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 ]]

Comments

[friendofdorothy]

Och, what a bonny lad. I'll put twenty five down ta knock shillelaghs with him.

[Liir, no.]

[now_i_know]

[Labrys frowned. Why did this guy not get very much money? The other dates had many times more then that.]

A hundred!

[So, at least he could get into triple-digits. That's fair, right?]

[the_prodigal_son]

[Well he's stunned silent.

And slowly turning red.

Dat enthusiasm.]

[now_i_know]

[And for her part, she just stands back, looking around and wondering why nobody else is bidding.]

[I mean, he seems alright, yeah?]

[Weirdos.]

[the_prodigal_son]

You're an ass.

[Jack is... distinctly uncomfortable. And angry.]

[friendofdorothy]

You're a cheeky brasser, aren't ya, lad?

[Liir gets the distinct impression that Jack is about to punch him, but it's too late to back out now.]

[the_prodigal_son]

Fuck. Off.

[Unfortunately for Liir, Jack still runs around everywhere with a monkey wrench in his hand. And now that wrench is aimed at his face.]

[diamonds_forever]

"That's enough!"

[The voice is loud, and inside both boys heads, putting out enough psychic force to stun them both.]

"Both of you, go cool your heads. We'll be talking to Principal Munroe after this. Liir, you should be ashamed of yourself."

[friendofdorothy]

[Liir sees a pipe swinging at him and has to roll backwards, out of his seat to avoid having his face caved in, jarring his neck and shoulder in the process. He comes up just as Emma punches him in the brain. There are many things of which he's ashamed but this, he thinks, will not weigh too heavily on his conscience.]