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Rplog-icon Who: Anna Marie, Richenda Gray, Billy Batson, Quentin Quire, Rachel Summers
Where: Xavier's Gymnasium
When: OOC: Jan 12 2016 IC: Dec 19 2015
Tone: Social
What: Xavier's School has a School Dance

Like last year, Logan had set up a slew of decorations. Outside, on this very warm winter, was a cavalcade of lights, a few of those inflatable decorations were outside swaying about, the only thing he needed was some music and colored spotlights, maybe someone outside dressed as Santa for Safekeeping. However, there was even a good selection of blue and white lights with a star of David ornament along with the traditional minora.

Inside their gym was a plethora of different white cutouts that included trees, buildings that looked like they were encased in snow or ice, there was even a white cloth set out on the dance floor. When people began to enter the dance the lights were a light blue to go with a frozen motif. Slow music played as there was a DJ booth set up toward the back with wiring going to various speakers.

Logan was already there in a white tuxedo top, a black bowtie, red carnation and black slacks. The man was going completely James Bond, or fancy waiter, depending on one's perspective.

Throughout the month he had set up a variety of flyers around the school telling students to come at 7:30, at night on December 19th. Now, it was up to them to show up with their dates if they choose to. Logan just tried to get events like this going on so students didn't feel like they were so isolated from a normal high school experience. Hopefully, this would have done so.

Quentin Quire shows up dressed rather spectacularly, in a shimmering, purple metallic jacket, skinny jeans, button down and a dazzling purple with pink polka dots bowtie. His hair is freshly shaved on the sides, the remaining length dyed a bright plum, complimenting the frames on his glasses. A shiny button on his lapel says "TUMBLR FAMOUS".

He makes his way by Logan, giving the burly teacher a wink, "Man, the valets are hairy this year, "he says with a bemused tone, skipping along in. He doesn't have a date in part because he's a caustic nerd and in part because of the very large rant against monogamy and the capitalist overlords incentivizing mated pairing in order to create a permanent workforce. That and Pixie wasn't sure she was up for it, but maybe she'll show up late. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Freaks and Geeks, Winter is Coming! And, Xenu willing, by the end of this night, so, too, shall I!"

Inside their gym was a plethora of different white cutouts that included trees, buildings that looked like they were encased in snow or ice, there was even a white cloth set out on the dance floor. When people began to enter the dance the lights were a light blue to go with a frozen motif. Slow music played as there was a DJ booth set up toward the back with wiring going to various speakers.

Logan was already there in a white tuxedo top, a black bowtie, red carnation and black slacks. The man was going completely James Bond, or fancy waiter, depending on one's perspective.

Throughout the month he had set up a variety of flyers around the school telling students to come at 7:30, at night on December 19th. Now, it was up to them to show up with their dates if they choose to. Logan just tried to get events like this going on so students didn't feel like they were so isolated from a normal high school experience. Hopefully, this would have done so.'

Rogue is near one of the corners of the room stnading near a table where she'd sat down a few drinks for herself. Non-alcohol of course... (or so she'd tell anyone who asked). She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves that wasn't at all revealing and just seemed rather wholesome, overtop of it she had a loose dark green sweater infact that just hung about her form baggy-like while the black skirt of the dress went down to hide her feet near the floor and was designed to look torn/ragged around the bottom of the skirt. She just stood there listening to the music and sipping one of her drinks while watching.

Rachel Summers Comes in wearing a Red pencil dress that hugs her body with a small black belt around the waist to give her more of a figure.. she's wearing little black heels as she looks about her hair done up nice for tonight.. she might as well try it last time she went somewhere fancy she was a little girl .

Billy walks in later, wearing a suit that looks like a hand-me-down from his father, considering how retro the style is. It's been obviously altered to fit his slight frame and he looks slightly uncomfortable wearing it, continually adjusting a tie that he spent nearly an hour in front of a mirror trying to tie a perfect knot. He is also having gone stag, his attempts at romance having failed spectacularily at one point or another.

Logan felt blinded and deafened by Quinten's suit. Then he tried to just ignore the loud attire. A nod was given toward Rogue, "Nice I ain't the only teacher here," he said softly then watched others start to come in. It was good to actually be together, not fight sentinels. Even if he didn't get the various songs playing on the pseakers, it was music people could have danced too. He was just clueless on who Adele was. A nod went to Billy though, pure respect for a suit of that kind of make and style. Something about it comforted the chaperone.

