there was a BOO in the night ! {OPEN!}

[Melissa Matthews °]

Mew's Costume (without the shower cap) !

Mew was so excited about this dance!

Not only was it her first real high school dance, but it was Halloween dance! Everyone was there in costume, and the food was good, and everything was just so shiny and interesting and exciting! The music was pretty loud, but she was having fun just bouncing around, and this time, no one cared! They were all bouncing around and having fun too! She had never been so deliriously happy in her life.

She swirled around, her white balloons (which were supposed to be bubbles) bouncing off of each other as she waved her arms and around and swung her hips and just danced. She didn't care what she looked like, or how she might appear - she was just moving in time to the thumping music and having fun. She flung her arms up in the air and this time hit someone. She turned to see who she had hit.

"Oh goodness, I'm really sorry about that!" She exclaimed loudly over the music. She smiled happily. "Isn't this fun, though? I've never had so much fun! Wheeeeeeeee!" She turned around in circles. A space was cleared by a few of the dancers, but others didn't notice she had moved and she proceeded to hit them with outstretched arms.

She laughed as she apologized, too hyper to really notice if there was irriatation. "Sorry! Whee-hee-hee-hee!" She continued off on her dancing, occasionally looking around for new faces, but mostly spent her time enjoying herself.



Summary:

[/i] Mew is wearing a bubble costume (see above), and is dancing around a little crazily. She hits someone with her arm first, and apologizes to them. She soon starts spinning around, crashing into more people as she does so. She doesn't really seem to care, though, and is just laughing and dancing in a ridiculous fashion. She's having lots of fun, overall.
Comments:[/i] Mew likes high school dances now. xP Feel free to jump in - maybe Mew hit you? XD
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[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

As a result of this bouncing, five people were knocked over in the first minute. One of which, Mello, had previously sprained her ankle earlier in the day and was now seriously peeved. She picked her Lil' Red costumed butt off the floor and stormed over to the peppy bubble-bouncer, grabbing the top of her head and lifting her slightly off of the floor.
"You, m'dear, need to SHUSH. NOW."

[Melissa Matthews °]

Mew's Costume (without the shower cap) !

Melissa felt her head being grabbed and looked up into the dark eyes of a serious girl. She looked a little familiar. Had she met her somewhere, perhaps? But she was more interested in why her dancing and fun had been stopped, and so more of her attention ended up on the girl's words.

"You, m'dear, need to SHUSH. NOW."

Mew looked indignant. "And why would I need to do that? I'm just having fun. In fact, why aren't you dancing? It's fun, see?" She pushed herself and grabbed the girl's arms, starting to waltz, which seemed very unfitting in the loud rap music that was currently playing. But then again, Mew had always been of the theory, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!" Maybe she should just convince this girl to lighten up and have some fun! She was trying to pull the girl along with her in her waltz, moving in a waltz pattern with her own feet regardless of her partner's movements. She laughed, smiling widely again.

"I'm Mew!" She called over the music. "What's your name? I love your costume!" She complimented her with another laugh. She did like her cute Red Riding Hood costume. It wasn't quite as great as bubbles -- what could beat that? -- but it was still cute!



Summary:

[/i] Melissa is indigant, but instead of getting mad, she pulls Midge into waltzing with her (whether Midge actually decides to waltz or not is up to you, of course). She's basically just holding onto her arms and swinging back and forth slowly as if she were waltzing. She changes the subject by introducing herself and asking the girl's name. (Yay ADHD!)
Comments:[/i] Hee hee, yay! Hope to see others join in the fun, but thanks for joining, Artsy~! :D
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[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

(PS Sorry for the short posts, I keep doing those on accident!)

Midge was rather confused. how on earth had she gotten from holding this littler one a little off the floor to being waltzed with in rap music? Clearly, this hyper one was skilled in the art of the bubbly. Midge knew well that messing with people of this sort was futile, so she decided to go along with the waltzing for a moment or two until she could distract the blond into letting her go. (At least they were waltzing and not break~dancing or something. She was good at classical dances. In fact, they were the only reason she came.)
Honestly, she kind of admired the loud one. Though she was being aggressively annoying at the moment, she wasn't giving a twig about how other people would give her dirty looks. Usually, Midge didn't either, but she knew a large number of people who did. They always got on her nerves. Many people got on her nerves though, which was why she often flung water balloons at them.
"I'm Midge, but some call me Mello," she answered distractedly. She was looking for some type of punch to spill on the floor to get her out of this. "You're dressed as Lady Gaga, right? Or is it just bubbles?"

[Melissa Matthews °]

Mew's Costume (without the shower cap) !

Mew laughed as she twirled the hapless girl around. She was a great dancer, but not only that, she looked somewhat familiar. Maybe she had met her somewhere, but she wasn't sure just yet. She ignored the thought for the moment and sidestepped in her dancing maneuvers.

