This was all a mistake, Lucille thought. Why on earth had she thought she could change any of these horrible dance events? And now she even had to sell tickets to them.

With these thoughts on her mind, it wasn't strange that Lucille was looking grumpy.

Tip was manning the prom ticket booth in the lobby. Which for Tip, meant that she was sitting at the table behind a book larger than her head.

She was still reading up on cryptozoology. It turned out, potentially imaginary creatures were fascinating. You know, when they weren't horrifying and racist.

What? She was a freshman. She wasn't ( Read more... )

Maria had her notebook with her to jot down lyric ideas while she was manning the ticket table.

There were fresh flowers and she'd also purchased a few boxes of SweetTart candy hearts to make the table more festive. After all, it was a Valentine's Dance!

Tip was still in a good mood from yesterday, with slightly wilted flowers tucked into her hair, and more flowers folded out of notebook paper lining the ticket booth. The whole "staring at her phone" all day bit might seem off-putting to her non-millenial fellow students, but she was reading fanfiction, so, hey. Also thematic ( Read more... )

Lucille was selling tickets to the Valentine's dance. There was a sign saying VALENTINE'S DANCE TICKETS HERE, there was red glitter, there was a grumpy looking Lucille ( Read more... )

This time last year Rey had had no idea what Valentine's Day was, and truth be told she still didn't quite get it, but either way she was the one sitting at the table this year under a sign reading "VALENTINE'S DANCE TICKETS HERE" in a ridiculous amount of red glitter. And with a day to go before the holiday, the sheet for flower sales was still ( Read more... )

There was a distinct lack of glitter on Negasonic's sign for the Homecoming Dance ticket sales. And there was a sincere lack of interest in Negasonic selling any tickets for the dance ( Read more... )

After spending some time with Ada yesterday, Dante was right back to his old self - or at least close enough to fake it. He was sitting in the lobby with his feet up on the desk and a large boombox sitting next to him, blasting a cheap Best of Electro-Industrial CD so loudly it drowned out any music the island was trying to throw on in the ( Read more... )

As you might expect of a table Frank was going to be at all day, it was less a table and more a bar because when a table holds that many bottles it gets a new name.

Prom tickets and voting for prom court were theoretically also available, and Frank would be glad to help you with that. Just less glad than he would be to help himself to that bottle ( Read more... )

There was Gwen, with her black clothes and piercings, once again sitting at a table under a glittery sign reading PROM TICKETS. It was times like this Gwen wondered exactly how she's gotten here, and whether there was any way to prevent glitter from dropping down into her hair besides wearing a hat. Was there something on Pinterest for that ( Read more... )