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

[symmachy]

[This year's theme was... interesting. She wasn't quite sure what the Savage Land was, exactly, but the ambiance was certainly refreshing. Dressed in her customary white, she spots Kurt across the room and veers her way across the dance floor towards him. It's a bit difficult to get around the students, but most of them move out of her way quickly enough.

She steps up beside him, smiling.]

Anything exciting happen yet?

[themisfit]

Oh, not yet. [ The acknowledgement seems to be inviting trouble, though, doesn't it? He wrinkles his nose. ] Knock on wood.

[ But on to more important things! He looks over at her and bursts into an even wider smile than he greeted her with. ] My, but don't you look particularly lovely this evening?

[symmachy]

[There's always room for a good bit of trouble at prom. The redhead grins widely, matching him and letting her teeth show.]

I thought I'd make the effort. I don't attend many formal occasions.

[themisfit]

I am not sure how formal a school prom is, but nevertheless... The effort is appreciated.

[ It's formal enough, after all. He's in a vest. And the point stands that more properly formal events aren't a frequent occurrence.

Something catches his eye across the room, and he wrinkles his nose again. Pink mohawk. ]

Ach. Quentin Quire. We should start up a betting pool on what nonsense he's going to try.

[symmachy]

[She follows his gaze. The name is familiar--she knows most of the students' names from reading files. His face is also vaguely recognizable.]

Has he committed... nonsense before?

[themisfit]

He's quite nonsensical. [ Putting it mildly. ] He was a student of Xavier's back home, for a time, and is apparently a student of Wolverine's school, now. He is not ours, however.

[ Which still bugs him, even with Hank's ordeal at NoHoPe done with. Kurt still promised to get Quire to attend, even if Hank didn't seem sore about his failure in that field. ]

He's always on the Network about... Revolution or whatnot. He tries to be rather political.