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Game Opening: May Ball
It had to be done.
Welcome all to the Redbright Institute's May Ball! This evening is a celebration of the Institute's achievements over the past year. Students aged 16 and above can attend on their own, while younger students must be accompanied by a parent or guardian. Meanwhile, friends and guests of the Institute are invited as a gesture of friendship and harmony between the various factions.
Rules and etiquette
• This is a black tie event. Formal attire is required.
• No weapons. This is a school, there are children present. Any weapons or objects that could be used as weapons will be confiscated.
• No drugs or alcohol. Obviously. Don't try to sneak any in.
• No violence.
There is security within the school and present at the event. (In fact, if your character is a member of the Redbright Institute, you could have them acting as security if you want.) They will respond to and put a stop to any trouble.
Places to go
The main action takes place in the large Assembly Hall. This is where the Chancellor Sylvia Redbright will give her address. It's also where you can party later on. The disco is family-friendly – not exactly a rave, but the kids will love it.
Drinks and snacks are available in the dining hall. The drinks are non-alcoholic. Vampires, no need to worry about your cravings: blood cocktails are provided! They're given in good faith on the assumption that you won't be snacking on anyone else tonight.
Just off the dining hall, one of the classrooms has been converted into a chill-out area. The lights are off, the desks and chairs have been replaced by beanbags and there's a table in the corner with a chocolate fountain, marshmallows and strawberries. A video of young witches taking part in various night-time rituals (they mostly seem to involve chanting and bonfires) plays silently on the screen.
One of the lecture theatres has been opened up to showcase students' work from the past year. On the screen you can watch a slideshow of notable events and achievements. Strangely enough there aren't many people in this room.
Outside, there is a giant chessboard on the lawn. The pieces are made of plastic and can easily be moved around. Why, you ask? Why not, is the answer.
Finally, a large marquee has been set up in the quad. This is the adults-only area, with wine and cocktails served at the bar, nibbles available at a few high tables dotted around and a sophisticated atmosphere. No children under 18 allowed. (Note that the legal drinking age is 18.)
Timeline of events
20:00 – Doors open.
20:57 – Sunset.
21:15 – Sylvia Redbright makes her address in the Assembly Hall.
22:00 – Disco in the Assembly Hall. The DJ has atrocious taste.
01:00 – Disco stops. The event officially ends.
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The assembly hall is packed. Community leaders and interested parties from across the city have come to see the Chancellor make her address. There are rumours that she has an announcement to make, though no one knows what. They're packed in like school children, seated on flimsy plastic chairs, but the room falls silent when Sylvia steps up to the podium. A few cameras flash. She holds up a hand to stop them.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she begins, "everyone. Welcome."
Her speech doesn't sound much different from what you might expect at any high-achieving school, except for the occasional mentions of "celebrating supernatural diversity" and "stellar performance in helping students to control their abilities, magical and physical". That is, until she starts talking about the Institute's work outside the school.
"Redbright has a long and proud history of promoting harmony between supernatural communities. Thanks to our people, in the last few years we have not only made Ealing a safe and secure home for our children, we have also extended our influence to other boroughs, including Harrow, Brent and Hounslow. We call it the safe zone, a place in London where every supernatural and non-supernatural person is welcome, where they can walk freely without fear of harm. We keep the peace. We will continue to keep the peace."
There's a pause. She's warming to her theme.
"Tonight I am delighted to announce that we are extending that safe zone. With the full backing of the Night Council, Redbright is claiming jurisdiction over Barnet. We will be establishing a presence on the ground there, to enforce our no-hostilities policy and to drive out any criminal presence. I hope that you will all join me in supporting our efforts, as we look forward to a safer, brighter future."
A smile.
"And finally, because I know all the adults in the room will be wondering: You can buy drinks on the lawn. There's a big white tent, you can't miss it. Thank you."
2) Cocktails
For around an hour or so after her speech, Sylvia can be found enjoying a cocktail in the marquee. She's approachable, but constantly in demand. If you can get past all the witches and other very important personages surrounding her, you might just be able to have a few words.
[ooc: Option 2 is really the only one where you have a chance to talk to Sylvia, but feel free to react to her speech amongst yourselves!]
