Emma Frost (
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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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[...UH...]
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Any other bids?
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Y-Yeah! A-Anyone??
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[He's just going to sit back with his pipe and wait.]
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Worry not, young lady.
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Worryin'? Who's worryin'?
[Definitely not her, nope.]
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You do look a bit worried, my dear. Afraid he's going to slip through your fingers? [Yuui. It's not nice to tease your students.] Two hundred.
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[But then she quickly rationalized:]
I ain't afraid of losin'. Here, let me show you: you can have him.
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Ah, my mistake.
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[Now that she's been outbid, she can be a bit calmer.]
Still, two hundred is a pretty good bid, I'd say.
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[He is relieved on her behalf; poor thing looked so nervous. And it meant he didn't have to write into the wee hours... okay he may still do that just because.]
Two hundred dollars
On a creature of the night
You may now relax
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Yeah, sure.
But I wasn't that worried.
[With how confused she is, that might actually be mistaken for a truth!]
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