Quentin Quire gives a rather lawless whistle in Rachel's direction, "Blood on the snow! Nice dress," he says, grabbing a seat and propping himself back in it, the front legs off the ground as he slouches backward, his TK holding the chair aloft despite the dictates of gravity. He draws a slim smartphone out of his pocket, snapping a few pictures. Once he's done with his basic selfie requirement, he moves on to the rest of the dance.

He pauses when he comes to Billy, tapping the screen to zoom in, "OMG, I think someone's Quantum Leaping us guys. Some old man has taken over Billy's body. Quick, someone have a life changing experience so he can get his body back. Damn you, Bakula, damn you to hell!"

Rogue looked over at Logan when he approached and she gave him a soft smile and a single nod. "I had plans tonight, but my date cancelled... so, no biggie. I like comin' t'these things too, seein' the youngins happy." She grinned softly toward him and took another sip from the dark green glass bottle she was holding. "Looks like ya outdone yaself again, Mistah." She said, noting the decorations. "Its really nice."

Rachel Summers Lifts an eyebrow at quentin " Leave Billy alone " she says in his direction complete with finger point and warning stance before she walks over to billy and gives him a kiss on the cheek " You look good billy even though she's never seen an outfit like his.. then again she's never seen an outfit like quentins so their equal in her eyes .

Billy blinks and raises an eyebrow, "Gosh Quentin... what are you talking about?" It seems he has no clue about anything further ahead on television than reruns of Leave It To Beaver, I Love Lucy and The Brady Bunch. He then smiles at Rachel, "Gee, thanks Rach! You look really good too! Like one of those classy dames from the movies, an Audrey Hepburn or Judy Garland..." Yes, Billy is THAT retro.

Richenda could honestly take or leave the 'normal hich school experience', having suffered through enough of it in her eight-and-ten years. But the flyers didn't read like there was a lot of choice in the matter, so here she is. At least she did take pains with her appearance: freshly conditioned hair in as much of a ponytail as her natural waves will allow, just a touch of makeup, and a dark red and black sweater dress in a vivid stripe pattern. She pauses in the doorway to adjust a strappy black heel, being far more concerned with comfort than style. As usual. If she's late, she's late. She's here, right?

Logan gets a smile as she arrives properly inside. "Hi, Logan! Nice decor," she says, meaning it. In the dim light, the arrangements don't look cheesy, and there's always the possibility of a light show, considering a few of the potential guests. Billy's attempt at dressing up gets a smile, though there might be a touch of pain in it that has nothing to do with the dated suit. She waves to him anyway. Might as well be nice. Same with Rachel.

And then there's that jacket that seems to be going about by itself... until her eyes adjust, anyway, and she realizes there are other clothes with it. And a face. And a lot of yelling in a too-familiar voice. She'd facepalm if it wouldn't spoil her makeup. "If ever there was an excuse to play the wallflower..."

"I try darlin'. I try to help out the kids, darlin'," Logan said and gave Rogue a nod. "Yer lookin' pretty good tonight dalrin, were I not a married man I'd try n' take ya." His blue eyes shot to the redhead in the red pencil skirt. He took in the whole picking on Billy moment, the man was going to step in, but everyone was moving up to his aid. A nod went to Richenda when his eyes cuaght her. Before long he started to yell, "Why don't ya go dance instead of pick on someone's outfit?" he yelled trying to speak over the music. Yes, it was the kind of stuff people could have pulled each other close with. Blue eyes stayed on the woman as his arms crossed.

Quentin Quire was mostly joking about Billy, but, after those references, he was starting to think he was right. Judy Garland?!? As for 'might as well be nice'...well, where's the fun in that? "I'm talking about you probably smelling more like mothballs than Rupert Murdoch's jock strap. Be careful, I think some of these girls are showing a little ankle, you might faint," he smirks.

He sees Richenda glaring at him and blows her some kisses, "Lovely as always, R...R...Romania? Ronaldo? Don't tell me, I'll remember at some point, I think I filed your name somewhere in with the Taylor Swift songs I'm trying to forget. Simple psychic clerical era, happens all the time," he says.

"God, I hope somebody shows up in a time machine at some point to play a guitar solo. I'm already risking falling asleep," he says, tilting his chair dangerously back if he wasn't psychically supporting it, tucking his hands behind his head as he hovers his smartphone and replays a vine he made of Rachel kissing Billy's cheek. He calls it "Billy gets his cherry popped" and promptly uploads it.

