Lobby - All Day

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Layla headed down to the lobby as early as she could to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations.

She didn't go crazy with the glitter, but there was definitely more of it scattered around than there had been yesterday. Not that she was hoping the Fandom effects of glitter would happen to any of the boys who came by, of course.

[OOC: Open! It's the same deal as yesterday - only Juniors and Seniors can buy Prom tickets though they can bring underclassmen. Prom Court nominations are open for all students, regardless of class. And the handbook has a list of the Juniors and Seniors.]

Stairwell, Tuesday evening

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Sokka had just left the lobby and started climbing the stairs to the fifth floor. After climbing a few flights, he began to realize something was VERY wrong -- none of the landings had doors on them. After a few more flights without any doors, he got scared and raced back down the stairs to the door he had come in through. Which wasn't there. In fact, there wasn't any bottom to the stairs whatsoever -- they seemed to go up and down into infinity.

Sokka leaned out over the railing and looked down and saw, at the very edge of his vision, a tiny figure leaning out over the railing and looking down. He waved his arm, and so did the distant figure.

Sokka sighed, and stood there peering at the back of his own head for a good long time. "I guess it does look like a ponytail," he mumbled to himself, and then he started climbing the stairs again, because, really, what else could you do?


At one point he thought he saw a door -- labeled "1.618th Floor" -- out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned, it was gone. Sometimes, Fandom weirdness was fun, but sometimes, it really wasn't.


[[OOC: Sokka's a victim of the bendy reality. Post is open for anyone else who wants to come get trapped on the stairs for the evening.]]

First Floor Garage, Tuesday Evening

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Sam was drafting plans for a cloaking device and trying to figure out how to graft it onto the swoop bike. The swoop bike itself was taunting her--it was sitting there, practically begging to be flown, and flown fast, but she couldn't take it with her (no matter where she ended up after graduation) if it was going to be visible. The technology was simply too advanced and too alien.

She also occasionally glanced at the rough sketches Luke had made of his speeder, and was wondering if she should start over and install the cloak on the speeder.

"Hmmmm."


[ooc: Post is open!]

Poster

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At some point during the day, Buffy could be seen putting up ( posters )

The text went:
Totally Not Prom!
Bonfire! Hot dogs! Peeps onna stick!
Where: The Camp grounds!
When: this Saturday!
Wear: Casual and warm!
Who: Freshmen and Sophomores! *

* Upperclassmen only allowed as dates!

Buffy wanted to party too, and hey, if the weather turned horrible they could always have a fire in the lobby or something. She bounced off happily to buy all the foods she'd promised.