[and suddenly there is a very ~regal~ presence back in the school. All of the Zombie's raging hunger suddenly ceases along with the majority of their remaining biological functions over all the school intercoms you can hear the King humming Barry White to himself, slightly off key]


I've been feeling fine, Baby~
having sex with my wife for so long~♫
and cuz she felt, like I felt, Baby~
We got it on~♫


Alright, after a night of extremely satisfying and vigorous love-making, I find myself again in possession of the unending patience and unerring judgment to deal with you sad, ungrateful lot. I must say, you've all sunk to a new low this time. I understand as well as anyone that Trickster's tomfoolery can be in poor taste, but a little bad shellfish is no excuse at all to turn what should have been a lovely evening into such an uncouth spectacle. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother doing nice things for you.

In any case, I suppose I'll have to sort all this out. Those of you who have continuing biological functions are to report back to the cafeteria, and the dead may report to the gym for punch and brains.


((IF YOU ARE ALIVE GO TO THE CAFETERIA
IF YOU ARE DYING BUT NOT YET DEAD, GO TO THE CAFETERIA
IF YOU ARE UNDEAD GO TO THE GYM
IF YOU ARE SUPER DEAD STANDBY FOR EVENTUAL REVIVAL

THE CAFETERIA OF THE LIVING
THE GYM OF THE UNDEAD

Living vote: BEST COUPLE
Undead vote: BEST ZOMBIE

REVIVALS
MEMORIES))

((DANCE THREADS:

THE DANCE, CONTINUED
AND AGAIN
OH MY, OMINOUS LAUGHER

EXPLORATION THREADS:

THE DATELESSNESS, CONTINUED
THE SHOP
THE HALLWAY))

Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 69, evening
What: The Homecoming Dance

[In the center of the Arena, there is a squat brick building, with the letters "SLT HIGH" hanging above the door. Outside of the building is a nicely-kept track field, at the center of which you will see the King.]

Welcome, all. We're very pleased to see you here at the Homecoming Dance. As a group, you've made it through 50 games thus far, and We think it's time you had a little reward for your efforts. Kick back and relax, dear blanks. This is meant to be a magical night. There will be entertainment, activities, refreshments, and an after-party to keep you kids busy until morning...

Oh, and to those of you who seem to think that this is going to be a fight, you should know that there will be no horseplay at the dance. Your battle capabilities will be returned to you after the game.

[You may notice a draining sensation from your limiters, because from this point on, everyone in the game is reduced to normal human capability. You're at level one offensively AND defensively, and you have no powers whatsoever, no matter how innate they may have been. Any weapons you may have brought with you have disappeared.]

Well, that's enough of a preface, don't you think? Go gussy yourselves up.

[At this point, you are instantly transported to the appropriate location.]

((MINGLE THREADS:

DRESSES
TUXES
LOSERS

DANCE START
NEXT SONG!
AN ANNOUNCEMENT
THE NURSE'S OFFICE
NEXT SONG))

Who: Whomever.
Where: Bathhouse.
When: Day 69, afternoon.
What:

[man, it's pretty crowded in here right now, what with that dance thing. chaz is trying to get clean as fast as humanly possibly so that he doesn't have to discuss the gigantic scars on his arms and chest to anyone. he's trying so hard, in fact, that he's dropped his soap.]

Uh, sorry, could you pass that-?

Who: Apollo and YOU
Where: At your team dorm!
When: Day 69, sometime in the late afternoon
What: LET'S INVESTIGATING

[SOMEONE IS KNOCKING AT YOUR DORM DOOR. VERY LOUDLY. After convincing himself that yes, the common areas are relatively safe, Apollo's out and about trying to get a grasp on the situation! Clearly this means by harassing every team ever \o/!]

Ah--! Hello? Anyone in there?

Who: everyone-everyone-everyone
Where: everywhere!
When: Day 69, midday.
What:There's that pot and pan noise again, and this time Reaper's shouting over it.


Kids! Dance in a few hours! Gotta get you all cleaned up. And don't you look at me like that, I'm telling you after they told me, got it?

Who: anyone
Where: Lacerta's garden
When: Day 69, mmmmmmmmmmmorning
What: getting back in the swing of things


Aah, sorry to you too, but I am back now. I promise.

[Aeris is sitting in her garden with her tools just poking at things. It's much slower going than it's ever been before, and sometimes she needs to stop entirely, muttering to herself or possibly the plants, but she's steadily undoing any backsliding that her week of absence caused.]

Who: Mitsuru, Syaoran + anyone
Where: Down by the lake
When: Day 69, afternoon
What: Book-learnin' and some conversation.

[There's a kid down by the lake today very studiously doing his homework -- reading a book and making notes.]

Who: Orion, anyone who would be in/around the dorm.
Where: Orion dorms.
When: Day 69, morning.
What: Journal entries.

[New addition to Orion's journal in hand, someone has just opened up to a blank page- and frozen at the sight of the one before it.]

...Jim? Carly? Chaz?

I think you should come and take a look at this.

Who: Anyone!
Where: Lakeside
When: Day 69, morning
What: A return to routine

*for the first time in almost a week, there's a blue mage at the lake shore, sitting on his heels and watching for fish. He seems a hell of a lot more relaxed, too. come socialize, or catch fish of your own.*