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

[superscience]

[CHAPERONING. not entirely of his own free will, either, so there's a disgruntled and hilariously era appropriate white blotch standing at the makeshift bar, arms crossed.

THOUGH HE WANDERS OFF FOR THE PUNCH SPIKING I JUST FIGURED OUT HAPPENED OOPS still stink eying y'all he was alive for the twenties okay nobody did the dougie.]

[professorlionface]

[Hank comes up and slaps him on the back.]

Oh, don't look so glum, it's supposed to be a party!

[superscience]

[HANK PLS GO]

McCoy, my prime partying years happened to fall during the Great Depression.

I'm understandably rusty.

[professorlionface]

[NOPE]

Well, you give a period a name like that, and it only inspires one to suspect that very little prime celebration occurred.

But hey, we even have the room decorated just to match. Maybe it's time for a revisit!

[superscience]

Can't, I'm afraid. Far too preoccupied with killjoy duties.

[yep still standing within eyesight of the punch bowl and the dance floor tbh]

Though you'll be happy to know I cut loose every now and again and hassle some dancers.

[professorlionface]

To show them how it's supposed to be done, I hope.

[He knows it isn't. But he's tempted to just push him out there and make him have a go at it.]

[superscience]

I doubt the Charleston would turn heads in the age of... that.

[GESTURES AT SOMEBODY DOING THE BERNIE...]

No matter how impressive my Charleston is.

[professorlionface]

Oh, that's dancing! Good, I was afraid for a moment that I might need to take them to the nurse's station.

Maybe this should call for a competition?

[incywincyhero]

[Peter's had three or four cups of "non-alcoholic" punch by now, so he's a wee bit more outgoing than usual.]

Hey, nice threads! Looks like you stepped right out of The Untouchables.

[superscience]

A man needs to have an image, after all. Something to set him apart from the endless throngs of superheroic wannabes.

And I was never a fan of spandex.

[a beat.]

Nemesis. And you are?

[incywincyhero]

Peter Parker. And boy, after an introduction like that, I've never felt boringer. [He doesn't really seem to mind.]

So, what, are you saying you dress like this all the time? Or is it a period variant of your usual style?