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!
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REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

Comments

[deformer]

[A similar yelp from him is abruptly silenced as the plate collides with his face. The plate bounces off. Some of the desserts stay on his face. Most of it winds up on his shoes.

He blinks a couple times and tries to wipe off his face a bit. It doesn't do much.]

...why did you do that?

[shipper]

You were taking all my stuff! What else was I supposed to do?

[at the very least she looks pretty contrite about having done that, both because that's really not polite and because now all her sweets are a fashion statement by Rua]

[deformer]

I was just gonna hold it ransom to get that piece of cake back! What the heck does THROWING it at me accomplish?!

[shipper]

You're not going to try and get that cake again, are you?

[deformer]

Not if you're gonna just THROW it at me, no!

[shipper]

Well there you go! That's what it accomplished!

[deformer]

[He opens his mouth and brings a finger up like he's about to say something VERY IMPORTANT....









...nope. No counter.
And maybe trying to steal somebody's desserts at a prom wasn't his finest hour.]

Fffffffffffffffffffffiiiiiiiiine. I won't try to take your stuff again. [Now he's trying to wipe his face off with his sleeve.]

Sorry I tried to take your desserts. I guess.

Even though you threw them at my face.

And you still have a bunch more in your pockets.

[That sounded way more sincere in his head.]

[shipper]

I'm sorry that you were too slow to avoid all the eclairs. [this actually sounds pretty sincere! and she reaches out to try and help wipe some of the stuff with her own trench sleeve which is probably twice the size of his]

[deformer]

[He doesn't interfere, because better her sleeve get smeared with eclair stuff than his, and mumbles:] I am not slow! I have legs like a gazelle!

[shipper]

And arms like a snail. [she giggles a little]

[deformer]

Nrrrrrgghhh! [He waves his hands in front of her face.] My hands are not slow! I've been practicing my drawing technique for years! They're fast! Like well-oiled machines, and I can prove it!

Come up with anything to test them, and I bet I can do it!

[shipper]

I don't know, they look purretty slow even fur a human!

[she laughs again and then puts a hand underneath her chin, thoughtful]

Hmm...oh, oh, I know! How about you catch a bird?

[deformer]

Catch a bird?

But birds are like -- [Really fast.] - they're birds. Who catches birds?

[shipper]

I do, all the time. There's not really much else fur me to hunt around here most of the time.

[and she doesn't even need her claws to grab them, either]

[deformer]

...

....that's kinda weird!

[shipper]

Why? It'd be weirder if I just waited fur the possums and raccoons to show up.

[deformer]

That is definitely weirder - why are you talkin' about huntin' animals like it's normal?!

[shipper]

Beclaws it is. How else am I going to get anything to eat?

[deformer]

Uh, by bu- [He stops. Then thinks.]

Buying food's not a thing where you're from, is it?

[shipper]

Why would it be? There's purrlenty of it around anyway and it's not like there was anyone to sell it.

[deformer]

Well geez, there's animals all over the place in the City too, but just buying food is way easier! And it probably tastes better than birds and marsupials and stuff!

[He takes a bite out of a brownie.] See! This tastes way better than a bird!

[shipper]

It's purrobably easier, but it's also waaaay lazier. It's a lot more fun to catch stuff yourself.

[she snorts, rolling her eyes playfully] And it's purretty obvious you've nefur had a good bird befur! Brownies taste compurrletely diffurent, but they're not any better or worse.

[deformer]

Uh, I've had turducken before, okay? And brownies taste way the hell better than them. It's like. It's not even close.

[shipper]

I don't even know what that is! But I bet it was one of those dumb wiggler sized birds and you had it cooked, right?

[deformer]

It's a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey. And it's NOT DUMB. It's one of the pinnacles of human food science! And, uh, duh, it's cooked, what am I gonna do, eat it raw?