A SAVAGE LAND FOR A SAVAGE NIGHT

[professorlionface]

WHO: EVERYONE OF ALL AGES
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: June 15th, early evening to all night long!
WARNINGS: Who knows! Language is likely, violence is possible, dancing is mandatory.
SUMMARY: prom night prom night gotta get down on prom night
FORMAT: MINGLE

As you enter through the doors of the Danger Room, the sound of cicadas chirping clues you into your arrival to a tropical paradise. Red and orange lights show a room transformed, vines all along the walls and trees that seem to reach the beyond the ceiling. There's no doubt now, you're deep in the heart of the jungle. You can almost feel the heat of a distant volcano, the humidity wafting in from a river just outside, but that's only your imagination. Luckily, someone had the foresight to bring an exterminator into this jungle beforehand, as there isn't a bug in sight.

Fierce papier mache dinosaurs look down on your throughout the room, some perhaps planning their next meal, others regarding the intruders to their home with something not unlike fear. From the stage, the gleaming jaws of a downed Tyrannosaurus look on at the partiers, hungry even in its taxidermied stated.

But there's one ornament that stands above them all: the mirrored surface of what appears to be a pterodactyl man, reflecting the lights all across the room in ways most disco balls only wish they could.

Welcome to the Savage Land. Hope you survive the experience!

quick links!
DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

Comments

REFRESHMENTS

[professorlionface]

[Got a thirst to quench? Maybe you're feeling hungry as a Brontosaur! Lucky for you, no expense has been spared on this spread!]

gently breaks the ice...

[shipper]

[whatever side of the table houses the desserts is being (ineffectively) blocked by one very small and very enthusiastic troll girl. she's piling up whatever looks good to her onto her plate, heedless of what her stomach can actually contain; anything that would tip the feast into 'vomit express' territory is summarily pocketed and lost in the voluminous mass of her trenchcoat.

good luck getting anything you wanted until Nepeta's finished]

[professorlionface]

[Is it a coincidence that Hank is standing near the refreshments table? Even if he is a chaperone, one can't keep up a body as big as his without paying an active metabolism its due. Which puts him in just the perfect position to notice how often Nepeta's hands are hitting her pockets.

On one hand, maybe he wants a few things before she snags them. On the other, there are sure to be others who will as well. He can look the other way if the girl's starving, but it's hard to tell under a bulky trenchcoat like that.

And so, a seven-foot-tall blue cat guy ends up standing just next to her, helping himself to a sandwich as he glances down at her.]

You should make sure to try the crullers. I made those myself.

[shipper]

Oh, sure! Which ones are -

[her cheerful response is cut off as Nepeta actually looks up to see who's recommending more delicious baked goods for her purview and finds that it's a seven foot tall blue cat guy.

seven foot tall blue cat guy.

blue cat guy.

cat guy.

her expression is now one of complete wonderment and awe at the fact that this is actually a guy who exists in the real world and is also right next to her. her dessert plate is completely forgotten for the moment as she finally manages to whisper something close to her feelings on the matter]

Ohmygosh.

[deformer]

[Desserts? Free desserts? Rua is there like he was magnetized. Clearly, though, he isn't the first one there as he sees this girl piling stuff - okay, a lot of stuff on to her plate. Okay. Cool. Another dessert aficionado. He can roll with that.

Eventually, he spots something - a sheet cake, cut into neat little squares, lookin' just frickin' delicious. He spots one corner piece left, and it's got a little strawberry on it and oh man, that looks so good, he's just gonna reach over and grab i-

aaand it's gone before he can get a hand on it, vanishing into the giant freakin' trenchcoat. He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.]

Hey, c'mon, you took the end piece!

OPEN

[professorlionface]

[Is he just trying to spread out their surveillance area a bit, or just keeping close to the food? It's hard to tell with Hank. This one's important to watch, after all, especially after someone spiked the punch last year and it got out all over the Network. And aside from which, Hank just likes to eat.

So he helps himself every now and then, nursing a glass of punch, and keeps an eye out to make sure everyone's having a good time.]

[incywincyhero]

So, no repeats from last year, right? [Spider-Man saunters up, gesturing at Hank's punch before he settles himself against -- rather, on -- the nearest wall.] 'Cause I've got a three-year-old to chaperone, and that's eighteen years too soon to explain to her mother if she ever gets 'ported back in.

[invoking]

[ Gil's only moving past the table to get to the designated wallflower corner, but it's impossible to miss the giant blue cat standing in the middle of his escape route. His entire body goes rigid, clenching with fear and at the same time, he's struck with guilt because Hank's a mutant this is simply the way he is. It's not his fault.

It's just so difficult to shake that fear of cats.

He barely makes eye contact, but he does lift a shaky hand in greeting. ]

Good evening Mr.-- no, Doctor...

open!

[topslug]

[ As long as there's food, that's where Yako will be too. Her outfit is simple enough, which suits her fine, since she has no intention of standing out.

Which she sort of is, anyway, given how she's parked by the refreshments table and steadily demolishing a trayful of pastries absent-mindedly -- all the more impressive, really, since she's doing it one-handed, her left hand still sporting a cast. She's multi-tasking, eyes roving around the room to curiously take in the other ImPorts while getting more than her daily required intake of carbohydrates. ]

Re: open!

[adventureboner]

((Target sited. Prepare missiles, firing in three, two, o--Jake has to slap the rabbit's head constantly to keep him from obliterating any and all his friends whenever he wants to have a chat. After a good lecturing, the rabbit agrees to hiding behind Jake any time he approaches anyone. So hopefully the robotic rabbit can behave himself long enough to not be seen by Yako.))

