[Nana's here for the dance she helped arrange. She isn't, for once, in her uniform; instead, she is dressed as a mummy. The Mummy, to be specific. She's sticking to the theme.
Neck to toe, she's wrapped in strips of linen. Under it, she has black clothing on; it peaks out sometimes. She also has some makeup on to give her an undead pallor.
And... still has her head free, with her hair in the usual twintails.
She's about on the dance floor -- open for a dance, but also keeping an eye out. She wants to make sure everyone has fun.]
D. Serving Food!
[The banana stand isn't here.
But, the class president is working the table. She's not there the whole time -- just at one point, for about an hour. She serves up dishes of all sorts; things that look like brains, innards, living insects, and the rest.
She's making spooky claims. Even as she nudges the label to set minds at ease.]
F. Unwinding at the End
[Nana's not right at the wicker man as it catches fire. She's watching -- and near a smaller bonfire as it blazes. She smiles, in a contented and somewhat tired sort of way. She looks, for a moment, exhausted but happy.
And she's hanging back. Maybe taking a second to catch her breath... or maybe just looking to not be in the thick of it, now that everything's winding down.
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[Nana's here for the dance she helped arrange. She isn't, for once, in her uniform; instead, she is dressed as a mummy. The Mummy, to be specific. She's sticking to the theme.
Neck to toe, she's wrapped in strips of linen. Under it, she has black clothing on; it peaks out sometimes. She also has some makeup on to give her an undead pallor.
And... still has her head free, with her hair in the usual twintails.
She's about on the dance floor -- open for a dance, but also keeping an eye out. She wants to make sure everyone has fun.]
D. Serving Food!
[The banana stand isn't here.
But, the class president is working the table. She's not there the whole time -- just at one point, for about an hour. She serves up dishes of all sorts; things that look like brains, innards, living insects, and the rest.
She's making spooky claims. Even as she nudges the label to set minds at ease.]
F. Unwinding at the End
[Nana's not right at the wicker man as it catches fire. She's watching -- and near a smaller bonfire as it blazes. She smiles, in a contented and somewhat tired sort of way. She looks, for a moment, exhausted but happy.
And she's hanging back. Maybe taking a second to catch her breath... or maybe just looking to not be in the thick of it, now that everything's winding down.
But she's not going anywhere, either.]