[right][sub][color=lightgray]TIMESTAMP/TIMESKIP: Saturday Around 5:30 PM LOCATION: Lobby to entrance of school gymnasium FT: [color=EDBAB9]Celeste Green[/color] & [color=922b2b]Levi Green-Locke[/color] Small FT: [color=#e06666][s]stinky[/s] Stan “The Man” Rogers[/color] [@LovelyComplex] & [@smarty0114][/color][/sub][/right] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NBduhZS.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/r80J6xa.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/NBduhZS.png[/img][/center] [color=lightgray][indent][indent]A dance is not just a dance. Certainly not at this school. When the populace consists of the children of Hollywood celebrities, business moguls, and sport legends, the standard exceeds the expectation. If you expect your classmates to go above and beyond, wearing what's in season, what's trending, and what's ridiculously overpriced, go bigger or go straight to fashion jail. Be better and set the trend. Don't follow it. Try to separate yourself apart from all the girls that may choose to wear a sexy tiny black dress, just like you, for the red carpet. How will you stand out in the crowd? How will you be remarkable and glam when you're surrounded by people that have spent their entire childhood mastering how to perfect their look? How can you surpass those you know [b]are[/b] better than you? These are some of the questions you should ask yourself before showing up with hammy downs and becoming a laughing stock and the next viral joke for the beautiful, dirty, rich kids of Beverly Hills. Their existence alone shows where you stand in the hierarchy and to try to change the way things are, this late in the game, would take more than a bunch of rowdy rough boys that call themselves the Elite (who are just as rich, just as privileged, and just as fortunate, as all the shallow, mean girls they compete with). Speaking of the Elite, there seems to be plenty of inner conflict. Theo and Benji's public spat caused quite the stir. Curiosity roams the halls. Tragically, they lost the game but perhaps a loss can be someone else's gain? What will happen to the boys, brothers-in-arms, that balance the political field with their general jackassery? And how will the Hive seize this opportunity to ruin the Elite further? With the arena set, weaknesses revealed, and the elections just around the corner, there's plenty to anticipate in the upcoming months. All the drama aside, we return to what matters: the Homecoming dance. This dance is the first official one of the year to truly set your name in stone, to get your peers to remember who you are, and to look at them with purpose: this year will be [i]your[/i] year. The theme is rather cliché. Hollywood. The Red Carpet. Fame. Stardom. Legends who never die. When you have Ethan Green interrupting the dance committee meetings, constantly trying to tip the scales of this year’s aesthetic, because let’s be real, homecoming sets the tone for the rest of the year, and even offering to do them favors, to spice up the pot… Well, no fight was worth the agonizing back and forth. Especially not with someone as persistent, charming and full of himself as Ethan. When a boy wants something, he will get it. [i][color=#cba55a]Whatever it takes.[/color][/i] The leader of the Elite pack would say. The dance, where people show off and judge each other, is where the kids can pre-game and talk about the main event: the after party. School shenanigans are one thing but relaxing and forgetting about your worries, the hakuna matata way? Now that’s worth getting excited about. Who cares if you’ve just gone through a bad break up or you’re too involved in someone else’s drama! Forget about that because tonight you’re going to be free. You’re going to let loose. Cowabunga and shit! And remember what Miles Dalby (played by Curtis Armstrong) said in [i]Risky Business[/i]: [color=#cba55a]“Sometimes you gotta’ say ‘what the fuck’, make your move. Joel, every now and then, saying ‘what the fuck’, brings freedom. Freedom brings opportunity, opportunity makes your future.” [/color] You are Joel. Say what the fuck and just go have fun. Take a chance and live a little. Don’t worry about the consequences, that’s tomorrow’s problem. It’ll only be a little messy, right? Say yes and live the dream and remember team: [color=#edbab9]“What the fuck,” [/color]Celeste Green grimaced, having arrived early to the dance to put fliers up, wearing pink obvi. She was staring at the bulletin board by the gym, where the homecoming dance would be held. The school only really got a venue for prom. The rest of the mixers and dances were held in the gym. Cost effective - even if money wasn’t an issue for BHHS. The school would much rather use their funds to improve the learning programs and facilities, as well as pay faculty and staff far better than the average American school, than spend unnecessary money on a dance venue. The Green princess, far more regal than her cousin Diana, glared at the fliers that displayed Naomi Davis and Levi Green-Locke running for student council president and vp. Of course Levi would try to be something he was not and that was someone worth power and influence, who actually cared about the people. Hilarious. [color=#edbab9]“Butler, isn’t this funny? This is so funny. Levi really thinks people will listen to him. What do you think he will do for the school? I have my theories. You know what I think? He will do [b]nothing[/b]. Because that’s what he does best. Nothing. The king of nothing! Well dear, this won’t do.” [/color]Celeste put her own advertisement over Levi’s and harshly stapled over it. Like the petty queen she was, she made sure to cover the whole board. The Green Foundation Auction was far more important than some stupid student election. November 1st, Friday Evening. Proceedings would go to the Green-Minded scholarship which her grandma Alyssa would present and give to a few lucky students during the senior honors and awards ceremony. Think of it like the golden ticket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory where the Greens help kickstart a couple of students’ futures. There were requirements and it was up to teachers to nominate students based on their grades, performance and general enthusiasm to go above and beyond. Exceed expectation, with a promising future ahead of them. Students they believed won’t be a wasted investment for Alyssa Green. Her grandchildren would not be given the chance to get this scholarship - they had other expectations to meet and a trust fund to earn. It wasn’t like the money mattered to any of them. The Green children were set for life. They didn’t need the scholarship (though the idea of having their own money, apart from their family, was a nice thought). Celeste was doing her part and making sure people knew how giving her grandma could be. How rich, powerful and influential her grandma was. How wonderful a woman she is. The almighty Alyssa Green. This was far more important than some stupid election and would certainly make her grandma happy.[color=#edbab9] “Silly, silly Levi. He really is in over his head.”[/color] When Levi stood to benefit, he was very much capable of getting his hands a bit dirty, eager to, even. He’d foregone getting ready with the girls in favor of hitting the campaign trail running. He wanted this, and he was going to get it. The rhythmic clicking of his staple gun was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder from Butler, and when he turned, the stonefaced bodyguard silently tilted his head to the left. Levi’s eyes followed the motion, and landed on his cousin, doing what she did best. Fucking with his life. [color=#922b2b]“Celeste!” [/color]His voice echoed through the empty gymnasium, startling the serfs who were putting the finishing touches on the dance. He marched over to her, Butler (Butler Prime, if you would) not far behind him.[color=#922b2b] “So glad you could take a break from lighting puppies on fire to come dance.” [/color]He stood across from her, straight-backed and stoic. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought Butler was his father.[color=#922b2b] “I’m guessing you’ve been starving yourself to fit inside that clown costume and your brain isn’t at it’s full, unimpressive capacity, so I will say this slowly. You. Stapled. Over. My posters.” [/color]He forced a smile and cocked his head. [color=#922b2b]“Would you like to take them down, or is Butler Number Four feeling particularly helpful today?”[/color] [color=#edbab9]“Over my rich, dead body,” [/color]Celeste retorted, stapling loudly in front of her cousin. Her Butler, who was a giant in comparison to her, held the fliers and simply used this opportunity to leave the two to their own devices. He held the fliers with one hand and played candy crush with the other. Celeste turned to look up at her cousin, who was 10 inches taller than her, and scoffed, [color=#edbab9]“First of all, Levi, I’m a fucking American. I don’t need to know anything. Second of all, nutbag, you’re going to get bored of your little experiment as you once again ride the coattails of your best friend, who lets be real has more personality than you. If you want to put in the work of taking down the advertisements for grammy’s auction, be my guest. I’m sure she’ll be so pleased to hear about that.” [/color] Levi crossed his arms, and relished in the fact that he was able to look down on his cousin. [color=#922b2b]“Choosing the right coattails is PR 101. Don’t be pissy that I picked a Paris Hilton and you picked two prettier, less enjoyable, Richards siblings.” [/color]Boiling his and Naomi’s relationship down to numbers and favorability was hardly an accurate representation, but Celeste could get fucked. She wasn’t entitled to the inner workings of his heart and mind.[color=#922b2b] “Also, fuck you, don’t bring Grammy into this.” [/color]With oneslender hand, he reached over, and tore the poster off the wall. [color=#922b2b]“She likes me better anyways.”[/color] Instead of getting angry, like Levi wanted, Celeste snickered. “[color=#edbab9]This is why we’re not in the same league, Slenderman. Look at you, doing exactly as I say! The work of a servant boy. I’m not surprised, obvi. It’s clear as day you're not a Green. No matter how many times you tell yourself you are. The DNA speaks for itself,” [/color]She beamed up at her cousin, unburdened and unbothered. Glancing at the torn paper, which ripped his own flier, because of the sheer amount of staples she used, she jested, [color=#edbab9]“One down, plenty more to go. This was my last stop. Have fun backtracking to all the boards.” [/color]She lifted the staple gun up and made a gesture as if she was going to shoot him with it. [color=#edbab9]“Just kidding!”