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The Valentine's Date Auction [OPEN]
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.

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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Seven thousand.
[Continue sipping beer.]
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A rather bold play, don't you think?
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[He raises his hand.]
Eight thousand.
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Ten.
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[Tomas just says calm and offers a smile.]
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Oh. OH.]
A gentleman knows when he's defeated.
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Also, she smelled like stale fry oil and hamburgers.
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While I know it ain't your money, it's the trust, shouldn't you all be a bit more responsible with Eli's time, bub? [One of her clones.]
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She smiled even more brightly. "Eli spends all her time crying and wishing she had friends. Teachers can be friends right? All the guys scare her. So I'm going to buy her friends. Then she'll be happy!"
She considered. "Well, maybe I'll buy her a date too, if he will be good and make her smile. How much should I bid to win this?" she asked him.
Yes. She asked the person she would have to out bid how much she should spend...
Eli's clones were getting more willful, they weren't getting that much brighter.
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"TWENTY!" she called out cheerfully.
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"But you were being nice," she protested.
There were reasons the clones were starting to get her into trouble.