Ian Lynn Malcolm

OOC: this is geared for younger muses but any are welcome


Ian had no idea how he’d let his daughter convince him to do this. He straightened his collar again and pushed open the door. The shock of all the flashing lights took him a moment to adjust. It wasn’t loud yet which he was glad for but it would before the night was over.

Ian hobbled in among the students. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw this many kids under 16 in one place. Everyone was in costume and Kelly even convinced him to dress up. He pulled the half mask down over his face. He had insisted on a classy costume that wouldn’t look strange with his cane. It left him laughing at himself when he saw his reflection. The last Halloween dance or any dance he’d been to was… none that he could remember.

“DAD!”

Ian looked up in time to see the ballerina bounding toward him. He caught her in a hug and smiled.

“I told you I’d be here.” Ian let her go and waved at her friends who had followed along.

“You said a lot of other things and don’t show up.” Kelly pouted at her father.

“I’m trying to change that.” Ian gave her a little squeeze. “I think your friends are waiting for you.”

She tried not to smile but it came back. Kelly gave him another hug. “Love you dad.”

“You too my queen goddess.” Ian watched her disappear into the crowd of kids before he headed to find some place to pretend he was a responsible chaperon for a room full of teenagers.