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undergrounds2015-05-23 12:00 am
undergroundmods) wrote in undergrounds2015-05-23 12:00 am
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 The lights are off, the desks and chairs have been replaced by beanbags and there's a table in the corner with a chocolate fountain, marshmallows and strawberries.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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Clara and her puns. If there's one thing that the undead status of hers never dampened it was that.
Only when he makes the suggestion of his does she give him a mild look: A worried frown accompanied with a quizzical tilt to the head. Eyebrows shot up so high that they almost disappear into her hairline. Which is impressive considering how high it is.
"The way you say 'sic makes me a bit nervous," she confesses to him, "Makes me think of someone hiding in the bushes and everything when she passes by. It also sounds like you may or may not have had experience with having them sicced on."
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Puns.
She'll know she hit it perfectly because there's some choked scoff of a laugh at the same time he buries his face in one hand. Why puns. Puns are terrible. And he's terrible for laughing at them. Dammit Clara.
"Yeah, it's perfect then." Clara can leave her granddaughter disapproving pun notes and Magra can sprint her way away from every single problem that pops in front of her. Everyone wins. The second part at least earns a pause, immediately considering her suggestion. ...He can picture it. Far too well. The assumption is left uncorrected.
"How to put it... Lion got me to apologize."
With how much of an unrepentant jerk he is, this alone should speak volumes.
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That gets an actual gasp from Clara. A theatrical and shocked and actual gasp because she looks out a window they're passing by to make sure there's no pigs flying by because something that should not happened actually happened. Amazing.
"Goodness!" That's an understatement, she likes to think. When she's able to calm her surprised flustered state, she thinks about it more thoroughly. And to be honest, "... Doesn't sound too awful, now that I think about it. It'll be good if someone kept Magra levelled."
There's a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she adds, "And if Lion can do that for you of all people than maybe there's hope for Magra yet."