Rogue grinned back at Logan when he spoke to her and she just shrugged lightly. "Don't let the wife hear ya." She winked at him. "She'd freeze me up in a block'a ice and shoot me out inta the Atlantic." She took another swig from that green glass bottle and looked out at the others to watch them, smiling softly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm probably better off with you forgetting my name, anyway. I'm only sorry Billy doesn't have my kind of luck," Chenda ripostes casually, leaving Quentin behind in a few steps. Pity that jacket's still visible from the other side of the room... or maybe the county, barring inconvenient trees.

Rachel's closer than Billy for the moment. "Hey again, Rache... nice threads," she says, giving the redhead a smile, and Billy another over Rachel's shoulder.

Chuckling at Rogue's comments, Logan looked at the woman. "She ain't that violent. Give her some credit," he said then looked to richenda going through the names. That made him smile. Blue eyes took in the smart ass, and he hoped Billy said a magic word before taking a swing.

A nod of approval went to the students defending Billy. It was a bit odd consider he called Billy a name upon their first meeting. Still, Logan didn't want everyone to pick on "The Beave."

Quentin Quire laughs, "Good one, Redonkula. Never change. Seriously, put yourself in suspended animation for a century or two, for all our sakes. Billy could probably show you how, once you explain to him about the horseless carriages and the crazy TV wires," he says. He tilts his head back and summons a cup of punch, tossing some back and lazily stretching a bit. Quentin enjoyed stirring the pot, it alleviated the crushing boredom he felt most of the time. Plus, young people were supposed to be hostile, angsty, self-doubting beacons of wretchedness, hormones and resentment. That's how they developed the will to revolutionize the world and crush their elders beneath their heels. Quentin would keep applying the whip until the revolution was ready to be televised.

Alexandrine enters from: Staff Quarters.

Billy comes back from getting a drink and then says to Quentin, "Gosh, I'd be upset, except it's coming from someone who stole the sign board from the Flamingo in Las Vegas and plastered it on his clothes." Wow... was that actual snark from the Billster? He smiles and waves at Rachel as she heads to freshen up and then smiles a bit sadly at Chenda.

Inside their gym was a plethora of different white cutouts that included trees, buildings that looked like they were encased in snow or ice, there was even a white cloth set out on the dance floor. When people began to enter the dance the lights were a light blue to go with a frozen motif. Slow music played as there was a DJ booth set up toward the back with wiring going to various speakers.

Logan was already there in a white tuxedo top, a black bowtie, red carnation and black slacks. The man was going completely James Bond, or fancy waiter, depending on one's perspective.

Throughout the month he had set up a variety of flyers around the school telling students to come at 7:30, at night on December 19th. Now, it was up to them to show up with their dates if they choose to. Logan just tried to get events like this going on so students didn't feel like they were so isolated from a normal high school experience. Hopefully, this would have done so. (intro)'

Rogue took another sip from her large 40-oz green bottle that had "orange juice" written in market on a self-made-label. She grinned over at Logan. "Stormy's one'a my favorite people on the whole wide world, Mistah." She told him. "Neck'n neck with the Professah, in fact. Yep." She took another drink then and looked down at her phone, thumbing at its glowing screen as she played the part of the creepy teacher in the back corner of a school dance.

Alexandrine might be late, but she's there. Red hair is mostly swept up, but for a curl or two artfully let to drape down. The dress is blue, the heels blue and silver, accessories of earrings and necklace silver and sparkly. The makeup is classic movie siren with slightly smokey eyes and the red lipstick. Alas, she's dateless as a chaperone, heels clicking as she heads into the gym.

Chenda's no longer listening by the time Quentin returns fire, leaving him to ply the proverbial whip on empty air. Flail, potstirrer, flail!

Granted, that might've been preferable to having Rachel slip away to 'powder her nose', leaving the Spanish Romani girl alone with Billy. "I dunno, Billster... maybe it's dated, but you wear it pretty well. Give it a few years and it'll probably come back in style," she suggests, giving him a careful hug. She's /trying/. Either it's that or simply leave and write the whole evening off, or she's a genuinely nice person, even when it hurts. Which it certainly does.

Her eyes stray to Logan and Rogue. "Looks like even the faculty are pairing off."

