The Midsummer's Festival!

[tartan_pussy]

Posters appear magically all over the school that say:

Midsummer's Festival

When: Tonight!
Where: By the lake
What: A party celebrating the summer solstice.

There will be food, drink and a bonfire! All students are invited.

((OOC: All RPing for the festival should take place in this post.))Down by the lake, there is a large, magical bonfire

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[traitorormartyr]

Curious, Archie went to the party. He never really got the chance to attend a big celebration before; most of his time was at sea, where supplies and time were limited.

He began nibbling on some cheese, hoping to see a familiar face.

[the_mr_universe]

Mr. Universe walked down from the castle to the party. He made his way over to the food tables and grabbed some bread to nibble on and a glass of coke and rum (mostly coke). He carried his meal over to the fire and sat down.

[the_mr_universe]

Mr. Universe looked around, and spotted the large pile of dirt. He asked, "so, anyone know whats the point of that?" as he gestured toward it with the hand he was holding his drink in.

[doctorkilljoy]

"Some silly superstition," Killjoy said, yawning for effect. "I believe you're meant to throw some in the fire for luck, or some such nonsense."

[the_mr_universe]

He answered without looking over at who he was talking to. "Hmm... don't knock superstition, if it ties in with magic here, it could be important; or at least true." He walked over to the dirt pile, took a handful and tossed it into the fire. "Might as well, it can't hurt anything;" he said to himself quietly as he walked back to his food and drink.

[daxtastic]

Strictly speaking, Dax was not attending the party in any sort of official capacity. She had been working a great deal, and it really would be a good idea to take a night off. She'd even bothered to get a decidedly relaxed outfit for the occasion.

...Though, if anyone were to ask about the astronomical and or/astrocultural implications of the solstice, she certainly wouldn't deny them! Perhaps a discussion of ancient Druid ceremonies repackaged as the nativity of John the Baptist? Anyone? Anyone?

Ah, well. At least she looked nice! She went to the food table, singing the more notable coordinates of the sun’s latitudinal progression under her breath. What? It was a lovely melody!

[office_michael]

"Wa wa WEE wa!" Michael ambled up to Dax, eyeing her dress appreciatively as Guano, who was cradled in the crook of one arm, bleated and then let out a loud snort. "You look HOT!"

Wait, crap. Dax was a co-worker. Quickly, he added, "And that is NOT sexual harassment, because it's the truth, and the truth is neither sexual nor harassing."

The fact that Dax was a tranny had temporarily escaped Michael's mind. Or that he was "gay" and engaged. To Tinky Winky.

[daxtastic]

"Thank you, Michael. That's very sweet." It was! ...In a manner of speaking. Honestly, he meant well. "You look nice, too."

Holy Symbioses Commission! The thing that Michael was carrying...there were no words. Dax instinctively reached for a tricorder, before remembering that said scanner was broken, and that her dress didn't have pockets anyway. "That's quite an animal you've got."

Really, she was just guessing as to Guano's animal nature. He very well could have been an oversized piece of mold.

[office_michael]

"Shank you very much!" he replied with a wide grin. Man, that was an oldie, but definitely a goodie. He'd have to do that and "Exsqueeze me" more often.

"Oh, Guano? He's the best dog ever." He shifted Guano with a slight bounce, and the ugly little dog let out another snort from one end and a little "poot" from the other. "Oh, GOD, Guano, GROSS!" A large dose of fear was evident in his eyes as he looked over at Dax. "Unless Dwight's here with his gas gear, you might want to plug your nose. His farts are lethal!"

Oh, yes. Code Brown Mist! It was beginning to downright reek in the vicinity of Michael and Dax.

[lalalabia]

"Oooh! A par-tay! Foxxy Love is always down for a par-tay.!" She doesn't bother changing into new clothes, just her usual get up, pointy nipples and all.

Oh, and she's shaking her tambourine.

[ka_click]

And there he is, Mister Big himself, lounging back on his miniature flying carpet, leaning against the camera. He's got a cigar in one hand, and a martini in the other, so you know he's gotta be happy. He peers over the top of his sunglasses at the party, then taps the front edge of the carpet.

A small banner unfurls, reading simply "Mister Bun-bun."

Let's see who shows up.

[2bking]

Simba spotted that evil bunny from his sorting. Now that Simba was much bigger than him, he thought he'd show him what was up.

"Hey, Bunbun," he greeted with a smirk. "Sorry, I almost missed ya down there. Could have stepped on you."

[ka_click]

The rabbit calmly floats his miniturized flying carpet up to eye level. Damn, this thing is awesome. "What's that blondy?"

[2bking]

Simba's smile dropped as Bunbun floated. That kind of took away some of the awesomeness of being human -- he'd been tall. Now he realized that maybe he was actually more intimidating as a lion -- lions had sharp teeth and claws. Humans had... Shiny hair?

He glared at Bunbun. "I bet you don't recognize me."