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xavier_institute_logs2015-02-14 06:25 pm
diamonds_forever) wrote in xavier_institute_logs2015-02-14 06:25 pm
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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"Lon-ly?" she asked, trying out the unfamiliar word. "By myself?" she thought she know those words, but since she clearly wasn't alone - there were trees all around her, except for where there was building - the small girl was very confused. She was also younger than she looked. She peered own from the branch owlishly as she pried a few small berries from her pouch. She looked at them. She was running low, and there were fewer edible winter berries here. It was sad.
All the same, she still reached to hand him one. The distance was a bit too great so she made a swooshing noise and the branch slowly bent, gently, carefully, to put her closer to the window.