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[Prom night! The greatest night of your young lives if you watch any Western high school media from the past 60 years. The looks, the music, the copious amounts of fancy snacks, the sore feet from dancing heels and then spending the rest of the night in bare feet- it’s all part of the bigger package.

The courtyard and the roof have both been decked out in a special way for tonight, despite no one really seeing Hester or anyone/anything else decorating. There are round tables set-up in both places, covered in yellow-gold tablecloths. Some of them have platters of snacks laid out on them, one has a large punch bowl that never seems to empty no matter how many drinks are taken from it.

On the roof there’s an extra table with pencils, small slips of paper, a box wrapped in gold wrapping paper and a notecard labeled Song Requests. Just write a song, pop it in the box and within a few minutes it starts playing! Weird, there doesn’t seem to be a sound system anywhere...

Red paper lanterns have been strung around the outline of the roof and between stakes in the courtyard, granting soft romantic light for a night to remember. Put on your best costume shop formal wear, get ready to lose your shoes after an hour and sneak in liquor even though most of you are of age.

After all…tonight belongs to you.]

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[ Mercy of mercies, Orpheus is actually feeling more or less fine when it comes time to start getting ready for Prom. He still aches all over, and his thoughts are a bit fuzzier than usual, but he's got his energy back and is pretty sure everything he's seeing is actually there!

He turns up on the roof dressed in a deep purple-blue tuxedo with golden accents, a leopard print scarf draped over his shoulders, and gilded ivy leaf laurels in his hair. A tribute to Dionysus - one that's maybe a little off for the occasion, and he feels a little silly wearing it, but Elle said it looked good on him, and he trusts her judgment when it comes to fashion and formal wear much more than he trusts his own. This is maybe the second time he's had to wear a suit in his life, after all. In any case, he goes looking for Eurydice immediately, though if he happens to run into anyone else on the way he'll smile and take a shallow bow, offering his hand. ]

May I have this dance?

[ Afterwards, as the night begins to wind down, anyone other than Eurydice may find him in the art room, pulling plastic bags stuffed with something out of the supply cupboards. Noticing that he has company, he looks up, startled and shoving the bag back into the cupboard and slamming the door, before relaxing once he sees who it is. ]

Oh, hi! Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Um, do you mind helping me with something, though, while you're here?

[Farrah’s on the hunt, when she hears the faint rustling of plastic bags coming from the art room. She throws open the doors, busting in, declaring—]

All right you two, time to—- [Oh. It’s just Orpheus. She smiles at him, glancing around the room to verify it’s just him there.]

Oh. Hey, Orpheus. Sure. Whatcha need?

[ That Farrah has appointed herself to the time-honored prom tradition of breaking up amorous couples duty is entirely lost on Orpheus, who's pretty much just glad to see her in a better mood. than yesterday. Opening the cabinet again, he takes one of the plastic bags and hands it to Farrah. If she looks inside, which feels like sort of an inevitability, she'll find a truly unreasonable number of red paper carnations. ]

Can you help me bring these down to the courtyard? I'm going to decorate it with them, as a surprise for Eurydice.

[He knows her so well. She peers in, and wow that— really is an unreasonable amount of red paper flowers. Farrah gazes at him, like he’s doing something extremely ridiculous—- but then he says they’re a surprise for Eurydice, and her heart flutters with excitement.]

Oh my God! Yes! [She’s more than happy to be part of a surprise. Especially one of Eurydice, who has always been a good friend to her. She immediately starts scooping up plastic bags, ignoring any aches left over from the crash yesterday.]

[ Orpheus grins at Farrah's enthusiasm, scooping up the last of the bags himself and heading towards the stairs. ]

Thanks! This'll go a lot faster with two of us. [ He does keep a careful eye on her, making sure she's not overexerting herself or anything as they head out to the courtyard, but it's just a couple of bags of origami, so they're not too heavy or anything. ] Have you been having a good night, so far?

Yeah! I’m sure she’ll love it. [Farrah flashes a bright smile at him, chipper as they move along. Even when he asks if she’s having a good night, it doesn’t put a damper on her mood.]

Pretty good. I’m glad to get out of the dorms. And it’s nice to see everyone all dressed up, having fun. It feels… normal, almost.

I'm glad to hear it. We could use a little normal.

[ Orpheus steps out into the courtyard, lit by the lanterns hanging above it and the ambient light coming out of the school's windows. ]

I'll start putting these in the bushes if you arrange yours on the tables?

Sure. [She follows after him, carefully arranging the flowers across the tables. She's being weirdly detailed about it-- it's sweet, almost, in contrast to the usual chaos that Farrah typically carries with her.]

So-- is there a story with the flowers?

[ Watching her put so much care into the arrangement warms his heart, and he beams at her as he starts to carefully fix his own flowers in the bushes. ]

Yes! The first time I met Eurydice, I tried to get her attention by giving her a paper flower - it was the end of winter, and I couldn't find anything still blooming. She was kind of skeptical? But I knew I couldn't let her go, so I sang to her with all my heart, and I guess that was enough to turn the flower I made into a real one. I'd never done anything like that before.

[ He laughs, quietly, smiling at the memory. ]

I'm going to see if I can do it again tonight, though.

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