Logs:I ❤️ NY
| I ❤️ NY | |
|---|---|
| Dramatis Personae | |
| In Absentia | 2024-10-31 "I seen youse pull off way crazier stunts." |
| Location
<XAV> Great Hall - Xs First Floor | |
The largest room at Xavier's, the Great Hall is designed to hold all of the mansion's residents and then some. Built for the mansion's bigger functions, it serves as the school's dining halls on ordinary days, and ballroom when needed. On school days, long trestle tables stretch across the hall, high-backed chairs with plush cushions offering seating for the students. The Great Hall has been decorated -- adequately enough, if not lavishly. The decorations are fine, even though they aren't coming to life around the room. Plenty of kids here seem plenty determined to have fun tonight, and Avi is one of them -- he's been on the dance floor with his friends, and been on the dance floor with his date, and now he's just sliding off of it, flushed and grinning, to grab his breath and a drink. He is glowing -- literally, a lot of colorful EL wire extending his already long frame even longer. It's frosted onto him, clear sheaths of ice wrapped around the glowing tubes to expand his reach long and luminescent and slightly ethereal until he looks kind of like he's been crossed with a tron bike, or maybe a pack of glowsticks. In contrast to this he's got a fanny pack around his waist, New Balance sneakers with tube socks pulled up high, an 'I ❤️ NY' shirt on, huge gaudy sunglasses pushed up into his locs. There's a selfie stick shoved into the strap of the fanny pack, though he's long since lost the camera (actual instant film!) that had been in it, first to his date but then getting passed liberally around his group -- somewhere around here there are many polaroids to show for it. Right now he's stopping -- frowning briefly at the selection of cookies and snacks, mooostly ignoring them though he snags a little pack of whoppers from the candy bowl. He moves on to scrutinize the soda offerings with a deliberation as intense as if he's in the playoffs and the match is riding on this choice. Roscoe has gone a little lower-effort with his Alien Tourist, wearing an 'I ❤️ NY' shirt (this is just a regular white t-shirt with the letters printed out and taped on) over a Minecraft creeper onesie that has been converted into an alien onesie with a bobbling antennae headband and one big eye he drew on a cut-up paper plate and stuck to a pair of sunglasses (there are no eye holes in this mask, but for Roscoe this is no issue, though perhaps for reasons of breathability his paper plate eye sunglasses have just been tucked into the collar of the t-shirt.) He is eyeballing the candy bowl very closely, then selecting a bite-size Snickers from -- way down in the bottom. He gives the soda a long and wistful look as he's ripping his chocolate open -- "Whatchu looking? There's a couple Dr. Pepper waaay at the bottom of the cooler." "Oh snap?" Avi dips a hand into the ice water, rooting around until he has unearthed a Dr. Pepper from under the seltzers and sprites and pepsis and root beers and orange sodas and juice. He gives it a light tap to rid it of the excess water, then transfers it to his other hand so he can shake his wet hand more vigorously. For Roscoe he has a sympathetic wince; he's offering, under his voice as he straightens: "-- think Natsumi got some quality tincture you wanna punch up the -- punch. You'n'Sriyani," he's transitioned quite easily to saying this like an item, "-- gonna stop by Gae's thing after this?" Though this is transitioning, less easily, to a small frown, a brief idle musing: "... they probably ain't that serious about classes tomorrow if they having a Thursday dance, right?" "Shoot, can I just drink the tincture?" Roscoe might not be seriously contemplating this, he's tilted his head with an exaggerated air of thoughtfulness, stroking his chin. "I -- huh, dunno. I totally thought we were gonna get Tuesday off at least but they seem real dedicated to -- the rest of this term." He puts his single bite of Snickers in his mouth, chews meditatively, scrunches his eyebrows. "Maybe definitely shouldn't but, yeah, I was gonna go," he decides. "Not gonna be much of a group costume without everyone. -- you going?" "Nobody's getting nothing done Tuesday, the teachers gonna be lecturing us about civics even though like, five people here can vote and New York blue as hell, and everyone else gonna be solid stuck between existential despair and walls of memes." Avi drums his fingers against the top of the soda can, then cracks it open. He's moving slightly away from the drinks as he takes a swig. "Hell yeah that white boy throws a party. Plus," he's grinning a little broader, and patting -- well, the empty selfie stick, making a sort of halfhearted look around for the camera, "we gotta plenty more of New York to see. Only so much you can experience when the teachers stay hovering." "I meant last Tuesday but I feel like nobody got nothing done then, either," Roscoe shrugs, crinkles his Snickers wrapper in one hand, tries to put it in the nonexistent pocket of his onesie and ends up just holding it at his side. "Man, I still haven't seen so much of New York. Well -- not in person. Well -- not up close." These equivocations are drawing his expression into a slowly spreading buck-toothed grin; he gives his head a sheepish wobble of antennae. "Shoot. These are the least hover-y adults I've ever been around." "Yeah but your bar was set in, like, torture jail and Asian Parents." Avi's smile is kind of crooked. He baps Roscoe light on the shoulder, jerks his chin vaguely towards what members of their group he can vaguely currently spy on the dancefloor. "Think by the time Nahida'n'em through tonight you gonna see a whole lot more, you peeped that scavenger list?" He holds up his icy-glowing hands, L-shapes framing Roscoe's grinning face. "You know Sriyani's wild ideas gonna make that shirt the truth." "Weren't you born on a military base?" Roscoe responds, but his grin is easing wider. He crinkles the candy wrapper again in his hand, crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue for the finger-Polaroid. "I'm from Boston, take a lot to make me Heart New York," he says, mock-crabby, but -- carefully replacing his paper plate eye on his face -- "but I seen youse pull off way crazier stunts." | |