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And she uses it to its full advantage to perform the society dance around the notable figures to bring her close enough to Sylvia Redbright to address the woman personally. By now, Abigail's fairly sure everyone who's anyone knows that she's here and who she is, but introductions are still polite
"Abigail Widdowson, ma'am." She smiles, her youth and sheltered life showing through. At nineteen, she's had a lot less experience out in the world than some people half her age. But she's had education and lessons in formality, which are worth a great deal in the right situations. "That was a lovely speech."
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2 -- no worries about replying to this, it just needed to be done, haha
He doesn't approach Syvlia, no. She has far too many people to attend to, and he quite understands. Instead, he simply catches her eye and gives a nod to indicate his presence out here for awhile. He'll make sure to do the same (and make sure his task out here has passed to someone else) before he changes location again.
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"Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through." All those witches and very important people? Totally being elbowed in their faces accidentally as he squeezes by. "Hey. Hey! Mrs. Witch Lady?"
Should Sylvia look in his direction, she will see a very energetic young man waving at her and beaming.
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[A]: Free food and drinks, on the other hand, weren't so bad. He ended up tooling around the lecture theatre, curious to see if any of the students had come up with anything interesting -- maybe a boss painting or a nice film noir short.
"I kinda like this one. Maybe they're going for the Dashiell Hammett angle..."
[B]:Failing that, he'd head over to the marquee and look for someone to chat up. It was cool, he was totally supposed to be here.
"I don't know about the whole disco deal; shouldn't they at least have karaoke or somethin'?" At least then he could have taken some amusement in the terrible, terrible singing. He wasn't into sweets, either, so this event was kind of a bust for him.
[ B! ]
"Considering some of the children's abilities here, I don't think bruised egos and powers will mix well if someone doesn't like another's rendition of Dancing Queen," she chuckled. Especially when some have had a glass or two. "So -- Are you having fun?"
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A, this is happening
"... Who is Dashiell Hammett." No one said those two cents had to be impressive in any way. Or partnered with something useful like an introduction. No, Sasuke offers nothing further as he stares ahead at the credits of that film, drink in hand and face somewhat pinched as if he's forcing himself to sip something horrible.
Re: A, this is happening
Re: A, this is happening
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Abigail looks the part of a Widdowson woman. She's tall, blonde, and pale, dressed in a long black gown whose sleeves are translucent. The only jewellery she wears is a pair of silver earrings that hang down with small diamonds at the bottom. Her make-up highlights the paleness, and her lips are done in a dark, sedated red. She carries a clutch with her, black with silver accents, and moves seamlessly on heels that just slightly click when she walks.
Abigail is there when Slyvia makes her announcement, and she claps politely at all the appropriate parts, though she might be a bit more subdued at the announcement of the expansion of Redbright's influence. She wants to believe it's a good thing, especially with everything else Sylvia has said, but she's heard conflicting stories from her late family and others they were close to.
For now, she has to reserve judgement.
Lecture Theatre
The slideshow captivates Abigail. The array of accomplishments is impressive enough, but what holds her in place are the faces. People among one another, witches learning in unison. Not a girl shut away in a house. When she was very young, she'd begged to be let attend Redbright. Her father had absolutely forbidden it, and she'd refused to speak to him for just over a week.
Now, she's not certain. She's not sure of a lot these days.
But the kids look happy. The instructors look proud. It feels like they're welcome and wanted.
It's foolish, yes, but it makes Abigail linger just a little longer than most would.
Chess
Chess is something Abigail knows. Her mother played, and it was considered a proper game for a young lady to play, intellectual rather than athletic. It taught the mind patterns and other such things he father said would help her learn summoning better. All Abigail had cared about was that it was a way to pass the time, and she was usually allowed to play it on the back lawn, sitting in the sunshine.
That was better than being cooped up inside, learning her lessons.
So, as she's admiring the style of the large pieces, she smiles a little as she seems someone approaching. "Do you play?" she asks, obviously hopeful, as she stands near the line of black pawns.
