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.

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Comments

[professorlionface]

[Hank gives the room a glance. That had kind of bothered him, too.]

Yes, we had a much more varied crowd last year. I wonder what's changed since?

[borntobewildcat]

It's not a bad thing, mind you. If anything, it means that this school is more of a school than it was last year. [He shrugs, with a small laugh.] You don't need too many creepy non-chaperone adults hanging around here anyway.

[professorlionface]

Maybe, but this used to be an event worth attending throughout the imPort community! Everyone knew the Xavier Institute could throw a swell shindig.

[He takes a sniff at his punch and furrows is brow.]

[borntobewildcat]

[Tom knows that look as Hank sniffs the punch... And no, he won't be giving back the drink now.]

I'd say the turnout is still pretty good, Doc. It's definitely not one you should be disappointed in, and, hey, it seems like someone's already trying to help things along. [He lifts his punch, before taking another sip.]

[professorlionface]

Considering the difference this time around from our past proms, that may be a bit more of a problem than you'd think.

[He glances from side to side before taking a furtive gulp of his own glass.]

[borntobewildcat]

I think you're being too hard on yourself, Hank. The party is great, the turnout it great. It might not be the same crowd, but can you doubt that the kids here aren't enjoying themselves and having a good time?

[Tom should probably be more subtle about it, but he can't help but start laughing as Hank drinks his punch.]

Man, where were you when I was in school? You're the coolest professor.

[professorlionface]

Another universe entirely, challenging the standards of normality a different set of students defined their world by.

[He gives Tom a wry grin, then downs the rest of the cup.]

Let's hope they don't regret it in the morning!