Post by Redgrim on Jul 3, 2020 23:12:51 GMT -5
A chalk board resting atop an easel was stationed just outside the ballroom’s entrance. Adorn it in big bold lettering were the words ‘Open Mic Night’, decorated with chalk outlines that made it look as though fireworks were bursting behind it. The ballroom’s door remained opened, the sparkling tiles from within greeting all who passed by.
Upon entering the room, all eyes would be directed toward the stage setup at the back of the room. It was usually reserved for the occasional band that might show up for a school dance, but on this night, it was setup for any brave person ready to bare their soul to the small crowd forming within the room. A spotlight was trained on center stage, though it was considerably dim so as to not blind any person taking the stage. Within the light’s gaze was a mic, propped up by a stand. Aside from that, there were curtains disguising the backmost of the stage, no doubt hiding props for the acts that were about to take place. At both ends of the stage were massive five-foot speakers.
Once that was taken in, the next point of interest was the floor plan. While there were more tables setup than usual, there was still a considerable amount of space left on the dance floor for twenty or so people to dance comfortably. One never knows when the groove might kick in, better safe than sorry. Surrounding the dance floor was an archipelago of tables, each outfitted with a smooth crimson cloth, a vase outfitted with a unique flower, four chairs, and a little envelope with the name of flower the table was outfitted with on the back.
The buffet table was outfitted with stacks upon stacks of pizza boxes, a rainbow of flavours and toppings lined across the tabletop. At the very end of this array of greasy goodness was a soda machine, the kind with a touch screen display that dispensed any carbonated beverage the user desired.
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On the opposite end of the room from the stage, there was a lone table, strayed far from the islands clustered around the dance floor. Atop it was a smattering of items. First and foremost was a clipboard slapped on the front half, easily accessible to a passerby. It had a timetable for the acts and plenty of spaces to be pencilled in, which could be easily done with the pencil residing next to it. On the other half of the table was a laptop, on either end of it was a control panel and a projector.
The blue light of the laptop reflected off of Sandra’s rather large spectacles. Her eyes were trained on her screen with extreme precision. Clearly, she was doing something of importance. The intensity of her gaze slowly lessened as she leaned back in her computer chair. She shot a quizzical look to the speakers at the stage. Suddenly, a low volume tune began to play. It was audible enough to hear clearly, but soft enough that it became an ambient sound, sinking into the overall atmosphere of the room. The tune itself gave off a bit of a late eighties funk vibe and the singers spent a lot of time referring to a walking dinosaur.
Upon hearing this masterpiece of a song, Sandra slinked back in her chair with a satisfied expression, whispering “ye” to herself as she did. Doing this little side job was a major relief for Sandra. She hadn’t really done much about leaving her room after the whole ‘there’s a fire elemental living inside this weird ring thing floating around my body that I can’t see and apparently has something to do with my power’ thing. Ever since she enrolled at Foresta, her powers had been acting funky. That might just be a matter of strange outside forces interacting with her powers that nothing had previously. Before Foresta, she pretty much spent all her time locked up in her room, trying to not explode around the rest of her family.
While it was decently warm already, Sandra was still decked out in a thick fuzzy pink hoodie, one that looked overkill even in the winter months, in addition to sweatpants. Considering that her chair was also plugged into the wall behind her, it was safe to assume that it was also heated.
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Considering that the event was operating on school funding and it was utilizing one of their venues, it was required that at least two faculty members were chaperoning the event. Given that one of the event runners was Pyxis’ house leader, they were granted a bit more freedom. Esha even got the opportunity to pick the staff member of her choice, that being Ms. Schmidt. She was chosen since that essentially gave them the freedom to do whatever they wanted, they just had to put up with some of her… quirks.
The housefly-human hybrid was located behind the counter of the bar. The alcohol cabinet had a lock over it, and perhaps best illustrated the reason that she was required to monitor the children. Lotte’s attention was more on the rest of the room, rather than what was behind her, although her compound eyes made it quite easy to do both at the same time.
The children were always fascinating to watch, especially when they were given the opportunity to interact with one another unabated. They had so little life experience, yet they think they’re at their peak in terms of potential. It made for an interesting watch. That said though, the night was still young and the ballroom was nowhere near its maximum capacity yet. She might have to interfere if she really wanted the ball to get rolling.
For the time being though, she stood in place, lurching over the countertop so as to allow her labellum to reach the bowl of sugar set out on the table. It was such an exquisite taste, her flimsy wings stood out erect, twitching and slightly buzzing.
