Honestly, weren't there enough girls who did NOT have dates that it wasn't necessary to steal one that did? It was absolutely, completely and totally outrageous!

Having said her piece, she cast a wink at the couple, indicating what it was she was trying to do. It wasn't that Ariel was at all impressed by this boy, whomever he was... for she wasn't in the slightest... but it bothered her to see him interfering with other couples simply because he believed that he could. If preventing that meant making the annoying sacrifice of having to dance with him herself, well... so be it. She had her wand and could always jinx him later if the need arose. Honestly, some people seemed to think that they could have whatever they wanted... whether it belonged to someone else already or not. The fedora wearing boy had obviously been there first. Her sharp blue eyes focused back in on the intruder... he was SO not going to get away with what he had been planning. To turn her down would be seen as the height of rudeness at an event like this... so it was 'check' and the snakey stranger's move now. Seriously, the eaglette thought amused, almost chuckling... I did NOT just use a chess term for that.

This was going to be an interesting evening... Ariel suspected that this flirt wouldn't recognise her in her mask. The ability to cover her identity made her feel much more confident than she might normally have done. She narrowed her eyes slightly behind her mask as she watched to see what the interloper would say. If he did NOT cut it out, then someone might have to take drastic action, but Ariel would really rather not make a scene at the ball if it could be helped.
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Ariel sees Peter cutting in on Izzy and Irry's date... decides to take matters into her own hands.
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Peter Stonewall
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Feb 12 2012, 06:46 PM #86

The guy puffed out his chest and glared daggers at Peter, and the snake almost expected him to poke out a pouting lip to go with his frown, like a puppy guarding a buried bone. He was definitely a Gryffindor, what with his silly display of macho, and this was fine in Peter’s opinion, because what better rivalry than between pupils of Godric and Salazar? Over a little Puff. It was your traditional joust in Masquerade form; two rivals compete for the lovely pink-clad princess’ affections. The Gryffindor tightened his hand around the girl’s and stood a little in front of her, as if protecting her from a bad guy or something. Peter smirked at the thought of playing the role of “bad-guy”, as if the Ball were a drama in a novel or RPG or something, and turned his eyes to the little Hufflepuff whose chocolate eyes were so captivating. She seemed to be the “Princess-and-white-Knight” type of girl, and so she was probably appreciating the Gryffindor’s jealousy over her. This was a complication to his “steal-the-girl” plan.

Then, on top of that, at just the wrong moment, a girl with bright, intelligent eyes and bushy brown hair stepped into Peter’s power-bubble that he usually used to intimidate people, which he had just been using on the Gryffindor, and quite effectively ruined everything with an offer to dance. It was ghastly—a girl asking the guy to dance—in the first place, then add on that the fact that she was ruining Peter’s night, and to top it all off, a wink, smirk and a haughty air about her said that she was doing it all on purpose. Peter found that the shoe was on the other foot—the ruiner had become the ruined, and Peter wasn’t getting the girl he wanted, and he wasn’t conquering the Gryffindor he wanted to crush. He scowled at the devious blue eyes under the silvery cat-mask and nodded his consent, first turning the Hufflepuff he had been aiming to score and bowing deeply, trying to express his great sorrow in leaving her without words, because girls liked to read in to little things like that, and so that was perfect. He escorted his new partner a little way away, and then scowled at her some more.

