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Out on the far side of Lake George, just far enough off campus to allow apparating for those that could, was an old, abandoned boathouse. Many, many years ago it had been used by one of the families in the area but over time it fell into disrepair, forgotten by all. Except for the enterprising troublemakers of Dresden Academy, that is.
What had once been an elegant exterior was now covered in vines and graffiti, windows shattered and boarded up against the snows and rain. The upstairs had been a small apartment, presumably for the family to stay overnight on fishing trips. Now it was a gutted series of connected rooms and a dirty (but functional) ensuite that provided an ideal party venue for the kids who wanted freedom and mayhem all in a conveniently sheltered location. The downstairs had been storage for the boats, leading into the lake via a gently sloping ramp. The exterior doors had long since been sealed, and the dark, dank, cobweb-filled cavern of a basement had sat empty ever since-- save for the brave young lovers from every party who would take any opportunity for privacy.
No one was really sure who organized the secret afterparty for Halloweenfest every year. It was almost as much of an institution as Halloweenfest itself, and had been going on for far too long for it to have been planned by any current student. Some speculated that the details were handed down from class to class, but nobody ever seemed to have any exact details. Others held the suspicion that one of the cooler professors must have a hand in it, but no one dared ask lest they blow the cover and find themselves blacklisted from all future events.
On the morning of Halloweenfest, a flock of bats burst forth from the woods acting as messengers, delivering little scrolls with a simple message. You have been chosen. No one knew who sent them, or how the scrolls worked, but without the tiny invitations the boathouse became impossible to find on Halloweenfest Night. Presumably it was the same magic that kept the location cloaked from suspicious teachers, but it made the invites all the more valuable. They could not be traded, or kept for future use. For that one night only, they were the most precious things in the world.
At any rate, by the time the first student arrived at the old abandoned boathouse, little jack-o-lanterns and candles had already been set up all over the top floor, and the tub in the bathroom had been filled with ice awaiting donations of drinks. Someone would bring a laptop to pump music through the building until the battery died or everyone sneaked home, and although nobody ever stayed behind to clean up, the following day the house would be empty and dusty again; as though no one had set foot in it since the year before.
This year promised to be no exception. The decorations were effortlessly spooky, the music impossibly loud, and by midnight the place was already packed.
What had once been an elegant exterior was now covered in vines and graffiti, windows shattered and boarded up against the snows and rain. The upstairs had been a small apartment, presumably for the family to stay overnight on fishing trips. Now it was a gutted series of connected rooms and a dirty (but functional) ensuite that provided an ideal party venue for the kids who wanted freedom and mayhem all in a conveniently sheltered location. The downstairs had been storage for the boats, leading into the lake via a gently sloping ramp. The exterior doors had long since been sealed, and the dark, dank, cobweb-filled cavern of a basement had sat empty ever since-- save for the brave young lovers from every party who would take any opportunity for privacy.
No one was really sure who organized the secret afterparty for Halloweenfest every year. It was almost as much of an institution as Halloweenfest itself, and had been going on for far too long for it to have been planned by any current student. Some speculated that the details were handed down from class to class, but nobody ever seemed to have any exact details. Others held the suspicion that one of the cooler professors must have a hand in it, but no one dared ask lest they blow the cover and find themselves blacklisted from all future events.
On the morning of Halloweenfest, a flock of bats burst forth from the woods acting as messengers, delivering little scrolls with a simple message. You have been chosen. No one knew who sent them, or how the scrolls worked, but without the tiny invitations the boathouse became impossible to find on Halloweenfest Night. Presumably it was the same magic that kept the location cloaked from suspicious teachers, but it made the invites all the more valuable. They could not be traded, or kept for future use. For that one night only, they were the most precious things in the world.
At any rate, by the time the first student arrived at the old abandoned boathouse, little jack-o-lanterns and candles had already been set up all over the top floor, and the tub in the bathroom had been filled with ice awaiting donations of drinks. Someone would bring a laptop to pump music through the building until the battery died or everyone sneaked home, and although nobody ever stayed behind to clean up, the following day the house would be empty and dusty again; as though no one had set foot in it since the year before.
This year promised to be no exception. The decorations were effortlessly spooky, the music impossibly loud, and by midnight the place was already packed.
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Adelaide/Luka
Addy/Bernadine
Addy/Bernadine
Addy/Bernadine
Addy/Bernadine
Veronica/Open
Then of course she was over the moon when Braden asked her to the secret after party at the boathouse. This was the stuff of legends and Veronica had been dying to get an invite from her very first year.
Then of course, Braden found the buffet and sort of ditched her to go mingle with a bowl of snacks as his +1. Veronica decided she didn't care that much. At least she was here. She was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Veronica/Cinna
"Cool outfit! You're like totally..." The correct word escaped her. "You should like tell people's fortunes!"
Veronica/Cinna
Veronica giggled and took the drink reluctantly. It smelled... Sickly sweet. That was the best way to describe it. It tasted worse, strong enough to melt her teeth with the sugar and alcohol content. She spluttered a bit when she sipped it. "What is this?"
Veronica/Cinna
She couldn't really answer Veronica's question about the drink, because she didn't know exactly what was in the concoction, and she wasn't sure that anyone else did either. Things just tended to get added to it. She sniffed the cup. "Well, there's definitely lemonade. And probably some raspberry kool-aid." She took a sip and winced. "And Everclear and probably other shit too." Possibly some jet fuel, but she wasn't going to say that out loud. "There are bottles in the bathtub if you want to make your own! But I don't know who's put their mouth on them."
Maddy/Open
It was tradition for the theatre kids to wander in late anyway. They always made an entrance, brought the second wave of booze, and a fresh playlist on a fully charged mp3 player.
She managed to get there, dressed as Marie Antoinette, a costume she'd been working on for months, hand sewing the gown herself.
Making her way over to the refreshments table she poured herself a generous drink and made her way around the crowd, mingling with anyone who stopped to comment on her fabulous hair or those that accidentally bumped into her hip panniers.
Bernadine/Cinna
Double negatives aside, Bernadine thought she'd give it a try. Being Abernathy had allowed her to be more social than she might have before. She decided she liked having friends, even if it was a half truth here. The other bonus was that Abernathy usually dressed like a girl on Halloween. This afforded her the chance to wear a skirt and high heeled boots as part of her cowgirl get up. And she was sure Hawthorne would get a kick out of the lasso.
She used the invitation to find her way down to the boathouse when the Halloweenfest on campus started to die down. She'd already been tricked into drinking god only knew what when Cinna shoved a flask in her hand and then Thorn kept cheering her on and goading her into drinking more shots of the even worse tasting liquor he had in his own flask. She'd have to ask Abby later if she always got this tanked on Halloween.
Bernadine certainly didn't have her sister's tolerance for alcohol and ended up leaning against a wall to keep from swaying around the floor.
Bernadine/Cinna
This was entirely untrue of course, as Bernadine had not only been keeping up with Cinna and Thorn, but possibly even outdrinking them as they shoved more and more drinks at her. "Your eyes are like swimming. You know what you need! Some juice!" Unfortunately, possibly all the juice in the boathouse was probably already contaminated with some form of alcohol. "Or some cheez-its, I swear on my life I saw some around somewhere. BRADEN! WHERE ARE THE CHEEZ-ITS?"
Bernadine/Cinna
Bernadine/Cinna