Blue eyes watched th group for a moment. Both eyes then slipped to Rogue's bottle, "Gimme a sip of that." He knew damn well that wasn't juice. Both eyes looked over everyone. A nod went to Alex as the man in the white tux jackt was lingering with th other chaperone. He was curious to see how tonight was going. Even if no one was dancing right now, it was nice to see the students acting like students.

Alexandrine heads over Logan and Rogue, smiling brightly. A kiss for Logan's cheek, one blown to Rogue. "And how is our little mixer?" She drawls, a slow smile forming as she glances around.

Quentin Quire shrugs and returns to his phone as Billy gets the girls tonight. Pitiful was apparently the cologne of choice around this place tonight. He idly starts to flick through Instagram, shifting his hyperfocus for only a moment to scan the room before slipping a pill up under his tongue, swallowing it dry and making sure to look as nonchalant as possible. The Kick would take a while to have any effect anyway, but a little rush had to be better than sitting here watching the goody goodies beam at one another and dream of growing up to wear shiny badges and be accepted and loved by all the normal folks.

Rogue instantly held the large 'Fohty' bottle over for Logan, without even looking up from her phone to look at him... she knew he was gonna ask for some of it... long time ago! "Its orange juice." ...and vodka. The Suthern Belle just kept tapping away at her phone that was held in front of her stomach then. "I nevah got to go to any school dances. I bet they woulda been a ton'a fun." She said then as she sat her phone on the table beside her and looked up at the students. "Except the aftah part, when the boys get all handsy." She said, grinning over at Logan then. "Or maybe I woulda been the one gettin' all handsy on them." She looked horribly amused at herself. She then looks to Alexandrine when she strides over. "Heya there, hotness." She told her fellow southerner. "They seem to be havin' some fun, but a little too much awkwardness too."

Since Quentin's now ignoring them, and conscious of how awkward this is with Chenda, he fidgets a bit and says, "You look very nice Chenda... would you like to dance?" This is supposed to be a dance, ergo, at least someone should dance... why not Billy and Chenda."

"I just hope you're better at dancing than I am," Chenda replies wryly. "With these shoes, I might stake your foot to the floor if I trip." She lets Billy take her hand, trying to find a rhythm within what's on the sound system right now. Her usual music has a few years on this, stylistically and chronologically.

She glances back at the chaperones again, noting that there's one more. "Looks like Alexa's joining in, too," she observes, offering a wave to the room's second redhead.

A nod went to Alex, "Give Quinten a dance. He looks lonely," Logan chuckled and leaned against the closest wall. He was just there to make sure no student was there to get too close while dancing, no alcohol, that sort of thing. As some of the students were actually dancing there were the few that liked being wallflowers too. Breathing out, he was just hapy sentinels weren't here to destroy the school for once.

Alexandrine chuckles at Rogue, grinning in a way that lit up blue yes. "Hey youreself, gorgeous. How's things shaking?" She sasses Rogue, a glance at Logan. "Pretty sure that's breaking some rule or something, isn't it?"

Rogue then offered the Fohty to Alexandrine after pealing it back away from Logan and his hairy mits. "Teacher's OJ." She told the other with a big grin as she shook her shoulders right to left a few times. "Firm'n fine as evah." She said with a grin. "Though, I'd kill for a smoke... damn these school rules." She said then, glancing over at the kids. "Don't wanna corrupt their young'n innocent lil' minds with the filth that is Marie's head."

Billy isn't that great at dancing to the new stuff, but when the song changes to something a little slower... that's when he's at his best. He smiles at Chenda then, even though it's slightly dimmed and says, "Just follow my lead, I'll make you look good..." And he does, starting with the waltz, apparently he's had classes in ballroom dancing, with motions of his hands on her hip and in hers, he moves in a pattern she can mirror easily.

Oh hey, screwdriver. Alexandrine is /so/ up for that. "Maybe the next dance, I'll have a date." There's a smirk and a sip of the clandestine concoction. There's a look up at Logan. "But you could dance with me. Make the kids wanna take lessons."

Quentin Quire can't quite overhear the teachers, but he assumes they're talking about him, both because he's been disruptive and because he's a little egomaniac. He's the most interesting person here, of course they're talking about him. He considers how much time and effort it would require for him to get up and mess around with the sound system and pump in some actual music from this century. Luckily, there's no one whose company Quentin like quite as much as himself and he's soon distracted playing a round of Cards Against Humanity on his phone against some people from the #freaklegion tag he met on Tumblr.

