#class:event

[aiinsworths]

                  he didn’t want to be here. the music was FAR too loud for his headache-ridden, alcohol-laced brain, and even then, his heart just wasn’t in it to socialize with people. after greeting and chatting with the cromwells, he decided that it was ENOUGH for the night, at least for now. he needed some air. parker chose to use the sides of the room to try and make his escape, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he moved through the crowed. “shit, sorry!” he called out above the music as his shoulder barreled into someone – he swore the damned mask made things a lot fucking harder, and right on cue, the DELICATE black ribbon that held it gently bridged on his nose came undone, revealing his identity (not that it was particularly concealed well in the first place). “listen … um, if anyone asks, you didn’t see me, yeah?”

[elizcvclencic]

this whole event was, you know, nice and probably could’ve been a lot of fun if it wasn’t a fundraiser for a memorial for quentin. early that night she put her game face on,  a perfectly filled lipstick smile and friendly eyes, and decided to get everything over with early, hitting all the important rounds like anyone she was going to see once the whole night, people she’d have to get back to after a drink or two, and finally the cromwells. 

eliza managed to make it through that meeting with a hug and a brief ‘how’re you doing’ before she was off to her own devices. now she was standing by one of the tables, cup in hand of what was definitely spiked punch. her pursed lips drifted into a smile once she realized someone had come up to her. 

“don’t you look nice.”

[viclinists]

open starter. 

– SHE DOESN’T MEAN TO BE SO LATE. odette has hardly been late to a single thing in her life, it’s in her nature. and yet, how could she possibly explain that it’s because she overslept? that she was awake ALL night, and then slept through the afternoon? she got ready in a frenzy, nearly forgetting an earring (she still has to put it on, it’s in her clutch), and hastily covering up fading hickies with makeup. when she arrives, she still feels like she’s wandering around in a dream, not quite in touch with reality yet. as she enters, she can feel all heads turn and she flashes a sheepish smile at no one in particular, softly mutters “sorry” and hopes they’ll soon turn their attention elsewhere. she averts her eyes, making her way toward the refreshments until she finds the confidence to speak with just about anyone.

[higgiins]

zephyr was stumbling around the crowd as he finally took refuge by the drinks table.  it was obvious the boy was under the influence as he attempted to pour himself a new drink, a silver flask appearing from his inside his jacket as he poured a bit of vodka into the -- what he would assume was just fruit punch.  as he looked up, he saw the other looking at him. “Would you like one?” he asked with a loop sided grin.

[ashcroftuni]

mini event –

hi all. just a heads up that this is totally optional and it’s more like a fun game/thread prompt than “event.” essentially, i’m nostalgic for gilmore girls, so have this bullshit. i’ll twist something creepy into the plot as a result of this:

annually, as a private university, ashcroft does it’s picnic basket fundraiser. certain students that sign up submit picnic basket lunches anonymously and other students bid on the baskets without knowing who they’re bidding for. this year, the fundraiser will go to benefit the remodeling of the infamous east wing. thank you all for your participation and community spirit – we’re really excited to kick off our twenty-fifth annual picnic day.

how will this work?

if you’re interested in participating, please like this post by saturday, july 27, 8pm est. if you have multiple characters but would only like to participate with one of them, please clarify that ASAP otherwise i’ll assume that you want to participate with all of your characters.

on saturday night, i’ll divide the people participating with a random generator, and half of the characters will be “bidders” and half will have baskets. if you have multiple characters, i’ll try to make sure you can have one in each category, math permitting. 

people with baskets will be notified and required to submit a description of their basket by sunday, july 29, at 5pm est. 

following that, the baskets will be posted and “bidding” will begin, i.e. the bidders will send me their top 2-3 baskets (number fluctuating depending on how many people participate). 

on either tuesday or wednesday, depending how quickly people get back to me, i’ll post who got whose basket and you’ll do a picnic day para with that person. 

this could fail completely, but it could be kinda fun, who knows ! humor me ! LIKE this post if you want to participate. 

[margaret-vanzin-blog]

Maggie had never been a fan of forced social gatherings, but she was used to them after years of opening night ballet galas and mandatory dinner with her parents’ friends and supporters. So she maneuvered the room with ease, moving seamlessly through the headmaster’s office, slipping between pairs of chatting society members as she made her way towards the chairs near the grand fireplace. It was kind of the headmaster to gather them all together for a low-stress event, especially after the high-stress goings-on at the school of late. Even still, it was as though after Quentin’s death (murder, she reminded herself with a slight shiver), the whole world had shifted slightly, tilting a few degrees the wrong way. Just enough to notice that the atmosphere was different, somehow. “It doesn’t feel right,” she murmured aloud, her heartbeat fluttering in her chest.

