Just dance (Open RP!)

[my_soul_itches]

Talking to Jem had put Megan in an incredibly good mood, and she felt like sharing. She had spent the past few days shut in her room, working out the logistics, making decorations, going through her music collection (and what she could find in the radio station, once she finally stumbled over it) and at the last minute, scrambling over to the

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Owl to Lorne

[my_soul_itches]

She had been putting it off for a while, but this seemed as good a time as any to get it done. At the very least, any meeting that took place would be in public and nobody (herself included) would make a scene if there were a lot of people around. She hoped. So before getting the finishing touches done, Megan sent off an owl.

Lorne,

I don't know if you remember me (except I think I was rude so you probably do) but we met at your Sorting. My name is Megan, and I wanted to know if we could talk. I'm throwing a dance in the Great Hall in a while, so if you wanted to come down for that, you're welcome.

Megan Gwynn
Gryffindor and X-man

Re: Owl to Lorne

[lorne_host]

The owl found Lorne over at his usual haunt, behind the piano in Ravenclaw. Most of the bargoers didn't mind his quiet noodling on the piano keys, provided he kept the music fairly sedate. And it's not like he could belt out Patti LaBelle or Gloria Gaynor on the piano and do it any justice. Not without any decent backup singers.

Rather than send a return owl, Lorne opted for the direct approach and headed down to the Great Hall. A little music and dance might serve to brighten his mood along the way.

The demon lingered near the door in a surprisingly subdued suit consisting of blues and greys. The music was a soothing wash over his aura, and the auras of those who had started to gather and he was instantly glad he opted to come down. Megan seemed like a good kid, and he was inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt, figuring she wasn't calling him down just to yell at him again.

[my_soul_itches]

When Lorne arrived, Megan was once again high up off the ground--though this time, instead of out of fear, she was in full party mode, and trying to remember not to let out puffs of dust since this was a school and not a Dazzler show. Dancing was so much more fun when you could take advantage of all the space possible, after all.

She didn't notice Lorne for a while, and when she did a good chunk of her giddiness flew out and a big leaden AUGH feeling replaced it in the pit of her stomach. Some lingering fear, yeah, but mostly the knowledge that she had been a jerk and would be having to apologize. Yeah. Suck.

Gulping, flew over and smiled because she really wasn't scared okay. "Hi. Um... enjoying yourself?"

[lorne_host]

It was easy to spot Megan dancing, even if he hadn’t been looking for her distinctive wings, or the fact that she was one of the few partygoers doing her dancing twelve feet above everyone else. She was happy and when he looked at her with his unique sight, she gleamed like a captive star.

The glow dimmed as she stopped dancing and zipped in his direction. Lorne regretted being so hard on her the last time they met. It was rare that he lost his patience, especially with a kid her age. She had been done in by other demons and hell, who was he to judge? He had been done in by his own kind.

“I’m a little more partial to Patti LaBelle than Pink, but hey, any good excuse to get people together to listen to music is a good one in my book."

[glamhologram]

Fresh from the Sorting Room, Jem noted the dance-party fliers straightaway. This was her kind of scene!

Was it coincidence, cruel fate, or the connivance of the Hat that as Jem entered the Great Hall, the song just beginning to play should be "Rio"?

[my_soul_itches]

Jem was pretty hard to miss. Also Megan had been maybe secretly hoping that she would show up and make the party awesome and congratulate Megan on being so cool, so she had been on the lookout when she remembered. So she didn't have to wait long for Megan to fly over and greet her.

"Hi!" she bubbled happily. "Did you get Sorted okay? Do you want some snacks or something?"

[dreamingnotdead]

Flyers? Whatever could they mean? After a while deciphering, them the Shoggies figured it out. "There's going to be a sooo cool party!" was the cry around the school, and soon, it had spread far and wide, reaching even the Shoggies in the Forbidden Forest and in the deepest parts of the DETHTOWER. A small crowd of Shoggies even went to the lake, where they shouted "Fhtagn!" just right, and, managed to wake up their Great Master Cthulhoo for just long enough to hand him a flier, which quickly went to mushy pulp in R'lyeh. But he'd gotten the jist of it, anyway- there was a party! And he was invited

[my_soul_itches]

Wow. How could anyone miss an entrance like that?

Megan flew over, mostly out of curiosity over what the Shoggies were carrying in. Maybe it was like... a cake. She'd need to thank them if they'd brought their own snacks! "Hi, guys!" she said over the music and waving. "What've you--oh."

The sight of what--who--was being carried in brought her up short. It was her Yule Goat. Except tiny. Really, really tiny, and... kind of fuzzy? And instead of being sort of horrible to look at... "Oh my god," she squealed. "You're adorable!"

[dreamingnotdead]

The Shoggies piped their enthusiastic greetings as Megan approached- soon, numerous irregular eyes were roving about the Great Hall, admiring the 'sooo cool' decorations- of particular interest were the streamers, which looked like "sooo delicious intestines." They didn't smell like them, so Megan's decorations were safe from Shoggy appetites for now- several had caught scent of the snack table, which did smell like food, and was of far more interest. A few had even started 'dancing', which consisted of quivering and generally amorphous-ing around in a semi-rhythmic manner.

Even the Shoggies carrying the shrunken, transmogrified Cthulhoo's litter failed to resist the distractions now offered by the Great Hall, and so only a few of them lingered around after greeting Megan. They weren't really a quality slave race, what with the ADD and negative IQs, but Cthulhoo knew he could round them up again easily enough. He was pleased that Megan both remembered him in his altered form, and had apparently decided to join his cult, as evidenced

[my_soul_itches]

"Sacrif..." Megan trailed off, remembering who exactly she was talking to here, adorable tiny plush exterior or not. Oh yeah. He was big on sacrifices and offerings and stuff like that. "I hadn't planned on any," she said doubtfully. "We've got snack mix, though."

She brightened again quickly enough, though. "I'd be really happy to show you around! You've never been in here, right? It's got all sorts of stuff, like moving staircases and talking paintings and if you like books it's got a huge library, but if you like food more the kitchens are good too, and have you ever seen a fireplace before?" She warmed to the topic, wings fluttering in excitement and lifting her slightly off the ground. If she could ever slow down and get her thoughts in something resembling a linear order, she could have a good career as a tour guide. "What do you want to see first?"