Scene #8367: PNL: Prom Night Blues

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Stanley Padgett	The Silver Springs Union High School Prom was... it was okay. The lights were low, and the chaperones were lax so there were ample chances for Social Interactions, the food was excellent, and Stanley was NOT the Prom King. That went to Chad, of all people. He didn't actually get kicked off of the Lacrosse Team. Good for him. On the other hand, the music was very weird cause it was old music from the 80s and 90s that only the ironic kids or those brainwashed by their parents into liking old music really enjoyed, and all the corporate people shilling stuff (and most of the kids very happily partaking in the merch) was a little offputting too. But Remee and Stanley had endured. And afterward? Stanley had taken Remee to his favorite spot to just... chill. It's the roof of the Southtown Mall. Neither of the pair had any real trouble getting up there, of course, and Stanley had brought out his beverages, and some pilfered catered food, and a blanket to watch the clouds roll past after dark. "...Thanks, by the by." Stanley sips on some soda, brushing mini-quiche crumbs from his shiny shirt. "...I know this was a little... weird, but like... yeah."
Remee Halcyon	"Honestly, Stanley?" "It's been really nice. I don't know if I'd go to something like this again, I'm not sure it's really my..." Remee searches for the right word, and settles on "Vibe?" "... But I'm glad I went, to get an experience I might not otherwise have gotten." She politely takes some of the pilfered catering food. "So! That's sort of... the end, right?" She sits up. "Like, that's the point. The coming out moment. The end of... high school. Exams and actual graduation left to do, maybe, but..." "... My point is. What's next? For you, I mean? Something more exciting than rescuing cats, right?"
Stanley Padgett	Stanley wisely made off with some of the good stuff: the mini quiches and the crab puffs. Another sip of soda, and Stanley huffs. "...Finals are close, yeah, we've got the Baccalaureate dinner next week, and then it's... graduation." He slumps his shoulders and sighs. "And yeah, I'll be finding something better than chasing cats. Or being a professional hero. That's just..." He rakes a hand through his vividly purple hair. Charlotte even get glitter into it, which is going to be a bitch to get out, but. It looked good. "Of all the things Lilian Rook has said to me, that has been correct. We solve this issue, we sort Lampport out and then like... hang it up." Though, something dark crosses his face as he says 'hang it up', his shoulders slumping just a smidge.
Charlotte Newman	Near one of the rooftop access doors, a glitchy tear opens up between This Side and the Other Side. With the click of heels, Charlotte escapes and stumbles a few steps, then gathers herself. Her prom dress is the Mermaid style, hugging her figure until the knees where it flares out into multiple layers of sheer veils, mostly pink, with some black veil layers worked in. She glances back at the Reversal as the portal closes, earrings jingling, and lets out a relieved sigh. Pulling her phone from her matching clutch purse, she checks her texts, then clicksteps her way to where Stanley had told her the 'afterparty' was happening. There's no subtlety at all when wearing noisy shoes. Still, she calls out as she approaches, "Good evening you two. I hope you don't mind if I join you?" She has successfully ditched her date, it seems. -- Back at the hotel, Robert Tungsten chats casually with several older men and boys his age, seemingly completely oblivious that his date has left.
Remee Halcyon	"Hanging it up..." "... I don't know. I had, like, the same thought back when I first started doing things out here. Though I had that thought for all of a few weeks before I realized that no, I couldn't just hang things up." "I do think you need to make some changes, probably, but if you won't or... well, can't make those changes, then maybe she's not too far off the mark. I think that might be a waste, though-" "- Hey, Charlotte. No, not at all. We're just chatting."
Stanley Padgett	Stan scoots over on the blanket, closer to Remee, to make room for Charlotte. "I take it Rob is NOT getting to get past any of the bases tonight." He snorts, and holds up a can of Dr. Salt and some crab puffs for his compatriot. "There'd been... noises from him in that sort of direction." He settles in, though, and grumbles. "...Like, I get the thoughts from the others. We're just some kids with powers, and..." He shrugs. "I get how many of these cases the rest of the Multiverse has seen. But even if we're not special to them, we're special and important to us." He rolls a shoulder, and hrmphs. "But I'm not gonna stop this until NovaTech stops their sh--stuff. Even IF my future is... unclear."
