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

[swordedpast]

[Now he has to find a way to avoid admitting that he doesn't know how to have a good time.

As if it weren't pathetically obvious already.]

I'm not interested in taking that risk.

[professorlionface]

[Hank actually lets out a laugh at that.]

Risk? I do suppose that's one way of looking at it, though I honestly think the risk is negligible in this case.

[swordedpast]

[He tries not to be flustered at that laugh.]

Don't you know? Everything can be viewed through the lens of risks and benefits. It's the practical way to look at the world.

[professorlionface]

Sure it can! If done to a reasonable degree, I absolutely agree. But context is everything, and you have to realize how extreme it is to apply that same standard to a party.

[Yeah, it's really pathetically obvious.]

[swordedpast]

I see.

[He folds his arms.]

You've reminded me why I don't go to many parties.

[professorlionface]

[Hank, in return, leans in a little with a smile, nudging him in the arm with his elbow.]

Why's that, not enough danger to justify your typical approach?

[swordedpast]

[A little flustered, but trying (and failing) to hide it, Archer takes a small step back.]

They are pointless, and they don't follow any reasonable sort of sense.

[professorlionface]

[Hank just chuckles again, folding his arms.]

"Reasonable sort of sense," is that what we're calling it now? Sounds like someone has some trouble relaxing.

[swordedpast]

I can relax just fine. But not at a dance.

[He blurts it out, because he's that flustered.]

[professorlionface]

[Hank makes a face of amused surprise. That's not exactly the answer he expected.]

And what makes a dance so special that it prevents you? [Is there someone you want to dance with that you're afraid of looking uncool around, Archer?]

[swordedpast]

[He tries to recover himself, but he can't very well admit that he can't relax at a dance because it's not home. Well, he could, but then he'd actually be admitting something about himself as a person, and he's no good at that.]

It's just a really inconvenient place to be. Don't people relax with a quiet meal at home with family instead?

[So then he goes ahead and does it anyway.]

[professorlionface]

[Hank's brows furrow. It's such an odd and unexpected question that he isn't sure whether he should be responding with more sympathy than amusement now.]

They absolutely can. But I shouldn't think that would rule out the possibility of enjoying themselves at an event designed specifically for that purpose!