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

[culver]

[Coming to prom probably hadn't been her best idea. She'd thought that seeing familiar faces would help ease the hurt of losing so many friends at once, but all it did was remind her of how much they'd meant to her. Especially Damian--he'd been her companion to every school and public function since she had arrived in the City. Looking fancy without him didn't feel quite right. Well, without her Damian. The one who had just arrived was... well, he wasn't wrong, since he was still the same person (technically), but he wasn't the one she missed. Starting from scratch with a person like Damian Wayne was never easy--she'd already done it twice before, she should know.

Her only (slight) consolation was that he would have appreciated the black.

She doesn't mean to overhear Quentin of all people, but here she is relatively near him, and finding herself disagreeing. She can't openly say so, obviously, but she has a soft spot for awful pop music. Her wings flick and she moves a little closer to hear the second bit of his complaint, and presses manicured fingers to her lips. As trying as she finds Quentin, he can be funny.]

[futureleader]

[He spots Nill out of the corner of his eye and grins a little. He adjusted his sunglasses, leaning in towards her so that she can hear him better.]

Do you find that funny?

[culver]

[And, even though she doesn't like him very much, she angles herself so she can listen. The small smile doesn't leave her face, and she gives a slight nod. Yes, actually, it was pretty funny.]

[futureleader]

It would ruin my suit if I did that and my roommates would get mad.

[He glances around the dance room with an exaggerated sigh. Before motioning for Nill to follow him.]

The music seriously sucks though, but I doubt you agree, am I right?

[culver]

[And now she has the option of either trailing after him or simply walking away. The latter is far too rude for her, and so following it is.

Nill nods in response--she hasn't actually heard any songs she dislikes yet. Then again, she has acquainted herself with a lot of music over the years.]

[futureleader]

[He takes her hand in his, gently. It's carefree enough that Nill can pull away if she so chooses with one fluid motion, but it's not so carefree that he isn't cradling her hand in his own.]

Let's dance.

[culver]

[This is... a surprise. But not an unpleasant one. She's hesitant, obviously, but she doesn't pull away. But she does touch her lips with her free hand before also touching her temple. She wants to know if it's alright to talk to him.]

[futureleader]

[He smiles and closes his eyes for the briefest of moments.]

Can you hear me?

[culver]

[Her wings flick slightly, but she doesn't look entirely surprised.]

I can. And yes let's dance.

[futureleader]

[He smiles, he actually looks happy for once and not in a mean or mischievous kind of way. It's a real smile. Quentin isn't going to just wait around and let this opportunity of dancing with a girl go to wasted. Especially since he asked without managing to call her Ostrich Girl or something stupid to mess everything up.]

You know how to?

[culver]

[Yeah, if any kind of awful bird name had come out of his mouth, she actually would have left. Nill inclines her head slightly, arching her brows.]

Yes. Do you?

[futureleader]

[You're a fancy chicken, Nill. Congrats.]

Of course!

[culver]

[No she will never accept it.]

Who taught you?

[futureleader]

I taught myself, mostly.

I know a lot of dances for ice skating partner performances though.

[culver]

Ice skating?

[futureleader]

It's a hobby.... was a hobby.

[culver]

Sounds like an interesting hobby.

[He'll notice that she is not stepping on his feet at all. Thank you for the lessons, Damian.]

[futureleader]

[ Of course he's not stepping on her feet! He's pretty elegant and graceful, for someone who isn't quite so with his words. It's a nice change of pace for someone who's usually brash and fast. Maybe it's the dance moves, maybe it's the way he's dressed.]

[culver]

[It is confusing the hell out of her, that's for sure. How can someone go from calling her an ostrich to asking her to dance?? People are difficult.]

Do you have a date?

[Yes, small talk is the way to cure her confusion.]

[futureleader]

[ he dances still, ignoring her question. It's not that he doesn't want to answer or that he didn't hear Nill. It's that the answer is obvious.]

Would I be dancing with another girl if I did? Seems a bit unfair.

[culver]

[She waits, ever patient. When the answer finally comes, her brows raise in actual surprise.]

Why would it be unfair?

[futureleader]

Well, here I am dancing with someone else and not giving my date a night to remember.

[he changes direction in the dance but keeps to the music.]

Long story short. No. I don't have a date.

[culver]

[Pardon her, she's never had a real date to anything.]

I danced with other people when I brought Damian to these things. He never seemed to mind.

[futureleader]

Well, that's Damian.

[He says it like it burns his tongue to say Damian's name. It probably does, given how often the two of them clashed.]

[culver]

[She's sort of used to hearing it that way from people, but it still hurts a little. He's only just left, after all.]

Maybe. Did you not want to bring anyone then?