Thread: Summer Funeral Dirge WHO: Any and all, BYOT WHEN: Friday night WHERE: Near the lighthouse ruins
If anyone hadn't arrived at school yet, they were cutting it close. Summer vacation was officially over on Monday, but that didn't mean the students were just going to lie down and take it. Instead, they had every intention of celebrating the end of their summer holiday with a party. It was a good thing that Ladon house was ready to meet the silent call. Liam and Cheyenne had spearheaded the whole thing, but others from Ladon had joined in to help plan it. The ruins of the lighthouse was an easy spot to access. Liam posted to the network for the rest of the student body to see while others learned from word of mouth. If any teachers had heard, they chose to ignore it.
A couple of years ago, the lighthouse was still standing but something happened that led to its fall. The ruins were still somewhat picturesque in the evening light. The bonfire made up for what lack of moonlight there was. It was the eve before the official new moon, after all. The bonfire crackled beneath the booming music that played. It was a windy evening, especially where they were, but not so much that it killed the vibe. Instead it carried a relief of colder air. It had been a surprisingly warm summer. Even though compared to states farther south it was mild, the 80 Fahrenheit degree high was complemented by a cooler evening.
Liam wasn't kidding when he said there wasn't a theme. Everything was very low key and laid back. If you weren't having fun, it was because you hated parties. A few of the Ladon weres managed to get a hold of a couple of kegs of beer that they were distributing, and a few witches were offering a special brew they concocted that promised to lack a hangover in the morning. Only time would tell but it tasted fruity and delicious, and it went down easily enough that the ones who made it had to be careful about how much a person drank or they'd be hurling it back up along with their dinner.
The vibe was relaxed and people were there to socialize and have fun. Most of the wide-eyed faces were Standards who were experiencing their first high school party. As the evening drew on, the student became rowdier, the dancing more spirited, and what alcohol flowed through the collective student body made even the shiest of students a bit bolder.
It was a funeral for summer but it felt anything but mournful, even after it ended when students would return to their dorms and use the next two days to prepare for the first day of school.