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!

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Comments

[professorlionface]

[He turns back toward the table, getting a mayonnaise packet to add to his sandwich.]

Well, I'm sure if you wait until later, there will still be plenty waiting for you. Plus, that way, you won't be preventing anyone else from getting a shot.

[shipper]

It's not my fault if people can't get to the stuff furst. If they wanted it so badly they'd try a little harder to be faster!

[she giggles, already reaching for another kruller. dang these thing are good]

[professorlionface]

I don't know, I've never seen eating as a race. It's a thing to take in stride, to savor. They don't call it the culinary art for nothing.

Plus, if you go too quickly, you could get sick!

[And with that, he closes his sandwich and takes a bite out of it, glancing upwards as he chews, ruminating on the flavor.]

[shipper]

That's why I'm saving some fur later. I don't mind eating slow sometimes, but in a purrlace like this I want to try as many things as possible!

[eating like a single slice of cake seems like a crime here]

[professorlionface]

[He can't disagree on the importance of cake.]

Well, a little bit can go a long way when you've still got more ahead.

[shipper]

I guess, but I don't even feel full yet so it doesn't really matter yet.

[professorlionface]

Maybe so, but you've still got a lot ahead of you.

[shipper]

I'm ready fur it! I nefur back down from a challenge.

[professorlionface]

And what if the challenge is sharing?

[shipper]

That's not a challenge unless there's only like, one of something.

[professorlionface]

But let's say you have all of something, and it isn't just one, but you keep it to yourself so no one else gets the chance at it.

[shipper]

Then I purrobably don't know that I have it, beclaws there's no way I could pawsibly have that much of something and hide it.

[professorlionface]

I don't know. Big pockets.

[shipper]

Can they really get any bigger than the ones I've got now..?

[professorlionface]

That was my point. You already have big pockets.

[shipper]

But I don't have all of anything in them. [Hank she doesn't understand...]

[professorlionface]

We're talking hypothetically. If, in such a case that you had everything somehow contained in...

[He thinks about that for a moment. Storage, trolls. He's had a conversation about this once.]

Do you have a sylladex?

[shipper]

[her nose wrinkles]

Not anymore. I haven't been able to use it since I got here, even though my strife specibus is purrfectly fine.

[professorlionface]

I suppose that wouldn't factor in, then, but it seems like a common enough experience. Do you know that anyone else has kept theirs?

[shipper]

Not really, but I haven't exactly been asking my furiends about it. I just figured it'd be the same fur efuryone.

[professorlionface]

[Suddenly, he doesn't care about the scavenging so much. This is far more interesting.]

It must take a great deal of adjustment, going from that level of convenience to its sudden lack.

[shipper]

It can be purretty furustrating sometimes! My sylladex was supurr diffurcult so I didn't use it if I could help it, but sometimes I still keep trying to stow away something that's really big and furgetting I can't anymore.

[she makes an unhappy sound in the back of her throat]

Lugging stuff around is so dumb.

[professorlionface]

Perhaps a bit, but that is why God instigated evolution in a way that we'd eventually come out with hands. Perhaps we should envy the kangaroos.

Have you considered a backpack?

[shipper]

Sometimes, but most of the time I just try to keep whatefur I need to stuff that can fit in my pockets.

[she shrugs a little]

Backpacks aren't really good fur moving fast.

[professorlionface]

Actually, as a tip from a professional, they are much better for it.

[He puts his hands at his sides, flapping them about to mimic something moving.] Pockets, especially on a coat like that, tend to knock about when full. A backpack is designed to stay firm on your back, and a good one will rest in a way that distributes the weight effectively.

That way, you have a good carriage method that works well with your need to move, in whatever direction or orientation you may be doing so.