Charlotte Newman	It's a bit awkward with the fit of her dress but Charlotte does find a way to seat herself, curling her legs up in that Mermaid-y way as a result. She accepts the soda and a crab puff with a polite nod, polishing the snack off first while she listens. "No," she answers Stanley first, "I misjudged him and spent the whole evening acting like an arm candy prize he won at the fair." She makes a face as she pops the tab on her drink, "Honestly I couldn't get away fast enough without making a scene." Closing her eyes, she shrugs, "But a girl's got to make mistakes sometimes. Learning opportunity." Glancing sidelong, she asks, "Were you talking about the future? College plans, or what we can or should do after we save Lampport?"
Remee Halcyon	Huh. Remee thought Chad was on the lacrosse team, not the baseball team? She decides not to inquire further, though. "Both," she says to Charlotte. "College plans, and... I guess what your goals are. For like... life." "If you're sticking with the Watch, Charlotte, and for Stanley if you're going to keep doing the Elite stuff. Responding to priority calls, hitting Secundus the next time there's a resonance surge, that sort of thing. Or if you're going to just... not." "There's ways to be more than 'just some kids with powers', same as how I can be more than I'm just some rich werewolf brat with a gun," she says. "It's... not always easy, but there's ways." "Then again, if you're hoping on hanging things up, maybe not becoming more than you are is preferrable. Makes me a bit jealous in some ways, really."
Stanley Padgett	Mr. Padgett sips on his soda a bit, and seems to be lost in thought. "...I have to figure out how my dad is involved in all this. I can... worry about the rest after that." He huffs, and tosses the empty can over the side of the roof. "If he and Mr. Beaufort ARE involved. We've only got... well." "...fuck. It's prom night, I shouldn't be worried about this." Oh, he actually swore. "We're supposed to be having fun or stuff and apparently filling out pockets with lanyards and buttons and tchotchkes or whatever." The Fool's hand pushes through his hair again, and he tries to strike up a DASHING POSE, whilst sitting on the blanket. "I, Stanley Marigold Padgett, am a HERO, and I ought to be wooing the prettiest girls out there or whatever~" He snags another soda, and the Theater Kid bleeds out of him as he cracks the top, and takes a drink. "...You two are not second place, though. I'm not sure I'd know where'd to start with..." He waves his hands and manages not to spill his soda on his outfit. "...Afterparties."
Charlotte Newman	Charlotte closes her eyes in thought, "My college plans include a major in psychology. I think I want to be a therapist. The idea of helping people with their problems is very appealing to me." She suppresses a little laugh, "I mean. Moreso than we do now. Some problems we can probably fix without beating up their Reversal manifestation." She holds on to her drink with both hands, staring down into it, "It's a little-- sad, though, to think about life after this. I don't think I'm ready to tackle it just yet." Stanley brings the subject back to Prom Night and she laughs a bit, "Oh, if I'm a third wheel, I can leave," She lifts a hand to point, "Far be it for me to get between Silver Springs' two most famous lovebirds."
Remee Halcyon	"You're not a third wheel. And I mean, regarding being in second place, I'm-" Her phone chirps. She checks it, then silences it and puts it back in her purse. She's forgotten what she was about to say, so she starts another topic. "Well, that could be a marketable skill. Like how the Psychonauts do it, except private practice instead of some... odd quasi-military goverment institution." She pauses, and pulls her phone back out, tapping it a few times. 'Psychonauts except private/commercial' goes on a 'business ideas list', something that might or might not cause her to get hit by a tungsten rod in different circumstances. "... Well, you all want an afterparty? I can get some stuff couriered here pretty quick. Whole box of lanyards, too."