“What are you up to, little buzzard?” he asked, squeezing her hand harder than need be, square gaw clenched with his frustration. He was half-sure she was a Ravenclaw by the way she carried herself and spoke, as if she knew something he didn’t. Or, at least that’s how he felt she spoke, anyway. He was pretty sure he hadn’t met her before, or else if he had it was a brief meeting. Something about the dip of her lips, though, made him think of a certain irritating Lion, named Emric, who was an irritating thorn in his side. From what he could see of her face she was not bad looking, and he normally wouldn’t mind owling her sometime, but as she had just deftly ruined a conquest with a single sentence, she wasn’t really on his good side at the moment. He would now have to figure out just who the Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff were under their masks and win her over outside of the Ball instead of making it a one-time thing. He kept the other couple in sight so that he could run into them later, probably after ditching the girl on his arm at the moment. Maybe he could get close and somehow switch partners with the stupid Lion.
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Iridessa Thomas
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Feb 14 2012, 07:40 PM #87

As soon as her Ravenclaw partner proclaimed her as his date, this new, tall boy, who must have been ages older than her, seemed to get taller and bigger in an instant, poufing out much like a startled cat. For a moment she was sure someone was going to pull out a wand, muscles all tightening and chests all popping out like absurd balloons. However, all in an instant, the silver-masked stranger was bowed in half toward her, her hand suddenly underneath two lips, and a further air of confusion settling in on her. What was going on? As soon as Izzy was taken up by his random partner elsewhere in the hall, she had found herself between a bird and a snake, waist-high in alien territory.

As soon as the stranger had taken her left hand so gingerly, she felt a warm, firm hold on her right one, reminding her of a certain romp with two very good friends in that Fall’s cornmaze. She recalled a head of golden locks, blinking blue eyes, and a nicely framed overbite, and a grin lept to her face of it’s own accord. She looked down at the hand that had evoked the memory, and found that it looked kind of familiar. She followed the line of the Ravenclaw’s arm to his bird mask, trying to get a glimpse of his eyes, but failing, due to the fact that he was staring straight forward and was standing a little ahead of her.

If enough weren’t happening at the moment, a pretty girl, much prettier than Iridessa, floated across the dancefloor, making a beeline toward the tall guy with the curly hair. She had a mass of curls herself, and these piercing blue eyes that looked as if she had never failed an exam in her life. Casting a wink her hatted partner’s way, a flirtatious wink no doubt, the mysterious girlstole the handsome stranger away before a fight broke out. A short bow later, Iridessa and her partner were alone again, leaving her to wonder if the entire interruption had even happened. “That was… weird, huh?” she commented, wishing that they would pick up where they had left off, taking note that his hand was still around hers. She tightened her fingers on his, hoping he wouldn’t let go.
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Ariel Silvermoor
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Feb 16 2012, 05:33 PM #88

The tall boy took Ariel's hand... a bit more roughly than was warranted, but still... and the two of them headed off back towards the dance floor. The snake's next comment surprised her. It seemed this one was perceptive; at least, more so than many of his ilk. This judging from the fact that he had correctly guessed her house, as she recognized 'buzzard' to be the derogatory term for Ravenclaws. She would need to be cautious of him. " Up to?" She asked innocently and quirking an elegant eyebrow behind her mask, but with eyes sparkling that plainly said otherwise. "Ah... suffice it to say my motives are something I intend to keep to myself. Hmmm... and for the record, you should know that IF you are hoping to impress a Ravenclaw, calling her a buzzard isn't the way to go about it... we much prefer eagle,"she added with a chuckle hoping that this would successfully change the subject.

Yes, indeed, she mused; she would need to keep an eye on this particular snake... judging from the way he kept casting glances back in the direction of the couple he had been bothering, he would most likely attempt to desert her and go back to attempting to win the hat wearing boy's date at some point in the evening. Ariel restrained the urge to roll her yes... babysitting an overly flirty Slytherin was NOT what she had had planned for the evening , but no matter. As they moved about the dancefloor, the eaglette noted that the snake was a fine dancer... no doubt something that his pureblood family had insisted that he learn. Even some of the old muggle families were that way, as well, though... expecting their children to learn such social niceties... Ariel's included. She was suddenly thankful for the last minute brush-up she had given her dancing skills the other evening. "I admit," She added as they danced, with Ariel keeping a cautious eye on the fedorad boy and his date from where she was," That you surprised me by guessing my house." This was true, but then... there were a number of first year eaglettes who had brown hair, so it was possible that he wouldn't guess WHICH of them it might be... though her eyes, she reflected, her eyes were a bit noticeable. There was nothing to be done about that now, though... what was done was done.

