Enchantment Under the Sea

[broken_brushes]

One thing I'd learned in my time on the island was that you could always count on people to lend a hand when you needed it. It had taken most of the day, but working together we'd managed to transform the rec center gym into something straight out of a Fifties flashback

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[pitythetrumper]

A theme party and him a week here. Freddie still wasn't sure what to think about the island, but he also wasn't letting it get to him. He had other things on his mind, like Maureen. And Sergievsky. And Sergievsky's boytoy or whoever it was who had warned him off. No, he had much better things to worry about than some strange island.

But then there was the party. In his experience, a good party was the best way to get out of yourself and into a little fun.

He still had the suit from his arrival and he dressed it up with a hat that the box gave him and went to explore what the party had to offer. His toes were already tapping as he arrived. Now all he needed was...

"Where's the alcohol?"

[whoneedsadream]

Why he should have been so surprised to see Freddie here, Anatoly didn't know. It was a party, a themed one at that, and most of the people here did come to these sorts of things - why should the newest resident be any different?

All the same, seeing his rival only reminded him this wasn't a dream. He was really and truly here, and the sooner he accepted this fact, the sooner he could attempt to deal with it.

"On the table," he said, more or less civilly. "Right in front of you."

[pitythetrumper]

And so it was, but he wasn't going to admit that he hadn't known that. Or that he hadn't known Sergievsky was here. God, what was he doing here? To Freddie, just hearing the civility in his voice felt like nails dragging across a chalkboard. He hated the sound because he knew it was all an act. He was the only one who had an act around here.

"Do you have to be here? Can't you go...somewhere else?" Where else he wasn't sure, just far, far away.

[whoneedsadream]

They were in public. There were lots of people around. It would be bad to punch Freddie right in his obnoxious mouth. Anatoly reminded himself of all these things and yet he found it nearly impossibly to keep his hands from clenching into fists.

"Yes," he answered shortly, glaring at Freddie as he took a drink for himself. "I am here because I want to be. Feel free to leave if this bothers you."

[since_1997]

It's just a white dress shirt and black pants but Paul feels sort of ridiculous. He doesn't really dress like this; still, he's making the effort. He's got his hair slicked back and he's got a drink in his hand and Tom's here somewhere, and Paul's detirmined to have a good time.

He sort of needs to have a good time. It's been a weird fucking few weeks.

[makethem_notice]

Tom's kind of a naturally affectionate person. Nothing really slipping into gross PDA material, but when it came to all the girls he'd ever dated, holding hands or resting a hand on her shoulder or the small of her back just came naturally.

Which is why, without thinking, when he stepped up beside Paul, he rested his hand against Paul's spine, just for a moment, before he said a word.

Almost immediately, he pulled his hand away, clearing his throat and taking a sip from his drink. "This is really weird. It feels like prom or something."

[since_1997]

That that touch feels entirely natural doesn't say much; Paul's known Tom for over half his life and casual touches are nothing new. The fact that he leans into it before Tom takes his hand away? Much more telling. He glances over and arches an eyebrow.

"At least you didn't get me a corsage."

[makethem_notice]

"Only because I couldn't decide what color to get," Tom admitted, perfectly straight-faced, and anyone who didn't know him as well as Paul might think he was serious.

[not_the_s]

So he wasn't entirely sure how he'd been wrangled to the party by - and dressed by - Cassie. But she'd done it. And then, when she was done dressing him and had gone off on other projects, he went back to the clothes box. He couldn't help but remember Roxy clutching at his arm whenever John Travolta had come on the screen during Grease and he also couldn't help but wonder what Cassie's reaction could be.

Obviously, the box liked the idea and it gave him the clothes right away. Twenty minutes later, he was there looking at all the dresses and suits. He smoothed back his hair and started looking for Cassie.

[first_pink_lady]

With all the suits and poodle skirted cocktail dresses, Rizzo was reminded of nothing so much as one of her mother's stiflingly awful dinner parties, if all the guests had gotten dressed pickled. Thank god there was at least one handsome hunk in leather, or she just might slink off with a bottle of something strong as if it were one of those shindigs.

"I oughta give an award." Rizzo said, thumbing the familiar material on the guy's shoulder and smiling at him appreciatively. "Someone here worth lookin' at."

[not_the_s]

"Thaaaaaa--" Kon tried to be coherent, he really did, but when someone stepped out out of the damned movie and here was Rizzo, in her prime. Kon couldn't help but wonder if she was pregnant yet or not.

"Uhh." He flushed a little and grinned at her. "Thanks. I try. Good to know I succeed, sometimes, too."

[first_pink_lady]

So he was one of the flustered ones, was he? Rizzo's smile grew just a tad more wicked, and she drew her hand down the lapel of his leather jacket, letting her hand rest flat on his chest when it ended. "Oh? Big fella like you can't go down often." If there was just the slightest emphasis on the 'go down' then she really couldn't be blamed.

[theunascended]

So, Daniel wasn't entirely sure what to wear. He hadn't been around in the 50s and he didn't really know anyone but Guy who was around then and Guy was too young. Still, he was fairly sure that he could get by with a simple suit and not be too terribly mocked by anyone he knew.

With the recent absences, he felt a need to see his friends and what better place to find them than at a party.

He found himself a corner and looked out at the crowd.

[patriotqueen]

Guy spotted the handsome man as he walked in. Three-piece-suit, matching tie, and hopefully a tight shirt underneath it. He looked like a banker. The fifties must have been full of them. Capitalism did 'win', after all.

The skirt of his dress in one hand and a glass of his own liquor in the other Guy skipped towards Daniel. "Darling!"

[theunascended]

He knew, of course, the voice. What took him a moment was reconciling the voice with the outfit. He had absolutely no idea why Guy would dress up like that and it was just mind-boggling.

"Times like this are when I miss Lionel and his camera," Daniel said finally. "Someone needs to record this for posterity."

[patriotqueen]

"I doubt there is anything posterity will be surprised at to know about me," Guy replied. The reason for the dress was quite simple. He wasn't going to take the fifties serious, nor any party dedicated to it.

"You look extremely well in that..." Guy started as he touched his friend's arm. "suit of dispicable quality."

[thethirdwonder]

Cassie hadn't been old enough to go to prom back home, but even though they'd had junior prom at her school, she didn't go. It was just so girly and stupid to have to find a dress and wait for a boy to ask you to go. Cassie hadn't had time for that kind of silly nonsense while training to be Wonder Girl.

But here on the island, she was kinda of enjoying it. Maybe it was because she didn't have the pressing need to be Wonder Girl here but whatever. She was having fun and really that was all there was to it.

While she wasn't a fan of pink, she couldn't resist the dress the clothes box had offered up for her when she'd gone looking for suits for Kon and Anatoly. It was perfect and she hoped Chekov would like it, well and Kon and Anatoly too. But those weren't thoughts for an Amazon, so Cassie was all smiles as she wandered through the party, pretending she didn't care what anyone thought of her dress. She liked it and if they had a problem, she was more then willing to take care of it in a more Wonder Girl type fashion!

[spirited_hero]

[thethirdwonder]

Turning when she heard the familiar voice say his name, Cassie grinned, then cocked her head, at Zell when she saw what he was wearing. "Thank Zell. Yeah, I'm not to fond of pink but if I have to wear it, this dress isn't bad. But you know, the theme of the night is the 50s and that's not 50s." She said, waving a hand at his uniform.

[spirited_hero]