The girl replied to her distractedly, looking away from her, but once she said her name, Melissa's face lit up excitedly. "Midge! Good to see you again! Remember me? You ambushed the tour with a cape! It was so cool! How are you doing? I really like your costume!" Not even aware that she had repeated her statement, she let go of Midge's hands and bounced up and down excitedly until she realized that she had been asked about her costume, a very exciting question.

"I'm bubbles! I thought about doing Lady Gaga's costume because it was fantastic, but I don't have that kind of money or time, sadly. It looked so fruitastically cool! Ooh look, I made a up a new word! Though maybe it should have had something to do with bubbles, hmmm..." She pondered this for a moment, and then cried, one finger pointed up to the sky, "Bubbletastic! I love it! Isn't that awesome?" She inquired, feeling that everyone got excited over small things like she did.



Summary:

[/i] Mew recognizes Midges (since they met on a timeline that precedes this event), and then gets excited. She talks about her costume, and comes up with new words.
Comments:[/i] Herpa derp.
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[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

"Fruitastic..." murmured Midge. She was sure that the Poetry professor had assigned her to create a Limerick with something that rhymed with that. Of course, it wouldn't be allowed in the poem since he was a stickler for words hat existed. Midge was peeved about that sometimes, but eh.
Oh, so this was the girl who'd stayed behind at the library! Midge smiled dreamily. "That was a pretty good one, eh?" She quickly realized that she hadn't specified which "That" she was talking about, but all of the options she could think of were "a pretty good one". (The words that Mew was saying, Lady Gaga's costume, her costume, bubbles...)
"Do you know whatever happened to that other boy who was back there?" Mello asked, no longer caring whether she found a wet thing to slip upon. "He was a bit of a grump, but I'd like to apologize to him. I don't want him to think I'm a monster, no matter the contrary evidence. He'd be a fun guy to hang out with. And since he's big, he could help with some of my pranks." This was the most she had said at once in a while, it made her tongue hurt. Midge decided she should just be quiet for a minute to ease the slight pain.
She dipped Mew and watched as her ponytails flipping over oddly, like a beagle's ears whenever they get stuck inside out and you feel obligated to turn them back the way they're supposed to be.

PS Oh, right, that preceded it! Cool beans!

[Melissa Matthews °]

Mew's Costume (without the shower cap) !

Melissa lit up as Midge recognized her. It was nice to have somebody she knew and recognized. She liked Sam, but wasn't much of a talker. Midge could understand having a good time and having fun while doing it, instead of needing to be convinced into having a good time.

"Sam?" She confirmed. "Yeah, I know him. He's just kind of grumpy sometimes, but don't worry, he's really nice. I'm sure he'll forgive you and everything if you see him again! He said he would be here..." Mew looked around curiously. She wondered where he could be, but as she thought about it, she realized the most obvious place for Sam to be.

"Let's go see if he's over by the food table!" Melissa exclaimed, holding onto Midge's hand, intent on dragging her new friend over the food table to see if Sam was there. She was optimistic that he might have dressed up, though his text messages indicated otherwise. Just as they started off, though, the lights went out with a loud "fizzzsssh!"

There were screams, shouts, and laughter from all around her and Melissa gripped Midge's hand more tightly. She was scared by the sudden change in surroundings, but she just laughed and tried to reason it out. "Maybe it's for a show? It didn't really sound like it - it sounded like the power was forcibly turned off, since the sound was an indicator of the ohms decreasing in the circuits. What's going on, Midge, can you see anything?" Mew could see very little.



Summary:

[/i] Melissa is excited that Midge recognizes her. She decides to take Midge over to the food table, where she thinks Sam is. The lights go out and she tries to reason it out and just laugh it off to hide her fear at the unexpected change in surroundings.
Comments:[/i] Blackout!
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[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

Midge blinked and looked around. It took her a second, but she could clearly see most everything after a while, being a night owl had its privileges. Many people had used the lack of light to begin playing tonsil hockey, she was almost sure two of them were Kit Felix and that Bartholomew boy...

"Yeah, I'm fine," she responded to Mew's inquiry. The poor girl was laughing, but beads of sweat had begun to trickle down her bubbled costume, she looked really frightened. Midge grimaced at herself caring for the girl, but she hugged her suddenly and spontaneously. Mew reminded her of a little girl she once saw on the side of the road, big eyes and no place to go. She knew it was completely different, Melissa Matthews had a home and was reasoning and laughing her way out of this situation, AND she was a very competent, sure~of~herself person, but sometimes one needs to hug others, you know? Midge sure hadn't hugged anyone in ages.

