[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: BLANKS WITH NO GROOVE
Where: Arena
When: Day 68, evening
What: Dance lessons!

*Ophiuchus has no unearthly ability to call you to the Arena, so chances are someone stopped by your dorm earlier to let you know there would be homecoming game preparation in the evening. Either way! The time has come. And it's not hard to spot the large area of the arena that has been swept clean. Slick and Reaper wait there.

Slick is wearing his new duds, which you may have seen him in. Black slacks and a black button up dress shirt. With the new addition of a nice fancy, black and silver handled cane. His hair is swept back.

Kariya looks the same as ever, but with his coat put aside so you whelps won't get distracted by his shiny buttons.

They are waiting for you (=*

Who: Kariya and Tseng, anyone!
Where: Where YOU are
When: Day 68, BRIGHT AND EARLY
What: Dress-making and shoe-glittering workshop.

[Ahhh, what a nice, quiet morning. The perfect kind to spend catching those last few minutes of precious sleep, right?

. . . it's too bad though, because right about now you'll hear the familiar sound of a pot being hit echoing through your dorm :Db]

(ACTUAL ACTIVITY STUFF GOES HERE)

Who: Whoever
Where: Delphinus
When: Day 67 morning
What: pie

[There is a freshly baked pie sitting on a windowsill. It smells good. Where did it come from?]

Who: Whoever's around
Where: All the dorms!
When: Day 66 afternoon
What: Messenger's bored again



Did you know that your dorm has an old-fashion chiming doorbell? Well, it doesn't, actually. :( But you're hearing one now! :D

[As everyone starts trickling out of the hearts]

How was it? Did you make your mark?

((Feel free to revive as you see fit, everyone! Persona revives to slightly worse condition than you came in; you will come back to life, but you're still kinda sore and maybe you have a sinus infection. Idk. Pick a minor discomfort and roll with it.))

˙ǝlʇʇıl ɐ ʇno ɯǝɥʇ dlǝɥ ɹǝʇʇǝq p,ǝʍ-ʍ ˙˙˙ʞɔıs ɟo puıʞ ʞool sʞuɐlq ɹnoʎ ˙ɹǝʇʇǝq ǝuoƃ ǝʌɐɥ plnoɔ ʇɐɥʇ `llǝʍ

[To poor, poor Team Angel: you get a cureall for the nausea and trauma you suffered, plus a nice boxed lunch and a tiiiny box of candy for each of you. Chaz's box is extra big. With donuts in it.]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Arena.
When: Day 63, noon.
What: Game ADVENTURE! :D

[Suddenly, in the Arena! There is a rather interesting ... structure stretching nearly to the ceiling. The whole thing is a bit rickety and dusty, and it looks as though pieces might be missing in spots. When you've had a board game for long enough, it's easy to misplace a piece or two, after all. :|a

A pair of familiar voices float through the air, but their statues appear to be absent. This might be a game, but this isn't a Game...]

We don't have any of the pieces anymore? Aww ...

¡plnoʍ ʎǝɥʇ ʍouʞ ı ¿ʎǝɥʇ ʇ,uplnoʍ `sn dlǝɥ p,ʎǝɥʇ ¡ɥo ˙˙˙ ssǝlun ˙˙˙ ʎɐld ʇ,uɐɔ ǝʍ uǝɥʇ-ʇ