Marquee
The event isn't about drinking. Abigail wouldn't be here if it were. Still, society rules indicate that when several other people are drinking, the one who's not is the odd one out. Besides, the pinot noir is delicious, and Abigail is happily enjoying a glass of it as she moves amongst the people. Every step is calculated in a way only someone of society would know. It's all a grand dance, once Abigail has been taught since she was born. Some girls are trained hard to be ballerinas; some are trained just as hard to be socialites.
Abigail is the latter and embraces it. She can laugh with one person, turn, comfort another, turn, share gossip with another, turn. On and on, twisting about. Never lying but never being totally honest. An actress on a stage, a mask for every player. She knows the world, at least in theory, though she isn't as practised as she'd like. Still, she can hold her own.
Her latest 'dance' partner is someone she hasn't met yet, so she takes the first step in however long or short a series they choose to make it. She offers her hand with a soft smile.
"Abigail Widdowson."
Chess
Partially because Heiji was competitive, partially because he didn't really know how; he'd tried throwing games before. But for whatever reason, he could never remember that he was trying to lose, especially during endgame.
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Fine, he'll play a round with this one.
A gloved hand takes her own, and it's an entirely unconscious motion to kiss the back of it. The picturesque textbook maneuver of the old days, but it's purely genuine and honest like no one outside of that era seems to manage.
"Wright." That's all she gets. "Are you enjoying your night, Widdowson?"
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Lecture Theatre
“Run!” he tells her frantically, moving to grab her arm and yank her away into the corridor. Clearly, he’s under the impression that this is like a Hollywood film and security is seconds away from swarming the premise to arrest him. Since she was present at the time of the accident, she could be mistaken as a fellow perpetrator. Or something. Stiles isn’t really thinking straight.
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It was nice to visit the school without fear of being seen for once. With everyone so absorbed in enjoying themselves or finding some way to enjoy themselves, Clara found herself in a unique position of freely move around the school and simply mingle with people. It's certainly a lot calmer than the coffee shop and there were perks to being a ghost at times: Coming and going as you please without worrying it'll offend someone somehow.
She eventually finds herself in the converted classroom, intrigued by what was playing on the screen and she moves closer to it as to get a better look what was the witches were doing. How curious. "I never seen this before. I supposed this is supposed to be something wholesome. No sacrifices or anything like that?"
Even if no one could hear her, it was nice to speak aloud just to hear her own voice. She doesn't do that enough she thinks.
[ DANCE DANCE ; ASSEMBLY HALL ]
The disco is happening in the assembly hall and the DJ has awful taste in music. Who could like this?
"I love this!" Clara says in pure and genuine excitement when they begin to play an awfully cheesy song that happened to be Clara's 'jam' so to speak. It reminded her of the first night she met her husband after all and how they danced the night away.
… No one has ever said that the dead are any wiser and at least Clara, usually a worrywart, is having real fun in the party. As one can judge the spirit's dancing to the music. Another perk to being a ghost? Not everyone can see you doing an attempt of the hustle and the funky chicken.
[ FUSS ; MARQUEE ]
And now she's back in full nanny mode, floating after students to make sure they weren't going to get themselves into trouble after they had one too many drinks of wine and not enough nibbles to help balance the alcohol in their systems. It's in her nature to worry over people and with her granddaughter showing that she'll behave herself for the event, she turns her attentions to those she thinks they'll need it.
It was almost funny to watch a worried looking woman chase after a pair of students or a group of students, asking them to watch themselves as her words most likely fall on deaf ears. If one could see her at all.
Marquee
So it might not be too much of a surprise when someone else appears next to her from nowhere, as easily missed as another ghost. There's a short 'good evening' of acknowledgment, but it can't be someone she knows. Will's generally unkempt appearance and bad attitude are a far cry from the composed person standing next to Clara now-
"Want me to throw 'em out?"
- Okay, no, it's definitely him.
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The speech itself is decent. Interesting information acquired- the Circle Daybreak and Redbright Institute making a move for territory. Nancy, and the witches of Circle Midnight had absolutely no territory of their own, and she didn't mind it. Let others deal with territories so long as she was free to come and go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
That wasn't how life worked, unfortunately, but she was still, as far as these things go, relatively unknown in the supernatural world of London. Only those who wanted any black-market goods or sought out the fae that had raised her really knew her. Or those who wanted a quick bite.
Nancy hovers near the edges of the event, surveying the crowd.
