Faculty Party, The Danger Shop, Thursday afternoon through evening

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Invitations had handwavily gone out to all Fandom High faculty:
Party on a cruise ship in the comfort of our own shop!
Thursday, May 3!
The Danger Shop!
Faculty Party!

When the faculty members stepped into the Danger Shop, they saw that it did indeed look like the deck of a cruise ship on a nice, sunny day. There was a snazzy buffet, shuffleboard, deck chairs, a string quartet, and much, much more.

And an open bar.

Above the door leading out of the shop was a banner:



But enough of that. Now it was time to boogie.

[OOC: Post is open all day, huzzah! NPCs are completely free to mod. And, um, sorry about the egregious punnery inside the OCD. This is pretty bad even for me.

ETA: Also, if there are any terrible typos or other general errors anywhere, I wrote this at 3:00 AM. You're lucky I strung three words together, let alone a series of painful puns.]

Comments

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"It's an open invitation. You're always welcome, Logan."

Re: Open Bar

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

"And you at mine," he said, touched. "Though there's not much to see except a ruined city and political unrest."

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"It all sounds like Victor Hugo. Are you sure you're not an escaped fictional Frenchman from Les Misérables in disguise?"

Re: Open Bar

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "Fairly sure," he said. "But there are some odd similarities, now that I think about it."

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"Art imitates life no matter the century. That's why Les Misérables is a classic. We're a predictable society."

Re: Open Bar

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

"To a degree," he said, smiling. "Or I like to think that people will surprise you, sometimes. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere if I didn't hold on to that hope anyway."

Logan finally took a sip of his drink and coughed, pausing a moment as he let it settle. "Wow."

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"Is it that good?" Thursday looked surprised and eyed her own. "I guess there's only one way to find out." She steeled herself and sipped her Gargle Blaster. Coughing and spluttering followed. "Wow is the most appropriate thing I can think of. Thank goodness it's holographic." She took another sip, ready for it this time. "It's a wonder no one has written about this. It's the stuff of legends."

Re: Open Bar

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

He nodded, swallowing another cough of his own and wincing slightly. "It's like being hit in the head with something amazing," he said, looking into his glass, somewhat incredulously.

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"A brick wrapped in lemons." It was the first thing that came to mind. "One that's not entirely on this plane of existence."

Re: Open Bar

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

Logan nodded and took another drink, letting the feeling wash over him again with a sudden exhalation. "A gold brick," he said, randomly. "It's just like that, yes."

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to have to try one of these again. Preferrably in a smaller glass, I think."

Re: Open Bar

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

Logan was looking around the boat though and he turned back to Thursday with a grin. "First, do you think you might grace me with a dance?"

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

She looked surprised. "Are you sure? There might be stomped feet involved."

Re: Open Bar

[behindeyesonly.livejournal.com]

"I'm very sure," he said sincerely, holding out his hand to her.

Re: Open Bar

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

She sucked in a deep breath and took his hand, still looking somewhat sceptical.