The Valentine's Date Auction [OPEN]

[diamonds_forever]

WHO: Eveyone who signed up + the school in general
WHAT: this thing
WHERE: Right here, in the Institute
WHEN: Saturday evening, the 14th
WARNING(S): Given the nature of the event, I almost expect it, but remember the rules regarding that kind of thing. Take it off the log if it goes there.

⊗Never let it be said that Emma didn't know her stuff. Not content with the paltry and tired and cliche decorations Kurt and subjected the students to at previous events, she had completely taken over, using a combination of her wealth and mutant powers to create a sort of bohemian love palace for the students. Dance floor, tables, the finest foods. This was not a party the likes of which they had seen before... unless they were part of the older crowd, and had witnessed Emma at work before.

Was she good or was she good? On the stage, Emma stood proudly, taking each of the auctionable singles to the stage, one by one, and selling off just a fraction of their free time to the highest bidder. And the fact that it was all for charity left the whole situation comfortably guilt and obligation free.

Of course, as the host, she was more focused on the party and its guests as a whole than any particular individuals... Attempts at sneaking off probably would go unremarked upon. Probably.

[[ OOC: Each auction will receive its own top level, as well as a top level for general mingling. PLEASE CONSULT THE PLOTTING POST BEFORE BIDDING ]]

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[stillinthedark]

That wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but it did make him feel a bit better. The covering retracted and Eddie's hand was back to normal. "Heh, thanks. I usually just make shapes and clothes. And it's serving me well right now." He pointed to his coat.

[defibrillating]

"You made that with your powers? That is amazing," Zian says, glancing at the coat. "Looks like a really handy power." Accidental pun, right there.

The metal dreads clatter a bit as he moves slightly, trying to not break the pretty little chairs and sit comfortably at the same time. "So what grade will you be in?"

[stillinthedark]

"It took a while, but it was worth the effort. Covers me up and it was cheaper than buying a coat."

The chairs definitely weren't made for comfort as Eddie couldn't even slouch in them. "They're picking up where I left off, so I'm in the 11th grade."

[defibrillating]

"Does it stay like that or does it disappear or something when you sleep?" Curious and happy that the younger man seemed comfortable talking about it, Zian imagined what kind of things you could make with a power like that... like some super cool hero costumes appearing out of thin air!

"Oh, really? I hope that works out well for you. The teachers here can seem scary at times, but they all care about the students."

[stillinthedark]

"I just keep it under my regular clothes when I don't need it. Kind of like a shadow that doesn't go away." Eddie shrugged. "That's how people described it, anyway."

"I guess. So far people have been cool." There's still that worry in the back of his mind that he's going to screw it up.

thanks for putting all my tags in the trash, gmail =/

[defibrillating]

"It is a really cool power. I'm sure that the more experienced you get, you can do some pretty sweet things with it." Like super hero outfits, even! He's not gonna say that, though. No need to lay on the geek too thickly.

As for the people having been nice so far, he wasn't surprised. Aside from one or two grumps, the school was full of people who just wanted to study and make friends. "That's great. If you need anything, though, the nurse's office is easy to find."

/shakes fist at gmail

[stillinthedark]

As far as he was concerned, he kind of didn't want to find out what else he could do. He'd done enough. But he nodded and put on a more confident air. "I'll try."

At least the nurse was nice enough to offer his help if need be. "Thanks. I may have to take you up on that offer."

[defibrillating]

Zian could probably understand that if he knew, but so far the kid seemed positive about his powers, and the medic liked to push that a little extra to make people feel good.

Either way, he turns to watch the stage for a moment before turning back. "Gonna bid on anyone?"

[stillinthedark]

"I barely know what the hell's going on," Eddie let out an amused snort. "And I only met like five people outside a few faculty members. But hey, I just might."

[defibrillating]

"It's for charity! People can bid on the people on stage for a bit of their time, like a date or a friendly meeting. Like on those TV shows." Zian shrugs slightly. "...and students gets help from Ms. Frost's money to bid."

[stillinthedark]

"Huh... guess I can give it a shot." Eddie shrugged back. "Still don't know who these people are, but like you said, charity, right?"

[defibrillating]

"You should. It could be a nice way to get to know people, plus it helps our people in District X." Anything to help the freezing masses in that dump. He'd seen far too much already during his medical checkup visits.

[stillinthedark]

District X? "Uh, what's District X?" Eddie had heard it mentioned here and there but hadn't had the chance to ask yet.

[defibrillating]

"Oh crap, sorry. I forget that some people are new to this place. District X is kind of the mutant town... or more like the ghetto. It's in Manhattan." He pauses and runs a hand through the metal dreads. "It's a really overcrowded and poor place, but mutants flock to it to be with their own kind."

[stillinthedark]

Eddie nodded. "It's cool. We don't really have a place like that where I'm from. Mutants are just sort of in the poorer spots of town. There's no one neighborhood."

[defibrillating]

"Seems that's always the case." Zian replies at that with a small sigh. "Especially if you look different."

[stillinthedark]

"Yeah..." Eddie adjusted his sunglasses. "I guess you're speaking from experience?" Wow, that sounded kind of cold. Then he added something, "I mean, going by your voice and stuff."

[defibrillating]

He snorts at that, but it's quite good-natured. "Yeah, I'm a huge purple alien-looking guy with pointy ears and fake hair that can't speak, so I have a robot translator that my technopath dad made for me. Noooot the easiest guy to hide in a crowd."

At least he's honest.

[stillinthedark]

Eddie's speechless for a moment as he tried to wrap that around his head. And then... "Shit. Makes my stupid shadow not seem as bad. Sorry, man. But if it helps, it sounds kind of cool."

[defibrillating]

"It's totally cool and totally annoying. At least I can reach the top of the cabinets in the kitchen." So he might be a little bitter, but still.

[stillinthedark]

That brought a little smile to Eddie's face. "Gotta love being tall to go with everything else, huh?"

[defibrillating]

"Yup! Aside from when you hit your head on shit like - oops, sorry, crap - like ceiling lights and door frames." He makes that strange breathing sound again that might be a laugh.

[stillinthedark]

"Eh you can curse all you want around me. I'm not easily offended." Eddie had a history of cursing in his house in two different languages and at least one dialect.

[defibrillating]

"Eh, figured I should be at least a little professional." Zian just watched way too much TV.

[stillinthedark]

"For what it's worth, you can be as casual as you want around me," Eddie assured him as he sat up. "I probably should give this bidding thing a shot. Thanks for keepin' me company, man."