Dance, dance
A few drinks in her, and Nancy is more than happy to make her way to the dance floor. The music was awful, but what did you expect at a thing like this, where you had so many tastes to try to account for? If the result was awful top-of-the-pop, well, she could deal with it.
You can find her, drink still in hand, tearing it up to whatever awful beat is being pumped through the speaker systems. Shoes still on, the petite woman has no real care who or what she dances with, so long as she's having fun. That's what matters, right? Well, maybe keeping Stiles out of trouble, but sometimes you just wanted to dance.
Drink up
Ah, yes, sweet sweet alcohol. Easily one of Nancy's largest vices, she's hardly too far from the bar at any given moment. A small plate of snacks, and a champagne flute in her hand, she's relaxing a bit more now. Everyone seems to be loosening up some, and purse-strings are looser. It'd be stupid to make a huge scene here. But if someone abandons a purse, she won't say no to it.
But until then, she'll be making small talk with those around her, and making sure her cup never empties.
Maybe it's time to return to the dance floor. Or find someplace a little more quiet for a conversation.
Closed to Stiles
"So what do you think?" She approaches her date mid-way through the night, holding a glass and a bottle. The bottle, she extends to him, the glass already has a lipstick stain around the rim. That one would be hers. "Not at all what you were imagining, is it?" Maybe this was an awful idea, bringing him here. But he'd have found a way in sooner, rather than later. And if he came with her, he was much, much safer.
Stiles was an idiot, sure, a young American, wide-eyed and naive. But he'd wormed his way into Nancy's heart early-on, and she was going to make sure he kept himself safe. This world was terrifying, and dangerous.
"And don't worry about the drink, if that's what you're going to do." A pause. "It's just beer." He was still underage, according to England. Nancy, meanwhile, had been drinking since she was a child, and saw no harm in making sure he drank his fill, too. God knew she was already doing so.
Drink up
"You part of the parent-teacher association?" She didn't really look it.
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Dance
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did you tell him (no no no)
The Assembly Hall is full of chatter after the speech has ended and Sasuke's unwilling to leave just yet, digesting what he's just heard. The Institute's influence is something he didn't realize he'd have to consider again so soon, having admittedly little familiarity with their work -- the chief motivator for his attendance tonight. He looks as out of place as he's trying to pretend he doesn't feel, wearing an older suit that looks just a bit too short in the legs and arms, "discreetly" examining fixtures and decorations.
It's only a matter of time before the DJ drops his horrible beats.
[B]
So perhaps the chill-out area isn't the most exciting place to hang out but after securing a drink from the dining hall -- and escaping some truly terrible sounds emitting from the Assembly Hall -- it seems like the logical next step, a place to poke around for information and...
Get distracted watching bizarre footage of chanting barefoot women. "What kind of spell is this?" Are they making a sacrifice? Is it possible to sacrifice plants?
[C]
Yes, the lecture theater is mostly empty. Yes, most of these projects are a little bit dull. Perfect. Still armed with his sweetened coffee (an unfortunate mistake that he's now suffering over but too stubborn to remedy) he watches the projector. When he isn't trying to get into locked desk drawers or back rooms when he thinks no one else is around or watching, that is.
C
"Whatcha lookin' for? Some dirt on the headmaster?"
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It really was quite a speech, powered by Sylvia's sheer presence and control of her words. The crowd reacts accordingly - cheers and applause, deafening and enthused and so very very orchestrated, just like most crowds tend to be. The gray vibrations no one else feels echo with approval, admiration, a few smaller waves of discontent and fear so thoroughly drowned out by the rest it's impossible to tell who felt them.
In a horde of supporters, it's quite easy to overlook the ones that don't, ones that avert gazes and give false smiles. One that gives neither can slip out of the room as easily as air.
- Oh hey, there's pretzel sticks.
Marquee
There are way too many teenagers here this is not okay- At least the Marquee is absent of them and it's easier to cut of conversations as civilly short as possible. The next time Will can be spotted in a spot it's easy to corner him, it's ordering a drink at the bar and trying to appear as invisible as (in)humanly possible. With the subtle appearance changes in a horde of black suits, it's actually pretty easy.
