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!

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Comments

[invoking]

[ He can feel whatever crumbling bits of dignity he has left slip from his grasp when Kurt greets him. He knows prom's invitation extended to everyone, but he still can't help feel silly that age twenty-five he's once again found himself in a school.

He can hear Elliot's piercing voice in the back of his head lecturing him about his severe lack of shame. ]

Ah... good evening.

[themisfit]

[ Kurt gets a little laugh out of the hesitation and Gilbert's general discomforted sort of looks. It's not mean-spirited, just... An attempt to lighten the mood around the other fellow, maybe. He always seems a bit solemn and quite serious. ]

Relax, Mr. Nightray. It's a party.

[invoking]

[ That's Gilbert for you. A black void that sucks the fun out of everything.

And he's aware of it, but he's never been a sociable type and he doesn't tend to feel at home in the middle of parties or crowds. ]

I know. Yet... it's a bit shameful, isn't it? Twenty-five and back at a school... [ He's only referring to himself.

Let's just say the last time he had to go into a school and he snuck in and was reprimanded by his adoptive brother in a humiliating fashion. ]

[themisfit]

I don't see what is shameful about it. People go back to school all of the time, and not just for parties.

[ You're so gloomy, Gilbert. It's that kind of mood at an entertaining event that Kurt always wants to cure. ] Is it that somebody made you come?

[invoking]

[ Gloomy: a summary of Gilbert Nightray.

He does snap out of it somewhat to look for Kenzi, wherever she may be, in the crowd. ]

Ah, yes. A friend of mine. She doesn't attend the school either, but she's quite fond of parties.

[ She basically blackmailed him into coming. ]

[themisfit]

[ A-ha. Kurt glances into the crowd after Gilbert, a grin splitting his face. ] Ooh. A lady-friend, is it?

[ But, oh! And he looks nearly beside himself with mirth. ] Say, you aren't avoiding her, are you?

[invoking]

No, no. [ He waves a hand side to side to emphasize. ] I'm just... I'm not much of a party person.

[ He feels things have been awkward after another night of having to care for her while she was drunk. To top it off, she had been miserable. He may not be comfortable here, but he doesn't want to ruin what he hopes will be a good night for her. ]

[themisfit]

I'm quite shocked. [ But, wow, really Kurt. Stop picking on poor Gilbert. His stupid grin fades into something a little softer, less overtly mocking. ] As one of the technical hosts of this party, I hope you'll let me know if there's anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable.

[invoking]

You don't need to trouble yourself, Mr. Kurt...

[themisfit]

Nonsense. I'd be happy to help. I hate to see friends uncomfortable. [ Congratulations, they've graduated from acquaintanceship? ]

And the "mister" is not necessary. Just "Kurt" is fine.

[invoking]

Friends? [ You lost him there, Kurt! Gil is always surprised when someone calls him a friend.

Always. ]

[themisfit]

Is that not okay? I assumed us friendly enough.

[ Wow, Gil. Everything seems to baffle you so! ]

[invoking]

Ah, yes! [ He tries to compose himself. ] If that is what you want... [ How do I friendship. ]

[themisfit]

Good Lord, man! [ He gets another short laugh in, although... This tows the line between amusing and a little frustrating. He's sure he's rarely met a person so unsure about such little things. ] Your opinion counts in the matter, as well, you realize. If I have overstepped my boundaries, I apologize.

[invoking]

No, no you haven't! [ Oh no, how does he correct the situation? ] I'm fine with it, really!

It was just surprising is all...

[themisfit]

You are very easily surprised. [ Which isn't critical, really. He's trying to stay amused in tone. ] Do not worry so much. You will age badly.

[invoking]

[ He can't help but make a face in response to that. ]

I'm not worrying! Anyone would be surprised to make friends so fast with someone. [ He thinks. ]

[themisfit]

With me? Nein, not at all! I am so personable and handsome, after all. Who would not want to be fast friends with me?

[ See? He's got jokes. ]

[invoking]

[ More like who really wants to be friends with Gil, who is a ball of insecurity and tension? :( ]

If you say so.

[themisfit]

You doubt it, then? Ach.

[ He'll have to keep trying, then, to get Gilbert to enjoy himself just a little bit. Just a smidge. ]

Have you tried the food? Hank's made some of it. He's really fantastic at baked goods.

[invoking]

[ He lifts a hand and waves it to politely decline. ]

I'm not hungry, but thank you.

[ Prom apparently means alcohol gets snuck in. He is wary of the punch bowl especially. ]

I'm surprised the school opened up the party to non-students. [ See? Attempts at small talk! ]

[themisfit]

[ That's something! ]

Well, we are not so large an institution that we cannot accommodate a little extra, and we like to have an event for the community at large. It seems to be popular, so... Here we are again.

[invoking]

It's generous of the school to do that. [ Given how some imPorts are nothing but trouble... ]

[themisfit]

So take advantage of our generosity a little, huh? [ By which he means, geez, Gil, have a little fun.

But, for the sake of conversation... And because it could be fun. ] So, this date of yours... Is this a wooing situation?

1/2

[invoking]

It's not a --