[florencevanzin-blog]

     Florence was taking a BIG RISK.  Having already arrived fashionably late, the youngest Vanzin didn’t demand center stage as she usually would.  Instead, she kept to the edges, able to slip in and out of the party when she pleased.  Each time she reentered, there’d be yet more money in her clutch, and yet another happy customer.  To more than a couple of Ashcroft’s elite Imperium, a cocktail party wasn’t a cocktail party without something to sniff in the toilets  -  even if they were doing it under their headmaster’s nose.  Florence herself hadn’t been able to resist the odd bump or two...  or three,  and was now sipping a fruity looking concoction and swaying to the music.  “Don’t you just want to dance?”

[theclasshq]

this marks the beginning of our dashboard event ! for now, all posts on the dashboard will pertain to this post. here’s what you need to know:

please put current threads on hold. feel free to drop ones that are growing stale and save the ones you want to continue to your drafts until this weekend.

post all open starters to #class:event but you’re welcome to use our (somewhat broken) starter tag as well. send your starters to the main so i can be sure to archive them on our starter blog.

closed starters are totally fine, but be sure that you are interacting with everyone and responding to all open starters as well. i’d love to see lots of open starters on the dash.

please let me know if you have any questions !

[juniperalexander-blog]

juniper alexander; orpheus bonfire outfit

theme song -----> would i?

[laurelmattison]

laurel mattison ----> orpheus bonfire outfit

[aiinsworths]

text !

Parker: hey

Parker: i'd come over and chat but it's a little crowded and private conversations aren't exactly possible

Parker: how you holding up?

[emmaawoodss-blog]

Emma Woods at Bonfire Night. 

[viclinists]

open starter.

– “OH MY GOD!” odette exclaims from where she’s seated on the terrace after sneaking away from the classroom for a moment. she spits out her drink, liquid spraying everywhere. she’s never learned how to take a shot. “that’s disgusting! never mind, i don’t want to be rebellious.” it’s whiskey that astrid gave her once, years ago at this point, that she found while packing her toiletry bag. when she rediscovered it, she considered drinking on campus for the first time – anything to put her to sleep and help her calm her nerves. everything about sleeping in the same cramped room with all of her classmates sent her heart racing along with the other threats and drama. all she wants is to forget. and perhaps it’s unlike her to act like this, but fuck it. she doesn’t know who she is any more. apparently, whoever she is doesn’t like whiskey. 

[secretceremvnials-blog]

marinette beaulieu → bonfire outfit (alternate image)

[ashcroftuni]

Dear students,

As you may imagine, I’ve been in close contact with the Cromwell family over the past few weeks. We’ve found it to be quite fitting to re-do the East Wing and create a memorial for Quentin on our campus. I think most of you will understand why that’s necessary, and the memorial seems a fitting tribute to a student who touched the lives of so many of you. Quentin is still greatly missed, perhaps even more so as time passes. 

There will be several fundraising efforts throughout the next few weeks – the Cromwell family is contributing to the project, but it will require your contributions as well. As a result, our regular summer semester dance will be a ticketed event. Student council has decided that this year’s theme is masquerade, so suit up (or mask up) and come out to support the cause, I suppose. 

I know that this has been a difficult and confusing time, and I appreciate all of you for sticking to your studies and reminding me why Ashcroft is such a wonderful school full of the most driven people I have ever come across. Unfortunately, I do not have any updates as to the whereabouts of Lydia Tran, but please contact the authorities if you know or hear anything at all. 

Best, Warren Ashcroft. 

damn, you guessed it ! our event is a fucking MASQUERADE dance, so big points if you love cliches. this is a great time to plot those cases of mistaken identity, but also...be nervous. you never know who’s going to be lurking under the masks and there’s definitely something ominous about the theme considering there’s a killer still at large. this isn’t a cinderella story. ANYWAYS, the event will begin monday, july 8, at 4pm est and carry throughout the week. i’ll decide whether to wrap it up before the weekend or after depending on the flow of posts on the dash. once again, if you want to post event outfits, you can use the #classevent tag and you’re definitely welcome to plot things pre-event. super excited to do this with all of you !

[sophie-cromwell]

“okay   come   on   then...truth   or   dare.”   the   youngest   cromwell   proposes   with   a   smirk,   currently   sat   criss   cross   applesauce   upon   her   sleeping   bag,   “might   as   well   make   things   interesting.”