It's only when someone gets too close does he glance over, only a second, then closes his eyes and turns back away. There might actually be annoyance there.
"I'm busy. Bother someone else."
idk choose your own adventure
He's ghosting around everywhere except the chill room and the teenage rave for obvious reasons, so feel free to make up your own thing.
Assembly Hall / Dining Hall
"Eh... they're kinda dry." That was his reaction to the speech, okay. When were they going to break out the booze, though?
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I'm going to assume Heiji can figure out he's fae but not necessarily outcast fae because he's new
works for me o7
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B - because she had to bother him somehow ok
best occasional-housemate
at least she cant raid his fridge
as if there's anything in there
careful or she'll start filling it with stuff she finds to confuse you
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Henry Morgan, naturally, responds to the idea of a black tie affair with a three piece suit. Rather than a tie, however, he has a loose scarf that hangs under the collar of his suit jacket. He listens to Sylvia's speech, offering a calm round of applause where appropriate. It's fascinating, really, to watch her in action. She wears her power well, and Henry makes note of that.
A few times during the night, he reappears as the DJ assaults the ears of everyone present, doing a discreet security sweep to make sure things are staying absolutely family friendly.
Dining Hall)
Immediately after Slyvia's speech, Henry makes his way to the dining hall. He samples everything to drink except the blood cocktails, confident that there's no alcohol in any of them. Then, he gets himself a coffee to enjoy during the night. He allows himself a little time to eat and mingle before he gets back to work.
After all, he's volunteered for security duty tonight.
He'll return more than once for some snacking and to do another sampling of the drinks to make sure they're staying non-alcoholic. After all, whether part of the school or not, he doesn't trust people not to try and supply their own booze.
Lecture Theatre)
It's a generally quiet place for him, and Henry's curious about what to expect from the students here. He's teaching history here, but there will still always be projects. It should be interesting. After all, there's as much for him to learn as there is for him to teach, and he looks forward to it all.
But this is a place for him to sit down for a bit and relax, away from his security obligations.
Marquee)
Where there is alcohol, there's likely to be trouble. Henry knows that as simple fact. So, he spends a good deal of the evening with his coffee out among the guests in the marquee. He flits about, trying to be sociable. After all, it isn't his place to make it obvious he's security. He won't be able to do as good of a job that way. It's better to just be around, chat, refrain from drinking, and keep his eyes open.
lecture theater
The man a few seats down the row from her caught her eye and, after a small sip, she turns to him. "Party getting to be too much for you?"
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Anyone with ears could pick up on the DJ's atrocious taste, and the dead are no exception - and this ghost's trying to take matters into her own hands. Luckily nothing's broken yet, as Aradia's still stuck trying to examine the setup without manifesting, but it's starting to make the DJ uncomfortable. Ghosts tend to make that sort of impression.
A rescue might be appreciated, if leaving him to his fate sounds a bit sketchy.
B: chocolate pain
A casual observer would that the state of one's mortality would be hard to forget. That hypothetical casual observer would be proven wrong when Aradia accidentally falls into the chocolate fountain, forgetting for a moment that she doesn't have a body capable of enjoying chocolate anymore.
Which, equally as accidentally, gets her stuck in the fountain when her focus switches tracks. It's easy to untangle herself, theoretically, but it requires a state of mind she'd struggle to hold onto. And besides, being in the fountain is clearly more comfortable.
Having a shaky grasp on your state of being is bad, kids. Don't do ghosts.
C: wildcard
[ Or anything else, really! Aradia's going to be poking her nose wherever it'll go for the entire evening, so feel free to bump into her. ]
A
The DJ looked at him with a sort of deer-in-headlights expression, because apparently this never happened. Compliments? Appreciation? Not for Mr. Terrible Disco DJ. In fact, he almost forgot about the ominous sense of foreboding he'd been feeling. "Well... thanks, man, I --"
"Say, I got a request," said Heiji, cutting him off completely. "I was wonderin' if you could play somethin' with a bit more... beat?"
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[ B and Aradia no ghosts are good just in moderation ]
my cousin took 1 ghost once and died. don't do ghosts.
