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

[wisecracked]

Yeah. She's Julian's girlfriend. [Pushing the awkward away because her crush on Julian doesn't matter. She's totally over it.]

Ah, right, he called while we were there, asking about her. Course, by the time I called back he had his answer.

[invoking]

Oh. [ Well, that explains why they're together so often. No, it didn't occur to Gil that that's what it was.

He nods. ]

He must have been worried...

[wisecracked]

I don't think worried even begins to cover it. [She shrugs.]

Anyway, enough about them.

[invoking]

Well, it's only natural, isn't it? [ For couples.

But he does let the conversation drop, wondering if Kenzi isn't interested. Does it bother her? He can't help but ponder about it. ]

Ah... right. [ He missteps a moment and tries to compose himself again. ] Sorry...

[wisecracked]

[It does bother her, a little, but she's not about to go into it with anyone.

Gil's misstep causes her to stumble a bit but she's quick to recover.]

I guess talking and dancing are two things that don't go together. [She chuckles.]

[invoking]

I'm... [ Rusty isn't the right word for it. He doesn't dance with people and avoids socializing as much as possible. He's so useless at these events... ] I'm not very good.

[wisecracked]

[She pats his shoulder.] That's what practice is for.

[invoking]

Practice?

[wisecracked]

[She grins up at him.] Yeah. Y'know, like, dance lessons.

[invoking]

[ Oh no. ]

I think that's a bit much...

[wisecracked]

Why's that? Personally, I think it'd be fun.

[invoking]

I'm not... to say that is... I don't really have the time these days.

[ Parties... nope.

But it's mostly true. He's been busy with Bobbi and Fury. ]

[wisecracked]

[She frowns.] Not even like once a week? [She's really just looking for things to fill her time that involve other people.]

[invoking]

I'm sorry. The dance company is working on another production and it's been busier than usual.

[wisecracked]

[Kenzi wilts a bit but then shrugs, forcing herself to perk back up.] Oh well.

[invoking]

Maybe, um... [ He hates to disappoint her.

But dancing... ]

You like the movies, don't you? Or uh... [ He feel his chest is caught in a vice. ] I owe you for a lot...

[wisecracked]

[She smiles and pats his shoulder.] Don't worry about it. If you're busy, you're busy.

[invoking]

Yes, but... [ He swallows and his tone adopts a more serious approach now. ] I haven't ever properly thanked you for everything.

[wisecracked]

I think you have. Besides, we're friends. You don't have to constantly do things to repay me. Your presence is often enough.

[invoking]

[ A tiny sigh escapes him. ]

The offer is still here... maybe a dinner. [ He can probably cook something she'd like to try. ]

[wisecracked]

[She smiles and gives a little nod.] Maybe.

[invoking]

Right. If you make up your mind, you can always call me.