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

[incywincyhero]

Uh-oh. [He pretends to cringe back in fear.]

Y'know, I actually enjoyed the teaching gig while I had it. Dunno how good at it I would've been in the long term, but I'd like to think I inspired a few young, scientific minds in my time.

["A few" as in "two or three," but hey, every little bit.]

[professorlionface]

We can only do so much in our time, and it won't always be for the service of our specific subject. If there's one thing worth teaching a student, I think it's an excitement for the world around them, a desire to understand it and learn as much as they can about it.

[And, sure, if they decide afterwards that they want to learn about genetics, it'll warm his heart to the core. But when your class is required, he can't expect everyone who passes through it will get that same passion.]

[incywincyhero]

Easier said than done. This one time I tried that and accidentally taught my kids how to stuff a chicken.

[professorlionface]

Well, at least they were ready for Thanksgiving!

[incywincyhero]

Yeah, but I paid for a classroom's worth of Poetry and Science out of my own pocket, and got Essentials of Cooking with Fowl, Pig, and Cow instead.

[professorlionface]

...How did that happen?

[incywincyhero]

Because Julie in Administration [-- said in about the same tone as Spider-Man would use to refer to Venom or the Kingpin, only more so--] messed up my order. Not that she'd admit it.

[professorlionface]

I'm guessing you didn't have any evidence against her, either.

[He says it with a chuckle, recognizing the tone but mostly finding it amusing.]

[incywincyhero]

Not that I could prove, seeing as she wouldn't let me look at the order forms.

And then, and then I saved her life as Spider-Man, and she tried to ask me for my autograph while Times Square was being overrun by the Mindless Ones. From the Faltine Dimension, not hockey fans.

[professorlionface]

Now, it may just be me, but I'm not seeing where this story proves that you could never be a success as a teacher. It sounds instead like you simply had a lot of unfortunate circumstances to impede you.

[incywincyhero]

Oh. Uh, was that what I was arguing? [An chuckle.] I think I kinda got carried away, there.