I Like to Move It, Move It...

Shadow muttered under her breath at Simca, finally freeing herself from the headlock and seizing the chance to escape, only to be grabbed by the wrist again and dragged ever further into her doom.

Seeing Will, Shadow's face blushed an even deeper red than it already was, and she cursed Simca to the hottest depths of hell for letting her be seen in this dress. She slowly walked past him with her bowed in shame and her arm still captive of the delirious pink-haired girl who had somehow passed as a human being. As they passed, she prayed he wouldn't say anything. She didn't think she could stand the embarrassment of actually talking to a guy in the clothes she was in right now.

What did I do? Have I done something to deserve this?

Shadow had thought she couldn't feel any more shame or blush even deeper than she already was, but that changed when Sage actually spat out his drink upon seeing Simca. And of top of that, there was a kid there. A ten-year-old kid. Surely Simca couldn't be allowed to wear what she was in front of a child. Wasn't that abuse, or something? Why was Shadow even embarrassed? She would have been - for a friend - but right now, Simca was much less than that, more like... A professor, performing experiments on her.

That was it, wasn't it? Shadow was Simca's lab rat. The pinkhead could almost see a vein pulsing on the dark girl's temple, anime style, when she said,

'Oi, Simca. What number experiment am I now, huh?'

Unaware that the leader of the Slivers was thinking of exactly that, Shadow waited for her answer, dearly hoping it would be enough of an excuse for Shadow to beat her face in.

Knowing before Simca said anything that it wouldn't be, Shadow sagged in despair.

Why? Why me?

((OOC: I am so loving this party. This has to be the awesomest idea Silent Night came up with in the whole century))

Shadow was so shocked at Simca's prompt answer she almost forgot to be angry.

'...You... You were counting?!'

'And here's 238!' Simca yelled cheerfully, throwing Shadow at Psychosis and causing both of them to fall down.

'Wait, wha-'

Her whole face now flaming red, Shadow scrambled up and away from Will, ready to gut Simca alive. She was about to go and strangle the pinkhead when she realised the mind-reader was still on the ground with a shocked expression on his face.

'U-Umm... I'm really sorry...'

As the heat of her blush crept down her neck, Shadow looked down at the delicate high heels she had been forced to wear, again, by Simca. Desperate to get out of the awkward atmosphere, the dark girl cast around the room, looking for a place where she could hide from Simca and Kara until the party was over. Spotting a convenient shadowy alcove, Shadow sidled towards it with an embarrassed little wave to Will.

‘I’m just gonna… go…’

Thanking the Lord for her hiding spot, Shadow crossed her arms and sank into the darkness, praying Simca was too occupied to notice her. She knew it was already a lost cause, but the dark girl couldn’t help but hope.

Joshua blinked as he saw the two walk into the party. He really wasn't expecting someone to wear such revealing clothing. He took one step to greet the new visitors when a loud beeping noise came from his wrist. He sighed and held his left wrist infront of him. A screen appeared on his wrist, showing him that he had to go back to work deactivating the five bombs in his room. He had brought the bombs into the tower from his now destroyed ship. He also brought some other things he would not like to mention to the Titans. Ignorance was bliss. He sighed deeply and turned around, grabbing a piece of pie on the table and walking back to his room, leaving the party. It wouldn't really miss him.

Dan grabs his ear after Kara dragged him by it, Kryptonians and Daxamites were one of the few things that could hurt other Kryptonian and Daxamites. "What was that for?". He shot Kara a totally evil look

Model Eleven watched Primarch Joshua leave the party.

I wonder where he's going? Perhaps he is going to obtain more supplies for the party.

Will had greeted Zack and Evan shortly, but seemed distracted by the female with pink hair for some reason.

Evan had noticed the two females who had entered the building some time ago. They seemed to be wearing ceremonial clothing. This party must be sacred to them.

The winged female in the yellow dress had gone over to a dark corner of the room. She hadn't even had any food yet. If she missed out on eating the ceremonial foods, she might become a social outcast. Evan took it upon himself to save her from such a fate.

Taking a large tray with every kind of pie on it, Evan walked over to the timid female with wings. "Please try some pie, madam. I made it myself. Don't worry. I will do everything I can so that you will enjoy this party as much as possible."

occ:// This is going to be WAY too much fun! -teeheehee-

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If there was anything Honest loved more than anything else, it was a good party. No, he wasn't exactly invited, but seeing that his 'bestie' Zack was in attendance, Liev just had to go. But an extremely unnerving problem was at hand: what was he going to wear?

Liev had decided that his normal black body-suit and white ruffled collared weren't... dazzling enough, so he was now rummaging through his glittery silver purse for something that could live up to his standard. There were little black dresses, bouffant ball gowns, sexy tuxedos, the occasional naughty nurse outfit (long story), and hundreds of masks. Liev sat down with a sigh. "I just have too many gorgeous clothes I could wear! How can I choose?"

But then, inspiration struck him. "I should wear something that Zackie would like!" he exclaimed. Liev stuck his hand into his purse, pulled out the perfect outfit, and put it on. "It's showtime!"

The doors to the common room flew open to reveal an extraordinary sight: Liev Aleksandr Ehrlichmann was now decked out in neon pink platform-heel boots with white lace and bows, white lace tights, pretty little pink hand-gloves, a pink and white top-hat, pink glittery eye shadow, white powdered makeup, dark pink lipstick with white geisha accents, sparkly eyelash extensions, pastel pink colored contacts, a shimmery pink and white lolita dress with hundreds of bows, and a flashing pin that had a picture of Zack Wylder circled with hearts that read, “I LOVE ZACKIE-POO!”

Yes, this was quite the occasion.

Dan speeds over behind Sage. "Swallow? Well that answers one of my questions ". Nightmare would remain sat in the corner playing with his fireball, sometimes throwing it out and moving it around some of the guests, just to see if he could freak a few of them out

Alex relaxed at the bar just in front of the kitchen area and enjoyed a piece of pie as he watched all the guests mingle about the party. These were definitely some unique peple he had allied himself with. His fork and glass floated back and forth as he continued to eat and drink.

" Man, either I'm just that hungry or this pie is just that good."

ooc:// Ehm... character interaction, please?