1 ghost are the most dangerous ghosts out there
alone they are far more deadly because in ghost swarms they spend more time being silly. /nodnod
and being cute like these two ; ;
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Kenzi needed a touch up and decided the best place to do that would be the converted classroom. The bathroom was just too busy, as always. Not that she could judge at all on that. She'd decided to take a seat in one of the bean bags and fumbled through her purse for her mascara and lip liner before making the few re-adjustments she wanted.
And then she found out why girls wearing six inch heels didn't sit in bean bags. Like, ever. Because she couldn't fucking move.
Kenzi struggled to roll out of the bean bag's black hole like bean bagginess. But it was not working. At all.
After fidgeting and trying to climb out of the hole she had made for herself until she was out of breath, Kenzi finally surrendered her pride (as if she had any left) and shouted for help, flailing all the while.
"I'm stuck! Help!"
Chill out Area v. 2:
Kenzi isn't stupid enough to go around dealing and hooking people up with trinkets and charms in the very school run by the one person who hates her type the most. And the one person who owns the very party she is crashing - well, not technically, she does have an invitation. Just...well, Kenzi doesn't think she would have gotten that invite if anyone knew she was part of Circle Midnight.
Which is something she will try to keep quiet. But you can't make a profit without getting your name out there. Kenzi is, instead of selling merch, handing out business cards.
There was no name, no address. Just a London telephone number and a simple blurb:
Sundries, Spells and Solutions
Kenzi liked alliteration, what could she say?
Assembly Hall:
Kenzi hides her combined alarm and exasperation at Sylvia's announcement - it wasn't expected, but it wasn't surprising either. The woman had power, and she was technically the mother of All witches.
Not everyone liked their mom, though.
As Sylvia finished up, Kenzi parted people around her like a bullet going through butter, cutting straight to the bar Sylvia had just mentioned. This takeover of hers could be bad for business.
Chessboard:
Kenzi might have had a few drinks. Or ten. It's hard to tell. She's Russian and has the tolerance to prove it. Regardless of how drunk she might be, Kenzi has stopped doing business and has found the giant chessboard.
After marveling at the warlock chess in front of her like in Henry Clay and the Wizard's Pebble, Kenzi locked eyes on the person on the other side and smiled like she has some kind of secret. Maybe blackmail, who knows, and, in a very robotic voice said:
"Shall we play a game?"
She watched a lot of 80's movies, so sue her.
Marquee:
After Sylvia Redbright dropped her figurative bomb, Kenzi made a beeline to the bar and sat down on the first empty stool she could find, regardless if it belong to someone before she got there.
"Vodka, straight."
What a night.
Closed for Derek
Kenzi showed up fashionably late, as usual, about fifteen minutes before the address to the party by Sylvia. Before venturing off into the party she turned to speak to her 'plus one'.
"Don't bite anyone's face off if they talk to you, okay? People know we're here together."
"I mean not...together together. That'd be like going on a date with a wall."
Kenzi snorts and rolls her eyes at the idea. Unfortunately for her, the image - while amusing - is ruined as her eye-roll ends in the general direction of Derek's face. Which makes her smile drop instantly as she tries to backpedal as quickly as possible.
"A very....scowly, tall... wall."
She can hear how badly she's trying to take that back.
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For her part, Abby looked at the other girl. "This isn't the place to order shots."
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[Balem had little interest in the Redbright Institute itself. All of this talk of various supernatural beings coming together in peace simply bored him - there was so much more to be done with such power than live quietly among humans.
But what he couldn't stand for was Circle Daybreak and the Night Council and the fact that their definition of peace all too often included attempts to limit where fae may pass through and use their magic. He would not allow himself to be ordered about by species he deemed lesser.
To most he would appear as a relatively normal-looking man dressed in a fine suit, those who could see through fae glamours would see a man in a glittery cloak with way too much jewelry, the make and patterns of which clearly marked him as fae. Either way, he would be scowling all throughout the address and continuing to be in a sour mood afterwards.]
[Marquee]
[It took a great deal of alcohol to get Balem anywhere close to drunk, but he enjoyed the taste of wine. And watching others get drunk gave him some level of entertainment; he'd been known to grant a poorly worded wish or two that ended up backfiring on the poor tipsy wish-maker.]
Assembly Hall
"Some speech. By the way, I don't think we've met -- I'm Heiji."