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The curtains residing around the balcony door daintily flowed in the gentle breeze, like the coattails of a deity. In sight of the doorframe, a lone figure stood upon the balcony, their outline engulfed by the setting sun. It was Esha, the co-organizer of the event in question. Her eyes were focused on the sunset, while her hands were occupied slicking the ‘hair’ on her head back. Due to the occasion, Esha decided to ditch the headdress for the night and did what she could to tie her ‘hair’ back. It looked quite slick and could easily fool anyone into thinking it was hair and not quills, so long as they didn’t try to touch it.
Esha took some steady breaths, focusing on the sun and realigning herself spiritually. While it wasn’t a big or major event, it was the first that she had done as house leader, so the pressure was on. Not from her peers though, more from herself. She was dedicated to being the best hostess she could, if the fanciful setting didn’t make that obvious enough. Even then though, she felt like she could have done more.
In her light raspy voice, she began to chant with a slight bow of her head.
“Om Bhur Bhuva Svah
Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi
Dhiyo Yo Naha Prachodayat.”
With another meditative breath, Esha rubbed the wrinkles off her silk sari dress. It was ocean blue in colour, that vibe only being completed by its seafoam white accents and designs. It covered her body from toe to torso, though was shoulder-less by design, excluding the trademark draping that was strung over one of her shoulders, it was a sari after all. Her arms were bare, save for a small collection of bangles on her right wrist. That said though, her quills were nowhere to be seen, aside from on her head. Her gills were bare as well, but concealed by makeup.
As her phone buzzed to notify her it was 7pm, she took a moment longer to soak in the sun.
---
Being that it was 7pm, the most punctual of guests arrived on the scene. Dressed in a simple solid green coloured tank top and some skinny jeans that barely added a layer over her skin, Isabelle walked into the ballroom with a curious eye. She focused solely on the décor and how it complimented the architecture of the room, in that it didn’t. The streamers strung about the room and linked to the rafters didn’t really add much as from letting people know there was a celebration going on. Then again, perhaps she was using a bit too much of her critical eye.
The woman adjusted her curly red bangs out of her eyes as she wandered to the room’s center. Considering that she couldn’t perform herself, for obvious reasons, it might beg the question why she was there at all. It wasn’t like she was the most supportive type either. The major point though, it was an event at the school and she felt the need to investigate. Who knows when an opportunity might present itself? She doubted that she was going to hear anything extraordinary though.
Regardless, Isabelle took a liking to the lilies of one of the tables she passed, so she circled back around and took a seat, claiming the table to herself. With the area secured, she leaned against the back of her chair and crossed her legs. Being that there weren’t any acts yet and the only thing playing at the moment was something that someone considered music, Isabelle pulled out her phone and didn’t let her thumbs be idle.
Upon entering the room, all eyes would be directed toward the stage setup at the back of the room. It was usually reserved for the occasional band that might show up for a school dance, but on this night, it was setup for any brave person ready to bare their soul to the small crowd forming within the room. A spotlight was trained on center stage, though it was considerably dim so as to not blind any person taking the stage. Within the light’s gaze was a mic, propped up by a stand. Aside from that, there were curtains disguising the backmost of the stage, no doubt hiding props for the acts that were about to take place. At both ends of the stage were massive five-foot speakers.
Once that was taken in, the next point of interest was the floor plan. While there were more tables setup than usual, there was still a considerable amount of space left on the dance floor for twenty or so people to dance comfortably. One never knows when the groove might kick in, better safe than sorry. Surrounding the dance floor was an archipelago of tables, each outfitted with a smooth crimson cloth, a vase outfitted with a unique flower, four chairs, and a little envelope with the name of flower the table was outfitted with on the back.
The buffet table was outfitted with stacks upon stacks of pizza boxes, a rainbow of flavours and toppings lined across the tabletop. At the very end of this array of greasy goodness was a soda machine, the kind with a touch screen display that dispensed any carbonated beverage the user desired.
---
On the opposite end of the room from the stage, there was a lone table, strayed far from the islands clustered around the dance floor. Atop it was a smattering of items. First and foremost was a clipboard slapped on the front half, easily accessible to a passerby. It had a timetable for the acts and plenty of spaces to be pencilled in, which could be easily done with the pencil residing next to it. On the other half of the table was a laptop, on either end of it was a control panel and a projector.
The blue light of the laptop reflected off of Sandra’s rather large spectacles. Her eyes were trained on her screen with extreme precision. Clearly, she was doing something of importance. The intensity of her gaze slowly lessened as she leaned back in her computer chair. She shot a quizzical look to the speakers at the stage. Suddenly, a low volume tune began to play. It was audible enough to hear clearly, but soft enough that it became an ambient sound, sinking into the overall atmosphere of the room. The tune itself gave off a bit of a late eighties funk vibe and the singers spent a lot of time referring to a walking dinosaur.
