Dresden Academy

Winter Social - Friday, December 9th (open to all)

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12/4/11 02:28 am

The events committee pulled off a rather impressive decorating scheme given their limited budget this year. Old silver and blue candles lit every alcove, sparkled above students heads as the floated around the ceiling. A spell created snow that fell among the candles and dissipated just as it reached the shoulders of the students partying below.

Recycled ribbons and streamers in a wintery palette draped on the walls, off the back of chairs and the small stage that graced the far end of the ballroom. Tables were draped with cloths in various shades of icy blue, some silver, some pristine white (at least until the students managed to spill their beverages).

Music hummed in the corner as a local cover band warmed up their instruments. The usual spot for photographs was set up just inside the doors. Professors wandered around the periphery, making sure the students were on their best behavior, though as these things usually ended up, the students were a lot better at misbehaving than their professors were at stopping them.

Tags: !eventastic, adelaide legaux, arnaud powell, bernadine ford, carly travers, cinna thompson, faculty, hawthorne nikitin, kazamir de kooning, luka nikitin, riley bloodfeather, steven suzuki, veronica cantrell

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• runningamok

  12/5/11 09:59 am (UTC)

  

  Arnaud laughed, because only Riley could insult him so cleverly and then make it entirely okay by insulting him again. "I see you really went for broke with the formal finery."

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  • loudandclose

    12/5/11 10:16 am (UTC)

    

    "This is my vintage Cats of Andalusia '95 tour shirt, bro." He opened up the front of his hoodie to display the rest of the print. "Doesn't get much more dressed up than this."

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    • runningamok

      12/6/11 07:45 am (UTC)

      

      "It's a classic," he said, though he'd never heard the Cats of Andalusia and he wasn't even sure Riley was alive for the '95 tour. "Just watch out for the fashionista hit squad. Cinna's given orders to shoot on sight."

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        12/6/11 08:19 am (UTC)

        

        Riley made a gagging noise. "I'm fashion policing HER. She's way overdressed and a thousand chinese beggars probably died sewing that thing." He pulled a face. "She'd be a perfect fascist if she could just find some jackboots with heels."

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        • runningamok

          12/6/11 08:33 am (UTC)

          

          "She's perfectly harmless," Arnaud admonished, but he rolled his eyes because Cinna did get carried away at school functions. She took her events committee position way too seriously.
          
          "You could always try to impeach her," he suggested idly. "Rumor has it Cinna's got a sex scandal going on. Though, admittedly, Hawthorne Nikitin almost can't help being a sex scandal."

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            12/6/11 08:59 am (UTC)

            

            "Yeah, but I heard there was more than two parties. Technically that makes it events committee business." Then he scowled. How did he know so much about Cinna Thompson's sex life? Gross. "Ugh. Cleanse my brain. Seriously. Anything will do."

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            • runningamok

              12/6/11 09:08 am (UTC)

              

              Arnaud shrugged. "No idea. The way rumors fly around here, I'm willing to doubt it." That and Abernathy Ford didn't seem the type, especially considering how she and Thorn broke up. "Wait... Was that a pun? Two parties? Events committee?" Arnaud bumped Riley's shoulder in amusement, hands shoved in his pockets and back leaned against the edge of a table.

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                12/6/11 09:40 am (UTC)

                

                He half-bowed in recognition of his own cleverness. "I know, I know. Underrated genius. Someone's gotta class this place up. So... you seen Maddy about, eh?" She would be wearing something amazing.

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                • runningamok

                  12/6/11 10:32 am (UTC)

                  

                  Arnaud wasn't going to say anything about how very interesting it was that Riley was asking after Maddy. He didn't know what transpired over the summer (beyond jokes about showing him her undergarments), but they seemed to be spending a lot of time together lately.
                  
                  "She decided to go early regency for this formal. I imagine she was having a hell of time getting her hair to obey her." He offered his services, but Maddy had a habit of doing it all by herself unless it was something like a replication Marie Antoinette hair boat.
                  
                  He spotted her mingling with the theatre crowd, a weird little bunch that had their own social code to follow. "She's with the drama squad," he said, pointing her out.

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                    12/6/11 10:47 am (UTC)

                    

                    Riley wasn't going to try and penetrate the close-knit group of theatre dorks. They were like sharks. Loud, histrionic sharks. He peered over his shoulder to where Arnaud indicated. "She's going to get punch or worse all over that thing." Especially if the gagging noises he could hear over by the tables were spreading as fast as they sounded. Hell, just hearing it made his throat rise a little.
                    
                    "Jesus fuck, someone take the barfer outside!"

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                    • runningamok

                      12/6/11 10:52 am (UTC)

                      

                      Arnaud had no idea what was going on, but he could physically see one kid bent over a garbage can and a few others around him that were laughing hard enough between their gags it was almost assured one of them would vomit before long.
                      
                      "What in the holy hell?" He couldn't even finish as a girl to his right started gagging in response to everything else. "Oh hell no. You are not puking on this boots. Outside!" he commanded and pointed with his wand toward the door. "Did someone curse the punch?"

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                        12/14/11 05:26 am (UTC)

                        

                        "Dude. Don't look at me; I haven't even been near the kool-aid." He gagged a little at the approaching sounds and smells. "Oh fuck me, bro. I can't with this." He hadn't realized he was so weak-stomached. If Phoenix could show him those PETA videos without reaction, how was this getting him about to ralph all over Arnaud's suit? He turned a little green, and shoved past the other boy on his way to the sidelines.

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