Jeepers creepers, hope you're not planning on eating the whole table there, too. Hehe.

[soulbonder]

Yako? [at least, he thinks this is her. he hasn't met her in person before, has he? oh no, wait, why does she have a cast]

open;;

[nothulk]

[ Dancing is thirsty work and teenage alien hybrid metabolisms? Don't even start. Teddy is piling up a plate of snacks and a big cup of punch and grinning for it because food, man. Food. His tie's coming a little loose, mostly but he can fix that later - or have Billy do it for him. Whichever. ]

[ideaofamerica]

[Eli is awkward as all get out in his rented tux, so he speeds over to Teddy at the food table as soon as he spots him.]

Hey. You look good.

Open

[promised_victory]

[Where else would anyone find a foodie like Saber? Especially considering the sheer expense put into giving this Prom a delicious meal instead of the normal fare she had heard so much about. What sat before her was a variety of puddings and cakes and candies set in an appealing arrangement. There were various appetizers as well. Saber quite enjoys these 'mozzarella sticks' and added them to her list of foods to have Shirou cook for her.

Along with chicken wings. Moist and succulent and far richer in flavor than any chicken she's eaten before.

And these shrimp kabobs with pineapple and red and green peppers. The seasons on it kept it from being too sweet and Saber had never had pineapple before. It's something she'll have to ask Shirou to use more of.

And these little 'kay-sa-dee-ya' things were amazing. Cheese and vegetables with beef prepared in a way she's never had before. If Saber had been told before the food would be this good, she would not have had much apprehension about accompanying Shirou and Rin to this event. Much as the very short blue-and-white dress left her feeling naked, much as her hair being down felt strange, good food always tended to make for a good evening for her.

And so she enjoys herself by eating and keeping a sharp eye out for if Archer decides to try anything with Rin.]

[radiantly]

[From her vantage point along the wall, Angelica has a clear view of the dance floor and the buffet line, though she isn't enraptured by any of the events in particular. As a matter of fact, the smoother it all runs, the better it is for her.

It isn't until she notices the young lady sampling just about every offering at the table. Angelica's eyebrows raise as watches the food disappear.]

... Can I get you a napkin? Or... something?

open;

[cawky]

[Davesprite is not one for parties, nor was he one for socializing. Prom Round 2 was a mere product of making sure Rose didn't get into trouble after discovering the downward spiral she had thrown herself into over the past few weeks. Predictably, his shades are on and he's hovering near the punch bowl in an outfit not unlike his usual flair, but a bit more suitable for the occasion. He didn't fit into a lot of his old suits anymore -- they would have been easier to hide in.

Thankfully, he's not looking to hide quite as much as usual -- there are a few people he wants to make sure know that he is there. Every now and then he'll get distracted, but even with the shades over his eyes, its obvious that he's watching for someone. Possibly multiple someones.]

[glowsferatu]

[ why she even bothers, kanaya doesn't even know anymore. the problem is she really just can't leave well enough alone, not when something's bugging her. she approaches with her nose up, trying to keep her scowl from developing fully. ]

Honestly, I'm a bit surprised you even decided to show.

[culver]

[Well, this is unexpected.

Partially, at least. She'd known Rose was coming, and it shouldn't have been surprising that Davesprite had attended as well. Except it was. Not that prom was closed to people who attended the Institute, but she was pretty sure he had only come last time to keep an eye on his friends as well. Formal occasions didn't really seem like something he wanted to frequent.

As the night had gone on, navigating the danger room in her dress had become easier, whether it was because students were up and leaving, spiking the punch and giggling at their tables, or simply because she'd had the opportunity to practice remained to be seen. The blonde inclines her head slightly and gives him an approving look once she's close enough. He does clean up nicely.]

open;

[promised_victory]

Are you the security for the evening?

[From what Saber understands from what she has seen of television, the security at events like this are usually well dressed and wear sunglasses. A sort of short hand for anyone looking for help. However, Saber isn't looking for help tonight and is simply curious. She might have seen that sort of visual short hand on television, but that doesn't mean it's true.

Time to test that theory.]

[gandere]

I knew it.

[ Rin slips up to him in a dress that's a bit old fashioned for the occasion, but it'll do for her. ]

You're looking for me, aren't you? Well, you better ask what it is you want to ask because I'm not going to stand around waiting all night long.

[teamme]

[Now this is Leo's zone, and probably one he won't be leaving any time soon unless he spots someone he knows or a really pretty girl (so really he'll be leaving it soon).

For now he simply tries not to stain his white suit]

[jupiterson]

[ Jason isn't even wearing a suit. He's wearing a chequered shirt, jeans, and a tie over the shirt. Basically, Jason sucks at prom and no one is surprised.

He's so happy to see Leo that he even breaches the dreaded dance floor to go see him. ]

Leo! Man, I am so glad you're here.

[abaratian]

[ How about Candy? In her own multi-colored dress coming over to get a drink herself. ] Excuse me. [ She smiles at Leo, reaching around him to grab a cup. ]

open; punch spiking fail

[hellionated]

[ By the time Julian gets here, some feathery asshole has already broken the punch bowl, and thus he has nothing to spike with the flask he's got hiding in his suit.

Damn him for being late. He'd been hoping for a repeat of last year. Rolling his eyes, he hid it back in his pocket again, and then wandered the length of the table with total innocence as if he hadn't just been about to do anything heinous.

Hi Xavier Institute. He missed you... ]

[professorlionface]

[Hank has a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the glass. Do make sure to watch your step. He catches a glint from under Julian's coat, though, and he doesn't even have to guess as he raises himself to his feet.]

Well, well, well. They always return to the scene of the crime, don't they?