"If ya want n' ferget what I said. Sometimes I ferget yer not a student, Alex." It wasn't an insult, it wasn't a compliment. Logan just saw her as the college student they got sometimes. That part threw him off sometimes. Blue eyes looked to the woman and he shrugged, "Get more students if ya danced wit' Rogue," he man jokingly countered. He was happy to dance if someone were to drag him out on the dance floor.

"Lead on," Chenda replies, glad to have an example to follow. A dancer she isn't, at least in terms of experience: She has the potential grace and body control, but dances are all patterns and memorizing to a rhythm that isn't necessarily yours. But following Billy is simplicity itself. "Wow... the suit hides it, but you're a seriously smooth dancer," she compliments, beginning to smile genuinely. It might take a lot to impress the cynical girl, but she doesn't hide it when the moment comes.

"I can do a ton'a things." Rogue said then, hearing this. "But dancin' is not one of'em." She grinned. "Well... I did go to the square dance party they had in Manhattan this past summer at Bryant Park. That was a blast... but, I'm a tad mroe familar with that sorta thing cause my Aunt used t'make me go to her church formals where they'd do that shit in the Church basement. I used t'think it was the weirdest lamest shit though..." She flashed a grin and took another swig of the big green bottle she had. "So I'd sneak off with the other kids and smoke in the stairwell out back. Take that God." She look up at the sky and shook her left gloved fist upward to emphasize her words to the deity supposedly high above!

Billy shrugs, "There's a lot you don't know about me is all..." He says, before he let's it go, why bring up water under the bridge when this is supposed to be fun and a celebration. When the music switches to something faster, he grins and says, "Ok, this time, make sure you watch my feet and count off 1-2... 3-4-5..." as he leads her into a slightly more risque (to him at least, SUPER tame to everyone else) swing dance, even sliding her through his legs and pulling her up before spinning her.

Alexandrine arches an eyebrow at Logan, blue eyes looking at him as her head cants ever so slightly to one side. "I'll just take it as a compliment that I still have a youthful countenance and presence... Gramps." She all but sticks her tongue out. "I think Rogue is lovely, but you'd make a better frame for ballroom style, is all I meant." She will not drag him anywhere. There's a grin at Rogue. "Better than having sex in the church office, like one friend of mine did."

Logan just shook his head at Rogue fighting off a chuckle. A moment later he was vbeing called gramps. The brow tayed up, "Hey," he said of the woman firmly. Logan was not a fan of being called Grandpa. He wasn't sure how to counter it though. Instead he shrugged and went off to the dance floor. The music was still hard to get into, but at least people wasn't going to think he was old.

"I never doubted that," Chenda replies. She's known Billy /maaaaaaybe/ two months, after all. Still, she can follow and go with the flow. It beats trying to talk, and bringing up old issues.

And then the music changes. And so does Billy. "Wait, what are you leading me into?" she starts to protest... but her eyes flash to her partner's feet, and her sense of rhythm kicks in. And this time, there might be something of acrobatic talent coming into play. The former acrobat quickly catches on, losing herself in the beat of the song and the cues Billy throws her, and for a while forgets everything but the dance. This is fast, catchy, and surprisingly fun!

Alexandrine smirks, moving to join Logan for one turn around the floor. But her heart isn't in it, really, perhaps its the tux, or the surroundings. Then she flicks Rogue's shoulder, once she leaves the dance floor. "I'll see you later, good lookin'."

Rogue grinned at Alex. "Yeah well... sex ain't really in the cards for me, Missy. At least not back then. I wasn't as creative minded as I am now." She said, tapping at the side of her head with her right gloved hand. "Now I got it aaaaaaall figured out. Well... twenty five percent figured out... Still though..." She nodded slowly as she raised the bottle up to her lips. "The partner I choose for such things is probably going to die, probably...." She nodded again and then took another drink of her large bottle of Teacher's OJ.

Happy to just see people about in their own element, Logan was on the dance floor very out of his element. A second or two later, Alex was behind him. He was dancing with the woman before long, getting lost with the few students about. Others were slipping off for parties in their rooms, to leave, everywhere else. At least nohing went wrong otnight, at least no mutant tried to plague this dance, or destroy it. The last time he remembered a dance it had a very bad result.

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