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The first spot Cooper stops by for the evening is the dining hall. If he doesn't get some blood in his system, he's likely to turn cranky, and that would just spoil the mood of the evening. It's also a great opportunity to scope out the people that have shown up to this shindig. He'll be off to the side, occasionally sipping a blood cocktail, and looking decidedly uncomfortable in his suit and tie.
B: Dancing
Later on that night, he heads for the Assembly Hall and the thumping beats coming from within. The choice of music makes his ears wince. He never even liked disco when it was popular. Alas, beggars can't be choosers. He watches for a short period of time before making up his mind. To hell with dignity. He jumps in. Cooper's not the best dancer in the world, but he'll make up for his lack of grace with an abundance of enthusiasm. Get too close and he will force you to dance with him.
C: Large Marquee
Though he looks a bit too young to be in the area, Cooper's around and about. Though he barely touches food or drink, he's friendly enough, chatting with whoever happens to be nearby. He sighs as he gets another strange look. He sighs, a long-suffering sound that comes from a lifetime of being an eternal teenager. "Yes, I'm over eighteen."
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"You stand out." Not the most personable greeting in the world, admittedly.
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Apollo arrived to work in his red attire after racing hastily waking up from an unexpected nap, rushing to fix up his hair and grab the nearest suit available, and rushing to the Institute on a bike.
So while he loves Miss Sylvia and he sure the speech was fantastic, he's nearly half asleep by the time it's done and he feels slightly bad once it's done, but he claps along with the crowd anyway.
But once he turns, he bumps into someone and his hands immediately go up in surrender.
"Woah, I'm sorry about that."
CHILL-OUT AREA
One drink and one phone out later, Apollo's in one of the chairs scrolling through some documents and mumbling to himself that he will have to get onto some students on Monday. What a way to start the week.
It's not a long night but it feels like it is as he swirls the juice in his cup, but the sudden sound of the DJ being generally awful makes his head turn towards the noise and for his thumb to accidentally flick on a terrible pop song on his own phone. Loudly.
And, of course, Apollo hastily trying to turn it off.
Assembly Hall
You're under arrest, buddy -- for sleeping on the job.
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[ ASSEMBLY! ]
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[Dandy wasn't fond of having blood provided for him. It was no fun. Surely there were a couple of humans in this big city that could be abducted without consequence. But, it was better than nothing, so he still drank.
He might give a quick flash of fangs to any known werewolves - maybe everyone was talking about peace, but he wasn't ready to make peace with them - but was otherwise polite enough, although the suit he wore was extremely dated.]
[Lecture theater]
[Dandy was casually looking at the showcased work, seeming relatively bored by it all. Once in a while he would look up at the screen and sigh with disappointment when it was still playing the same slide show.]
Don't they have any movies here?
[ LECTURE! ]
Unfortunately this is meant to show achievements of the students, not movies. [ Clara looks over him in curiosity, wondering if he could hear her or not. Well, she'll try answering his questions anyway. It's only the polite thing to do. ] Though I'm sure if you ask someone somewhere, they'll give it a shot and put up another movie for some fun.
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Yup. I'll introduce you, so unclench.
[Ah, Kenzi. You have the soul of a poet.
Her gestures have changed to one of encouraging Nancy and her spastic date to come over.]
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lecture theatre, or, MY FAMILY IS ALL DEad. I'm terrible, i'm sorry
wow...samesies...............
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Even Lion needs to take a break from the activities. Although used to this sort of thing in some ways, it takes energy to remain in Successor-mode for too long and so like usual Lion excuses themselves to check on the snacks and how everyone is up here.
Lion can be found dipping things in the chocolate fountain to enjoy or otherwise asking people a simple question.
"Are you enjoying the party?"
[Chessboard]
Now this is rather funny. Lion can't help but think of Aunt Kyrie and Kinzo. They would appreciate this a lot. Of course it would be hard to actually play a game with it but Lion remembers a gameshow once where people played human chess and it looked fun, if difficult.
"I wonder if this is really useable?"
Chill Out Area
He was sort of questioning the wisdom of wearing a suit for this. Maybe he could have caught a show instead.
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chill out area ( hiiiiiiii c: )
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