A Night in West Egg

[professorlionface]

WHO: EVERYBODY OF ALL AGES
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: The night of June 16th, all night!
WARNINGS: Who can really tell anymore? Probable language. Possible violence. Copious dancing.
SUMMARY: PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM
FORMAT: OPEN

The guests into an auditorium transformed. Through the magic of papier mache, the room has been decked out like a speakeasy, the refreshments laid out on a very makeshift bar that will not stock alcohol as long as they can prevent it. The whole room is cast with a cool blue light, and a jazz band's been hired to take the stage for an hour before leaving the rest of the evening to the DJ.

It was time to get this party started.

quick-links!
DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

Comments

permission to bust?

[professorstarchilde]

[Rachel's been wandering, looking around at all the students and keeping to herself. deciding she needs a drink she starts to head to the refreshment table only to see a number of the students already hanging around.

Suspicious, Rachel decides to investigate.]

of course!

[hellionated]

[ Ah, crap. Rachel has that whole psychic thing going for her.

Julian hastily overturns the bottle, sloshing its contents into the bowl, and pulls it back around and into his pocket.

Did he manage that before she saw it?

Damn. He should probably make himself scarce now. He'll just be edgying subtly away from here... ]

[professorstarchilde]

[Oh, Julian. Thinking you're so smooth. From where she stood, she decided to take care of the situation telepahically, make less of a scene that way.]

Julian. You're not fooling me. Bring me the flask and take the punch bowl back to the kitchen and refill it. Make yourself comfortable there, you'll be dish duty for the next two weeks for this.

Plus whatever else the Headmaster comes up for you.

[hellionated]

[ Damn it. Having telepathic teachers is always such a buzz-kill. He should've known. He's tempted to pretend like he didn't hear it, but she'd know it was a lie, and besides that he's not the only one with telekinesis in this room.

He rolls his eyes, and brings her the empty flask.

If possible, even his mental voice sounds petulant right now. ]

Oh come on, Ms Grey, it's prom. Spiking the punch is a tradition, I don't see that I had a choice here. It's for their own good.

[professorstarchilde]

Keep that in mind when you're cleaning up the puke of anyone who can't hold their liquor tonight.

[Taking the flask, she holds it, looking at Julian. She was... disappointed, honestly and now that he's next to her she can talk.]

We made the rules clear, Julian, we want to make sure everyone gets home in one piece.

[hellionated]

[ Honestly, for as long as Julian's been at the Xavier school in any world, he's been getting detention. So this doesn't phase him that much, he'll do it. It's still worth it.

But that doesn't mean he won't be difficult as hell about it first. ]

They will get home in one piece! Come on, it's one flask in a huge bowl of punch. It doesn't get much more dilute, it'll just. You know, give them a kick. Show me the school prom where the punch isn't spiked.

[professorstarchilde]

That's kind of what we're going for here, Julian. And what if I let one flask go. And Kurt lets another go. Scatty another? How do I know you're the first person to spike that bowl.

No alcohol, Julian. If you ever want to graduate, you're going to have to pick your battles. This isn't one you're going to win.

[hellionated]

[ Picking his battles was never his strong point anyway. Neither was avoiding detention, though. He rolls his eyes and scowls. ]

Okay, fine, I won’t spike the punch again. [ …while she’s watching. ] Everyone can be sober and boring. Satisfied now?

[professorstarchilde]

Go refill that bowl, check the tables and refill anything else that's low, then you can go back. [Pause] But I'm not kidding about that kitchen duty. Breakfast, lunch, dinner.

[hellionated]

[ hhhh Rachel no. ]

Oh come on. Till Graduation? Seriously?

[ LITERALLY GONNA COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS FOR TWO WEEKS. He's getting the bowl though. ]