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[feltnothing]

Characters: Any students still at the institute looking to contribute to the distraction and/or any fuddy duddies looking to kill their fun and achieve order.
Location: The dance floor cafeteria.
Time: Rave time.
Content: Rave.
Format: Rave format.
Warnings: Raving.

Comments

THE THINGS YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME DO

[knowyourfears]

[WELL THIS IS CERTAINLY NOT WHAT ONE EXPECTS TO FIND IN THE CAFETERIA UPON THEIR JOURNEY FOR COFFEE.

Kind of half dazed because there is a rave in the cafeteria, so he's just pulling out his headphones and staring.

... Should've gone to Starbucks.]

[feltnothing]

[Stops dancing when he sees Terry and excitedly waves his hand. But also kind of nervous because STAFF MEMBER AAAH MUST FIND A WAY TO KEEP HIM FROM GETTING THEM ALL IN TROUBLE.]

Terry!

[Hastily walks over.]

[knowyourfears]

[does not get enough sleep for this aaaah]

Hey, Maxxie. [looking around] Do you have permiss...

... You know what? I don't think I'm going to ask.

[feltnothing]

[Takes Terry's arm loosely and attempts to guide him away from the door.]

You should stay and dance. Well, you don't have to dance, but it's fun.

[noimgeorge]

[ To join the party, or to set off fireworks? Decisions, decisions... ]

[ Well, no one ever said we couldn't do both. Time to make an explosive entrance! Fred sets off some fireworks (engineered to be crowd-safe, thank you, George), and teleports his way right into the middle of the party, dressed in bright magenta. You wanted a distraction? You got it. ]

[feltnothing]

[Not much to say here except.]

Whoa.

[love_hurricane]

[Applause.]

Nice.

[noimgeorge]

[ pleased grin and nod your way ]

[hugling]

[so Teddy's just dragged himself to the Institute from Manhattan]

[it took a while and he's missed the whole rescue party departure thing by now]

[he was pretty much expecting that but]

[... he was not expecting this]

[just sort of ... regards the cafeteria with tired bewilderment......... ... ...... . . ....... .... .......]

[feltnothing]

[WHY HALLO THAR]

Hey! Welcome to the party!

[hugling]

[hhhuuuhh ...]

... Yeah ... [just looks kind of confused, as if he's trying to work out how to tactfully state his incomprehension, before settling exhaustedly on:] ... Why is there a party?

[feltnothing]

Uh...

[He kinda looks around.]

I don't know really. Some guy said we needed a distraction, and Chris and me thought it would be a good idea to start this.