Mod Journal for St. Margaret's. (![]() ![]() @ 2018-05-04 15:20:00 |
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Thread: Carnival
WHO: Everyone in the pool!
WHERE: Academy lawn
WHEN: Saturday the 5th of May
Fairlights lit up the lawn just as the sun was going down. Ms. Menides grinned to herself. She could hear the familiar tinkling of a carousel and she could smell popcorn and cotton candy. She always had a thing for fairgrounds and carnivals, those hidden patches of the world where the lost, the freaky and the lovelorn could hide. As a metaphor, it worked perfectly for the Academy. Both students and staff had been galvanised for the theme and, once again, the result was spectacular.
A makeshift tiled floor on the lawn constituted the dance floor for the evening. It was surrounded by standard fairground attractions: a carousel, a ferriswheel, a large slide, a funhouse and various little booths where you could dunk fellow students in water or win large plushies. There was also plenty of free food, ranging from chicken legs and popcorn to huge lollipops and cotton candy. There were also tons of places to hide booze, so Ms. Menides figured that, for once, they did not need to worry about anyone spiking the punch.
She had still asked Blake to keep watch over the punch, because sometimes, it were the little things in life.
A DJ – one of their old students – played a mix of pop music and amusement park jingles and several sound systems ensured that you could hear that music everywhere. It was early, but Ms. Menides could already hear laughter over the music. Good.
The dress-code had suggested formal, mixed with carnival, though it was up to the students to decide how far they would push that. After all, the Oracle had decided to make it a competition, so she was sure that some of them would pull out all the stops. Ms. Menides, on her end, was dressed like an old fashioned ringleader, with a large red coat and a top hat.
Tonight was powered by nothing more than a lot of electricty and can-do attitude, but some themes did not need magic. This was perfect as is, Ms. Menides figured. Now, where could she get her hands on cotton candy...