"Whoa, dudes, are you like, gay? KISS KISS KISS!" a very drugged jerk stumbled nearby. Midge slapped his cheek with the back of her hand, not hard enough to maim him but enough to get him to shut up and go wander somewhere else. She'd let go of Mew by this time and was worried about the drugs.

'Was he on inhalants?' she asked herself, 'Or was it consumable? If so, I can just avoid any punch, but if he was on pot then we need to clear the building.'

Midge was deathly afraid of drugs, even cough medicines and the like. She had seen many people on them in her lifetime and knew what to avoid. Plus, her Dad used to be addicted to the awful substances and Midge was almost entirely sure that if she even had a teaspoon of LSD that she would be addicted in no time. She knew what they tasted like, though, and had licked trace amounts of drugs before without becoming a stoner. Mew probably did not know too much about them, she seemed too innocent in Midge's mind. Pulling her red riding hood over her face like a surgical mask, she lightly stepped over the people who had tripped in the dark to the food table. She stuck her pinkie in the punch, shuddered a little, and licked it ever so daintily. Oh no, that was vodka. Thankfully not drugs, but still... Drunken teenagers were NOT a good thing.

She hurried back to Melissa and called out "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED!" as loudly as possible. The screams and other noises might have masked her yelling though, causing it to sound like "THE PUNCH IS A DELIGHT!" She wasn't sure.

Notes: Mothering Midge question mark? Eh, maybe I'll change this later.
More notes: Made it vodka. Sorry!

[Melissa Matthews °]

Mew's Costume (without the shower cap) !

Mew was surprised by Midge's hug - she didn't seem like the type would enjoy hugs - but she accepted it gratefully and without question. She liked hugs in general, but when she was nervous they were even more helpful, and nice. When Midge broke away, Mew wiped the back of her hand over her forehead, removing some of her sweat. She heard a sharp slapping sound, and when she turned, she saw Midge wandering away and a boy toddling off and laughing oddly. What was he doing? Had Midge just slapped him? It was hard to tell in the darkness and the chaos around her.

She didn't want to be left there by herself, so she followed Midge, pushing past couples who were otherwise occupied (she made a serious effort not to look for a moment longer than she had to) and confused people looking for friends, or looking for what was going on, or just making random noises and being silly. Teenagers seemed to do that often.

She nearly ran into Midge, who was running back to her. The caped girl yelled something about the punch. What had she said? The punch was good, or was it bad? She couldn't hear in the noise, so she couldn't be sure.

"I wouldn't mind some punch," She yelled over the noise at Midge, assuming that she said they could get some punch, or something similar to that. "What about you?"

Before Midge could respond, there was a surge of power and the lights came on, revealing a bedraggled student body and gathering of faculty. Some people came apart awkwardly, others cheered and clapped, and others looked disappointed. Mew was not one of those people, though.

"Look, the lights are on again!" She exclaimed happily, bouncing aroudn Midge to show her enthusiasm. "Now, should we get some punch?"



Summary:

[/i] Mew accepts Midge's hug, and hears her slap someone. She doesn't see it, but tries to follow after Midge through the crowd. She runs into Midge on her way back, and thinks she says the punch is good. The lights come on, and after bouncing around in celebration, she asks Midge if she wants some punch.
Comments:[/i] Also late. Let me know if you want to keep this going or not. I'm fine with either. (BTW, there's vodka in the punch, not shrooms. xP)
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[Midge Kirsten Dearivus]

Midge looked around, startled. Her eyes had been used to the lack of lights and were now almost blinded. Somehow they seemed more bright than before, and she was seeing spots.

'Did I drink too much of the punch?' Midge thought to herself.

She stumbled back into someone, who looked at her angrily and pushed her back, shouting "WATCH IT, TWERP!" before she had the chance to apologize.

She slipped on a shoe and fell forward into the table. A lot of purple and orange frosting was now smeared into her hair as she blushed like a candy apple. The girl refused to get up for just a moment too long, because one of the drunkards noticed that she was on the table and called to his friends that there was a dog pile.

They launched themselves upon her, not noticing her body size or gender and crushed her like a twig. She felt the air being pushed out of her body and gasped in candy corn flavored air.

Since there were now five teenagers on top of the middle of this plastic fold~up, it collapsed. Cookies and punch were launched violently into the air, and Midge was reminded of those Saturday morning cartoons in which this frequently happened. If they were correct, the refreshments would land right on her crush's head. Since she didn't have one, however, they would land on Mew's.

"Oh speak of the devil."

It wasn't the cookies either. It was a punch cup. Just after she was trying to get the girl away from it too.

"Maybe it didn't get in her eyes..." she murmured, just about to faint from the weight on her lungs and the terrible circumstances. (Why on earth were those stupid drunks NOT GETTING UP??)

Her last thought before she blacked out was; 'And in the end of the cartoon, the person who caused the accident gets sent to the Principal's office, right?'