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ANTI-PROM

Some people just don’t care about rules. Despite the staff’s announcement and ardent attempts to kill their fun, Robin spread the word about a secret shortcut from Ribbonfin to the Grotto and Anti-Prom is still a go for all the reckless boys and girls. (Sorry Ty.) If partygoers didn’t know who was organizing the shindig before getting there, the fact that the décor is decidedly alien-themed probably points to the real mastermind here.

Strung up around the Grotto are extraterrestrial-shaped lights and balloons, and beverages are served from custom Solo cups. Over by the fire is a handful of squirt guns and party favor bags, filled with all sorts of super fun goodies. They include, but are not limited to: yo-yos, keychains, glow in the dark bubbles, sunglasses, finger puppets, glowsticks, and so much more.

On the back side of the building, there’s also a nice little UFO Hunting Corner, with a beanbag chair, telescope, and a ~WELCOME TO EARTH~ sign. It’s all very respectful of any potential aliens that might decide to come visit Weird Ass Magic Camping School tonight. There's some cloud cover at the beginning of the night, but by 10:30 the skies are clear and aliens can't hide from these kids.

The playlist tonight is a bit of a mess, but do you dare change it? It jumps from upbeat dance music to slow, romantic ballads, to earbleeding grindcore (luckily grindcore songs tend to be a minute or less, so grit your teeth and deal with it), to (allegedly) backmasked Beatles songs, to Disney. These are all just on Robin’s iPod. Enjoy this glimpse into his terrible, terrible mind.

JUST A FEW NOTES

Feel free to post things like drinking games, squirt gun battles, anything at all under the appropriate headings. This is a lawless wasteland.

I'm not joking about this being a lawless wasteland. Robin will not stop you from wandering into the woods, but no one's allowed to die this year so it's up to you to stay upright and breathing.

Please don't actually shine laser pointers into the sky in real life.

» BEFORE THE PARTY: Robin set all of this up himself, aren't you proud of him, don't you think they should let him into Auror training?

» DURING THE PARTY: There's all the bare bones essentials of a Grotto party here: booze, weed, shitty music, and the ever present threat of the THiNG iN THe WooDs. Just no kissing games. Kiss each other on your own damn terms.

UFO HUNTING CORNER: A beanbag chair, a telescope pointed at the sky, and a green laser pointer, what else do you need to partake in some casual UFO hunting? A little blow up alien lounges on the beanbag chair, so be sure to ask its permission before stealing that seat.

» AFTER THE PARTY: Look man, it don't matter to Robin if you're headed back to your cabin or not, but take some damn trash with you when you leave. Even Robin knows this ain't his home and if you try to leave shit everywhere he's gonna have something to say to you.

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns! Believe it or not, I did not actually intend for this to be alien-themed when I started.

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The closest thing to her was rum, so she poured that in Harry's cup and handed it over, pouring some for herself with whatever not gross mixer was nearby. "Why do you need to erase your brain?"

Harriet shrugs. "She's so heavy. And I'm bored."

Rum is so gross. Her first little sip wrinkles her nose. "How you doing, Penny?"

"Perpetually bored. I've been studying like crazy and I swear if I see another textbook this weekend I will explode."

She had been absolutely offended someone even suggested she study because she wasn't going to Prom. It was the weekend, dangit.

"Oh you know me. Positively radiant, perfect, never unhappy ever." She rolled her eyes, shrugging to go with it. "How about you, Harry? How have you been?"

Harry waves her hand as if to dismiss all talk of school. Not on this sacred ground.

"Eh. Same old, girl." She takes a look around, swaying a little. "God, people look so fucking good tonight. Anti-prom, whaaat."

Harry herself is wearing an old tank top and a tartan skirt, but she carries herself as though it is gold-spun finery. When she's not about to fall over, anyway.

"What you doing this summer?"

That would definitely be the last Penny talked of school here, even without the dismissal from Harry.

"They do. Anti-Prom is obviously where it's at." Some people had gone all out, some people wore what they might have worn to Prom, and some people were more relaxed. It didn't matter, and all in all Penny liked the atmosphere.

"Figuring my life out, probably. I kind of want to try again and professional gaming, but if I can't get into that I might try to get into a Healer program." Her dad had pull, she wasn't worried about not getting into something early and right out of Gooseberry.

Even her dad had been impressed with her senior project, after all. Penny was, in fact, not a total waste of space. "What about you?"

There's some totally bizarre music playing. Harry likes it; she sort of starts swaying on her feet part of the way through Penny's answer, though she's definitely listening. Mostly.

"What's professional gaming?" she asks, swirling the contents of the flask.

She doesn't realize that Penelope's returned the question until a beat later, through the fuzz at the forefront of her brain. Everything seems to be spinning lazily to the right. "Vacation. I go to Martinique and chill with my mom like every year."

"Hopefully my brother doesn't come," she adds. "I've seen enough of that dude this year."

ANTI-PROM

Penelope and Harry

Penelope and Harry

Penelope and Harry

Penelope and Harry

Penelope and Harry

Penelope and Harry