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

[hellionated]

[ Holy crap is he smelling him?

Julian steps back. ]

Can't. There's no punch bowl, it makes it kind of hard.

[ He'll just keep his jacket firmly closed now, thank you. ]

[professorlionface]

[ Hank gestures to the glass shards he's swept onto his dustpan, raising an eyebrow. ]

An unforeseen complication. One can't help considering the what-ifs of the situation.

[hellionated]

You know if you do that about everything, you'll drive yourself crazy, Professor. I don't want that for you.

[ He smiles. ]

[professorlionface]

Well, I hardly need to do it with everything. There's really only the one point I was really considering.

[And with that he directs a knowing glance to Julian's jacket.]

[hellionated]

There is that. [ Not that he's actually admitting to anything here. ] Still, no harm, no foul, right?

[professorlionface]

[But that he knows what Hank is getting at is enough.]

As long as there remains no harm, there will be no foul. But remember, I have a very good nose.

[He taps it with a finger, then bends down to find a trashcan to empty his dustpan into. As he passes, he pats Julian on the shoulder.] Keep it to yourself, Mr. Keller. Better yet, get it off school grounds. You're lucky I'm not confiscating it, seeing as you are underage.

[hellionated]

[ Wait.

He's actually getting away with this?

Well he's not going to look that gift horse in the mouth. ]

Well, I wasn't gonna stay long, anyways. If anything gets spiked, it won't be by me.

[professorlionface]

[With a warning, at least. But yes, he's definitely letting him off easy. He taps his nose.]

I'll be sure to figure out who it is, if it should happen. But don't think you'll escape my eye either way.

[hellionated]

I’ll bear that in mind. [ So he should make a getaway now, probably. Before Hank changes his mind. ] I should go find Sofia, she’ll be waiting.

[professorlionface]

[Hank nods with a sing-song hum.]

And I do hope you aren't so equipped next time we may run into each other tonight.

[hellionated]

[ He sighs, pressing his lips together. ]

Right, Professor.

[ Maybe he can get away with planting it on Quire… ]

I’ve got it. I’ll see you later.

[ His tone has taken on that sulky ‘you win’ quality by now. ]