gooseberryhigh | (no subject)

During dinner, Cricket slips out of the cafeteria to set up the Atrium for Cricket Quayle's First Annual Costume Crafting Party!™ With the help of Prospero, Mrs. Acuña, and any eager prefects, she has pushed back the couches to the borders of the room and rolled out various round tables. Each table is loaded with craft supplies; both magical and no-maj tools are available. She's done her best to collect any supplies specifically requested throughout the week. There is PLENTY of cloth to go around and an embarrassing array of crafting supplies from her personal supply (and maybe Maggie's too!)

There is campy Halloween music playing from a barely functional CD player. And remember all those pumpkin seeds y'all harvested? Those are roasted and set around the room in various bowls for everyone to snack on.

Students will run smack dab into this crafting bonanza as they exit dinner and Cricket does her best to enthusiastically greet anyone showing even the slightest interest, particularly lost looking Freshmen.

The event lasts from 7:00 - 9:30pm, when Cricket begins asking students to finish up and find a buddy to walk back to the cabins.

[OOC: I have to go to work soon. Please, go buck wild (deer motif pun intended) and I will respond to everything tonight with appropriate Cricket chirpiness!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Although he reaches out to fiddle with the fabric again, he quickly pulls his hand back. "I might, um, forget my suit... every year?" This was obviously a not-so-sneaky way of trying to never dress up, never ever. "Grandmother just owls it in before the holiday dance," a pause for dramatic effect, "... to Hightower."

Kurt counts Ursula's options on his fingers: doable costume without a beard, doable costume that he would want to set on fire and involved a name he didn't recognize, and slightly-less-doable costume based on something he'd never heard, either. "Lumberjack, no beard?" It sounded attainable — anybody in OE had a good flannel shirt, pair of flannel jeans, and hiking boots. "Who, um," he pauses to look around the room, "who can make a LARP axe?"

Ursula sighs. She should have expected that response. It's probably the exact same response the rest of the boys in his cabin would have given. Teenaged boys really need to learn some appreciation for sharp dressing.

"Lumberjack, preferably a beard. But your date might be negotiable on that one depending on her tastes." She is still dying to know -who- this date is. "I believe Trixie was offering to make various implements of violence. She'd probably be thrilled to help with an axe."

Kurt nods along with her words, filing them away for later. "Okay, thanks Ursula!" As he gets up to find Trixie, he pauses and turns back to her, holding up one of those fingers. "One more question, um, I got some of that–" he ruffles his hands through his hair, not adding any new cowlicks, but at least rearranging some of the ones that were already present. "Hair jelly-moosey-stuff, from my brother." He pats his hair down quickly but it shoots back up as soon as he stops. "Do lumberjacks use that stuff?"

"Secret agents do, but I don't think moose care much about what your hair looks like, so you're safe this time." As she watches him fuss with his hair, she adds: "But maybe try it out some time anyway."

Kurt nods again, repeats "Thanks!" and is off into the night. Kurt has no idea what he's in for.