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Who: Everyone!
What: A dance. :|
When: October 31st-November 1st
Where: The hotel ballroom in LucetiLand.
Summary: Here is the post describing the event!
Rating: Uhhh anywhere from G-R.

At the door there stands a droid; he's wearing a very snazzy tux, and collecting the invitations. If you don't have an invitation, don't worry!

Just get the hell in that room. Thank you.

The ballroom is enormous, more than enough to accommodate you and your fellow captives. The lighting is overall somewhat dim to set the atmosphere; there are tables bunched together at one end of the room, and a rather large dance floor at the other (complete with lights, strobe and spotlight, and a DJ-droid in a sequined suit and sporting a hangman's noose around his neck). To the side, lengthy tables loaded with all sorts of partyriffic snacks and drinks. And of course, droids milling about in the same sharp suits the one at the door was clad in, all with little spooky variations to add festivity -an arrow through the head, Frankenstein bolts through the neck, vampire fangs, etc- as they seem to be setting chairs, cleaning up used plates and cups, and generally stopping anyone from sneaking out the windows or doors.

It can be noted, however, that the droids are terribly outnumbered.

You can join in the festivities; take a seat and wait for a friend or a date, have a snack or try to escape. Just make sure to make the night memorable.

Because there is something lurking outside...and if you leave to investigate, you might not come back.

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And you want to know who is coming up here to look at you with judging eyes, Gokudera? It's a GODDAMMED GUNDAM (http://mahq.net/mecha/gundam/g/gf13-017nj.jpg). And it's pretty well made, actually. Haruki had been preparing this costume for some time before this just in case.

Not that you can see this. The only indication is the height. ...Oh, and the SOS-Brigade insignia on the left pec.

He looks over at this giant robot, scoffing and turning his head. It's too dark in here--- he can't see the emblem on the robot's arm.
He really, really had no intention of anyone seeing him like this, hence why he'd hid away from the hustle-and-bustle of the dance.
He tries to pull the hem of the skirt down even further, pressing his legs together.
He's so glad he can't make eye contact.

But then, likely to his nightmares, the robot speaks-

"Hoy there, Hayato!"

Gokudera--- who was going to make his way to the refreshments table right now ---stops in his tracks. And stares.
Oh, fuck. Haruki seeing him in this ridiculous getup was honestly the last thing he wanted in the world, right now.

"Tch. If you're here to mock me, Suzumiya, leave."

"What's to mock?" He grunts there... and shrugs. Good times-

"You pull it off, 'Miss' Luceti."

""You pull it off"?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?! I'm not a damned woman!"

Despite the wide-set hips and thin legs.

"It means you look good so what's the problem?!"

"Che, it's not a compliment to say a boy looks good in a dress!"

"If you look good then you look good and that's all there is to it!"