[/color] She teased, pulling back her arm. [color=#edbab9]“I could never. Violence is not my cup of tea. Now, Levi. Please put on some deodorant, you smell like war and that’s just gross. Oh and make sure you eat a mint too. It's impressive you manage to stay so confident when your breath is like gag. I feel bad for whoever decides to kiss you. Assuming you’re that lucky. Consider this a gift from me to you, saving your ass from your own sweat and bad breath.”[/color] Levi dug his perfectly manicured nails into his perfectly smooth palms, and glared. She always had to take it there.[color=#922b2b] “I’m pretty sure I smell like Versace, but, God willing, you’re just having a stroke,” [/color]he said with a sigh and a roll of his ocean eyes. [color=#922b2b]“Go play at being relevant, Celeste. After all, this is your last shot at it before you have to sell your soul to Andy Cohen. Bravo always needs an almost pretty, bitter, hag.” [/color] [color=#e06666]“... hey guys, Cesca told me to ask you: are you going to help us blow up balloons or are you just gonna’ keep beefing?” [/color][url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EbNuCQaUcAAuaIb.jpg:large]Stanley Rogers[/url], apprentice to Jamie Callaghan and next editor-in-chief of the Pirate Hook (hopefully), interjected, knowing he was walking right into the thunderdome. The youngest Rogers showcased geek fashion with a comic book [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4c/95/ec/4c95ecb4e8ad7e5660a0e3e1fe31d7e0.jpg]boutonniere and a tie[/url] to match. His suit was navy blue and his shoes were red converse. While not high fashion, he thought he looked pretty cool and his siblings, Tristan and Tyler Rogers, gave him the seal of approval. That was more than enough validation to stunt on his peers. [color=#edbab9]“Tell Francesca I’m not even on the dance committee and it’s hilarious she thinks I’ll ruin my manicure by doing manual labor. You idiots should’ve just hired people to decorate for you.” [/color]Celeste glared at the little dweeb that interrupted her and her cousin’s sass off. [color=#edbab9]“I’ll tell you what, munchkin—”[/color] [color=#e06666]“It’s Stan…”[/color] [color=#edbab9]“Don’t interrupt me. Now, Levi here loves helping the people. He’s actually running for VP with Naomi, can you believe it? Anyways, he’s totally ready to do whatever you guys need. As for me, I’m going to powder my nose and wait for my besties to get here.” [/color] Stanley tried to get another word in but Celeste was already strutting off to the bathroom, like a pink tornado, with her Butler in tow. He turned to Levi to see if he actually was willing to help the dance committee only for his attention to be brought back to the blonde diva down the hall. [color=#edbab9]“Have fun sucking your own dick, Slendy! Ta-ta for now!” [/color]She turned the corner. Levi ground his teeth before forcing a smile. He was a politician now, after all. [color=#922b2b]“Butler, go clean up her mess. I have to help Sean,”[/color] Levi said, so confident you might not even realize he was boiling over with rage. He turned back to the underclassman, Levi-suit snugly tailored once again. [color=#922b2b]“Okay, I don’t do paint, I don’t blow up balloons, and I’m definitely not going to be breaking a sweat in this tux. So, where do you want me?”[/color] [/indent][/indent] [/color] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NBduhZS.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/DWJZi8p.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/NBduhZS.png[/img][/center] [color=lightgray][indent][indent][i]Hello Limitless family! Sorry for the incredible delay. From vacations to the ups and downs of mental health, we all have been going through it and that’s okay. We’re a great group of creatives and no matter what, real life comes first. Now that we are all recharged and refocused we can get the show on the road. I’m so grateful to have you all part of this roleplay and I can’t wait to see where we take it. Now the prompt is simple: get your character to the dance. You can write a pre-gaming and/or a getting ready scene, or you can have them already here. You can have them contemplating not coming and getting dragged by a friend, or you can have them grab the courage to go on their own and face their fears: asking someone to dance. The possibilities are endless. The moodboard above is the aesthetic of the dance. Hollywood glam, red carpet, movie magic, stardom. It’s time for you to shine bright like a diamond because baby, tonight can be heaven or tonight can be hell. Live a little and see where you end up. The scene with Levi/Celeste is slightly before the dance, which will start at 6 PM. The Homecoming King & Queen will be announced at 9PM but don’t get too comfortable. Ethan Green, his boys and the Gearheads plan to crash the event and bring the party to the never been seen before, Green vineyard, Eden Springs, just minutes outside of LA county. Anyone that’s anyone will be there. The party buses and limos are first come, first serve. In addition to that, the gearheads are willing to take a few people too. If you end up not being able to fit, guess you’ll need to find your own way! It would royally suck if you miss the first major party of the year. Remember kids, the theme is Risky Business. Make sure you have a change of clothes to look like one of the characters. Ethan Green takes his love for movies quite seriously. Lastly, say: what the fuck and chase the night like a goddamn fool. We are young and we are free. Happy Homecoming! [/i][/indent][/indent][/color]