Stanley Padgett	Stanley snorts again and finds the last of the mini-quiches, stuffing it into his mouth. It keeps him from saying anything stupid immediately. "I... yeah we did sorta make an entrance, didn't we?" The Fool eyes Remee a bit, and then reaches an arm around her to hug his date. "The dread Elite and the Heiress, definitely dating after all." A chuckle and he lets her go, not lingering. "...What, like... combat psychologists?" Padgett rubs at his chin a bit, and hrms. "...I mean, if we still HAVE our powers after this is all done, then yeah, I could see that."
Charlotte Newman	Charlotte's smile when Remee assures her is one that says she was just teasing. The teen clearly has no intention of going anywhere. She didn't even start standing up when she had said it. "'Dread elite'," she repeats the term with a laugh, "Sometimes I forget that people in this town are a little skittish about abilities out of the ordinary." Closing her eyes, she adds, "The people in the Watch have their own ... unique charms, but none of them have looked askance at me or anything for having special abilities. Everyone there has something that makes them unique. I actually feel like I fit in, there. As weird as it feels to admit that." Lifting her drink, she glances at Remee when the wolfgirl's phone beeps, but thinks nothing of it when she puts the device away. Instead she answers Remee's next comment, "I think it's fine to just relax like this. We already had all that formal noise earlier." "I'll check into the Psychonauts. I don't think I've ever heard of that group, thank you."
Remee Halcyon	"Yeah, if you still have them..." "... Might be a relief if not, huh." "If you do, combat psychologists sounds perfect, really. Come talk to me first, I'll invest." "... This has been... nice," she says. "I don't know how much you've been keeping up with it, but dealing with some things, and I needed a distraction. Not just, um, Petra. Other things." She goes to finish her drink, and looks up at the night sky. "I may need some help with some of it. The supernatural parts, at least. I've got a stalker. Sort of." "... Shouldn't get too much into it tonight. Sorry."
Stanley Padgett	Stanley makes a face at the mention of Petra, and points a finger. "No Petra-chat, we agreed." The stalker bit, though, makes Stanley sit up a bit, and frown. "...Well, we don't have to get into it, no, but are you going to be okay? I know you're a very tough lady, but like... personal stuff can cut pretty deep too." He gets out his phone, checks it, and then sets it down to listen. "I know a thing or two about taking care of creepos. Even before... well, all of this. I wasn't quite the shining sparkling image of... whatever it is you people think of me."
Charlotte Newman	Charlotte glances towards Remee when she brings up Petra, then towards Stanley when he diverts the subject. Her eyes turn to the sky in quiet contemplation for a moment. When she eventually speaks up again, it's to Remee, "I'll keep that in mind. Assuming a few things, it'll be a few years probably before I could ever start a practice." "On the subject of creeps..." Her eyes close, "I'm a fan of clubbing. Oak will do, but you could use a metal bat if it's what you prefer." She laughs at Stanley, poking him with an elbow, "You've got the physique of a stick figure. You wouldn't have lasted ten seconds if you weren't tough and street-smart. I believe in you." One eye closes, not quite a wink, "'Hero'."
Stanley Padgett	Stanley crosses his arms, huffs and then looks at Remee. "This is what I have to put up with." He grumbles, and then leans over to gently kiss Remee on the cheek. "...there, last duty I have as your date. Go forth, young heart, with the blessing of our forefathers and ancestors, that prom is meant for smooching." He makes the sign of... well, it's a very sloppy cross. "May the force be with you, always."
Charlotte Newman	While Stanley complains, Charlotte laughs lightly, "It's all in good fun." Eyes opening, she leans forward a bit, "But-- if my teasing does go too far, please tell me so I can stop. I'm your friend, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or unhappy, Stanley." Limited Canoodling takes place and to that the teen glances up and away. It's none of her business. She cannot however ignore the sloppy cross gesture or the movie quote, "Oh, you're such a dork." Raising her soda can, she toasts, "Two the pair who are definitely the best company I've had tonight."