Ariel still did not care overmuch for this snake, given what she had seen, but it never hurt to be polite... besides attempting to figure out which Slytherin boy was behind that mask would be an interesting challenge. It certainly wasn't anyone she immediately recognized... something in the way he carried himself said 'quidditch player', however. The snake, for his part, seemed to be thoroughly put out by the fact that a mere eaglette, and a petite one at that, had so effectively put a stop to his plans. Rudyard Kipling; a muggle author the snake would have no doubt have not heard of, had once said ,though, that the female of the species was deadlier than the male. This applied to the world of magic as well... there were any number of species of magical creatures where the female and not the male was the more to be feared. Either way, Ariel did not expect the snake to like her, and nor did she much care if he did. For her own part, she had decided to make the best of the situation... at least he knew what he was doing as far as dancing went and wouldn't stepp on her feet.
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Peter Stonewall
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Feb 19 2012, 08:53 PM #89

Peter swirled his impromptu date around and around as the music coaxed them, remembering the lessons he had attended with his more prestigious peers before school with cool satisfaction, rather enjoying how light his partner was on her feet as she moved through the familiar steps so fluidly, and in response easing his displeased frown into a more relaxed line. The weather outside on the grounds was slightly chilly weather and lightly raining. A domed ceiling depicts stuff in the colored glass that is glowing overhead, with floating flowers and candles drifting lazily through the air above their heads.

Peter noted that girl in his arms had dazzling blue eyes, beneath the mask, and decided to take a moment to weigh her fashion sense with an aloof air, making no attempt to conceal his approval. Her perfume was floral, but a subtle under tone, though, reminded him warmly of a dusty library and also candle wax, making his lips go from a straight line into a thoughtful smirk. Her dress was a long, sheer black robe, traditional witch formal garb, with open, flowing sleeves and a red sash which tied the overlapping front of the robe together, falling to the floor with a stylish hem. The collar of the robe swept backward into a feeble, red-lined pointed hood that looked more for decoration than use. Her dress, underneath the see-through robe, was a red that matched her sash and the embroidery and other little embellishments in the sleeves and bottom of the over-laying thing. It was a simple dress, perfect for complimenting the main attraction of the robe, and looked very nice against her skin tone. Her hair was down a waving mass of curls, and for a moment his inner poet said she was an ocean; stormy blue eyes, hair that billowed like the sea, an addicting ferocity in her spirit that even sailors couldn’t seem to master or resist. For a moment he was intrigued with this thought, almost deciding to give up on the pink-clad girl and go for the Ravenclaw, but then he remembered, regrettably, the fact that she had spoiled everything and also remembered Izzy and the job he had left undone, aka: demolishing the Gryffindor to lion-dust, but his thoughtful smirk still became more-so. All things considered, the Slytherin was pleased that he could not say he didn’t have an adequate partner; both in looks and footwork.

He lead her into a spin as she gave a half-answer to his question, noting, mildly impressed, that she had nice hands for an Eagle; her fingers were slim and cold, coming to a gentle taper at the tips. She probably, being a Ravenclaw, even had a little hill of callus on the uppermost joint of one of her middle fingers, showing her to write often, probably long essays just-for-fun at teatimes. Her voice seemed to dance in mocking circles around them, slight tweaks in her expressions able to convey a different message than her lips expressed, as if a conversation about jam and toast could just as evenly be referring to the rising tensions between Turkey and Chili over imported goods as it could be to the tasty snack.