Upon hearing this masterpiece of a song, Sandra slinked back in her chair with a satisfied expression, whispering “ye” to herself as she did. Doing this little side job was a major relief for Sandra. She hadn’t really done much about leaving her room after the whole ‘there’s a fire elemental living inside this weird ring thing floating around my body that I can’t see and apparently has something to do with my power’ thing. Ever since she enrolled at Foresta, her powers had been acting funky. That might just be a matter of strange outside forces interacting with her powers that nothing had previously. Before Foresta, she pretty much spent all her time locked up in her room, trying to not explode around the rest of her family.
While it was decently warm already, Sandra was still decked out in a thick fuzzy pink hoodie, one that looked overkill even in the winter months, in addition to sweatpants. Considering that her chair was also plugged into the wall behind her, it was safe to assume that it was also heated.
---
Considering that the event was operating on school funding and it was utilizing one of their venues, it was required that at least two faculty members were chaperoning the event. Given that one of the event runners was Pyxis’ house leader, they were granted a bit more freedom. Esha even got the opportunity to pick the staff member of her choice, that being Ms. Schmidt. She was chosen since that essentially gave them the freedom to do whatever they wanted, they just had to put up with some of her… quirks.
The housefly-human hybrid was located behind the counter of the bar. The alcohol cabinet had a lock over it, and perhaps best illustrated the reason that she was required to monitor the children. Lotte’s attention was more on the rest of the room, rather than what was behind her, although her compound eyes made it quite easy to do both at the same time.
The children were always fascinating to watch, especially when they were given the opportunity to interact with one another unabated. They had so little life experience, yet they think they’re at their peak in terms of potential. It made for an interesting watch. That said though, the night was still young and the ballroom was nowhere near its maximum capacity yet. She might have to interfere if she really wanted the ball to get rolling.
For the time being though, she stood in place, lurching over the countertop so as to allow her labellum to reach the bowl of sugar set out on the table. It was such an exquisite taste, her flimsy wings stood out erect, twitching and slightly buzzing.
---
The curtains residing around the balcony door daintily flowed in the gentle breeze, like the coattails of a deity. In sight of the doorframe, a lone figure stood upon the balcony, their outline engulfed by the setting sun. It was Esha, the co-organizer of the event in question. Her eyes were focused on the sunset, while her hands were occupied slicking the ‘hair’ on her head back. Due to the occasion, Esha decided to ditch the headdress for the night and did what she could to tie her ‘hair’ back. It looked quite slick and could easily fool anyone into thinking it was hair and not quills, so long as they didn’t try to touch it.
Esha took some steady breaths, focusing on the sun and realigning herself spiritually. While it wasn’t a big or major event, it was the first that she had done as house leader, so the pressure was on. Not from her peers though, more from herself. She was dedicated to being the best hostess she could, if the fanciful setting didn’t make that obvious enough. Even then though, she felt like she could have done more.
In her light raspy voice, she began to chant with a slight bow of her head.
“Om Bhur Bhuva Svah
Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi
Dhiyo Yo Naha Prachodayat.”
With another meditative breath, Esha rubbed the wrinkles off her silk sari dress. It was ocean blue in colour, that vibe only being completed by its seafoam white accents and designs. It covered her body from toe to torso, though was shoulder-less by design, excluding the trademark draping that was strung over one of her shoulders, it was a sari after all. Her arms were bare, save for a small collection of bangles on her right wrist. That said though, her quills were nowhere to be seen, aside from on her head. Her gills were bare as well, but concealed by makeup.
As her phone buzzed to notify her it was 7pm, she took a moment longer to soak in the sun.
---
Being that it was 7pm, the most punctual of guests arrived on the scene. Dressed in a simple solid green coloured tank top and some skinny jeans that barely added a layer over her skin, Isabelle walked into the ballroom with a curious eye. She focused solely on the décor and how it complimented the architecture of the room, in that it didn’t. The streamers strung about the room and linked to the rafters didn’t really add much as from letting people know there was a celebration going on. Then again, perhaps she was using a bit too much of her critical eye.
The woman adjusted her curly red bangs out of her eyes as she wandered to the room’s center. Considering that she couldn’t perform herself, for obvious reasons, it might beg the question why she was there at all. It wasn’t like she was the most supportive type either. The major point though, it was an event at the school and she felt the need to investigate. Who knows when an opportunity might present itself? She doubted that she was going to hear anything extraordinary though.
Regardless, Isabelle took a liking to the lilies of one of the tables she passed, so she circled back around and took a seat, claiming the table to herself. With the area secured, she leaned against the back of her chair and crossed her legs. Being that there weren’t any acts yet and the only thing playing at the moment was something that someone considered music, Isabelle pulled out her phone and didn’t let her thumbs be idle.
