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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He began nibbling on some cheese, hoping to see a familiar face.
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...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!
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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Oh, and she's shaking her tambourine.
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A small banner unfurls, reading simply "Mister Bun-bun."
Let's see who shows up.
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"Hey, Bunbun," he greeted with a smirk. "Sorry, I almost missed ya down there. Could have stepped on you."
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He glared at Bunbun. "I bet you don't recognize me."
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