“Wherever did you get the idea I am trying to impress you?” he said as she grinned laughingly, and at her steady aloofness his ears began to redden with a rising fluster that he carefully didn’t let show on his face but let crease his brow in what might have been perceived as the stern frown a father might give a misbehaving child. He had a feeling she knew his every move, and he didn’t like it. “From your rather uncouth petition for my attentions, I am lead to assume that it is you trying to impress me.” It was true, not just a ruse he was using to throw the ball back in her court, that he had no idea why she had interrupted his acquisition of the Hufflepuff, unless, of course, she wanted all of his attention to herself, which he had no problem with. In fact, normally, if left un-coerced in that direction by external sources, he would have devoted his whole evening to such a fair lady gladly. It was the way the pairing had come about that put him at odds with the match and made him seek liberty from it!

She said that she was surprised by his accurate guess at her house, which made him one hundred percent sure that she was a Ravenclaw, though he was already very sure of which House she was in, and he smirked contentedly at what he took as an implied compliment to his intelligence. “Well, we Slytherins are perceptive; you’ve got to be that if you want to be as cunning as we have a reputation for being.” He bragged with a wink, letting go of her waist for just a moment as he tapped his temple. “And, bet your loaf, you are dancing with the future Minister of Magic! I must have cunning and ambition for that, don’t you know!” It wasn’t a moment after he had begun the steps of the waltz once more with her that the soft piano music came to an end, and a Head Girl stepped up and announced a more upbeat change in music genre.
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Talk, talk, talky-talk. Peter thinks, and rightly so(wink), that Ariel is hitting on him… Also, whoever wants to can pick the music; I was thinking maybe some modern rock by a “(insert magical being here)-band” by live players or something, but yeah. Include a link to the Youtube… that would be fun! :)
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Conan McLaughlin
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Mar 3 2012, 10:57 AM #90

Thoroughly ditched by the beautiful ladies that he had been escorting only moments before, Conan made his laboured way through the crowded hall. His assigned date ditched him, his impromptu date had ditched him, and so had the German chick. Maybe he wasn't as much of a Kirk as he thought he was. Hmmph.

The Ravenclaw slumped toward the banquet table and filled a large pint with pumpkin juice to wash down the entire tray of pastries that had somehow materialized into his grasp like a Star-fleet officer might materialize onto an alien planet. Skumping down into the plush bench that he ended up covering with the better part of his rear, he opened his rebreather mask up to stuff his face with junk food like the producers of Star Trek stuffed the enterprise with Tribbles. A pit of self-pity and dispair sunk into his gut, and his eyes were all watery.

He wasn't crying, of course. He was just a little bleary-eyed on account of the spicy pumpkin juice and all, that's it. With a pout he glanced toward a girl nearby, a girl covered in purple, a black and white mask with a crescent and a feather featured on it, and also easily identifiable by her platinum white hair as a Hufflepuff named Pace. She seemed like a nice girl, and pretty, too, and would make a great asset to her crew as his Uhura. Lessee, so that meant he would have a cadet, an ensign, an Uhura... he already had a number one... and he was the Captain. Was there anything else? Well, Wyatt would be his Romulan guy. And He had a Borg Queen. So did that make his life complete?

He let out a great big sigh and wished he were cool, but he was just nerdy and he didn't feel liked. Was he too boistrous? Too charming? Too awesome? Probably all three. That was why the pretty foreign chicks ran off together to do... whatever all the single ladies did togehter. Conan had no idea what it was they did. All he knew was that he was wallowing at the moment. And being a big guy and wallowing wasn't very Kirkish in his opinion. It was actually kind of Archerish. Or even Chakotayish.

The prefect girl stood up and mentioned that a new genre was beginning, and so, naturally, he threw a cracker at Alexandra.

"Say, do you know how to sing, Pace?"

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Conan, ditched, wallows in self pity, pigging out, and throws a cordial cracker at Alexandra Pace, inviting her to Karaoke.

Whatta ya say, Lime-LX? A karaoke duet between Alex and Conan? Giving a great basis foooooooor....THE PITY PARTY. Ruhmembar? :3 /felt inspired
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