Dresden Academy

Who: Prof. James Walsh, Prof. Templeton Morse, Madelyn, Tina, Anastas, Hawthorne, Cinna, Addy, Bernadine, Carly, Marina, Luka, and Sighard.
What: The professors begin the Dresden Inquisition in an effort to figure out who was behind the office party.
When/Where: During the day April 2nd. The respective offices of Professors Walsh and Morse.
Rating: SFW


It didn't take very long for the headmistress to feel her blood pressure reach an all new high. The students had done an impressive job of ruining her office and it was clearly a highly organized effort if only a handful of them had been caught.

She needed to set up the inquisition and she had two professors in mind who could do it quickly and effectively. She let them into her office to see the handiwork done and gave them the names of the students who had been caught covered in paint returning to their dorms in the wee hours of April 1st. ( From there they could ask the entire student body or simply weed out the obvious troublemakers to make an example of; either way she wanted this resolved. )

Who: All of the students
What: The kids pull of a rather impressive protest/April Fool's prank
Where/When: Jillian Hulett's office. After curfew on April 1st.
Rating: NSFW

It took Luka exactly one afternoon to formulate a plan. The timing was almost perfect and after spit-balling around with Sighard he had a grand smirk on his face. The students would be ripe for rebellion by the time he activated the plan that Sighard codenamed: Hurricane Hulett.

They were going to have a party during their grounding. They were probably going to get caught. The upshot was that they'd all be there and as their headmistress said, she couldn't very well expel the entire student body. But the best part was that they were going to do it in Jillian Hulett's office.

( He devised a charm with his top advisers that would allow the students to stand vertically on all of the walls and ceiling to maximize space. )

Who: All the cheerleaders except Carly
What: A decision is made about the leadership struggle
Where: Cinna's dorm
When: Evening of March 23rd, when the Spring Fling Dance should have been happening
Rating: Language and adult themes

What should have been the Spring Fling instead became a quiet night in for most of Dresden Academy. With the revocation of freedoms and the imposition of forced curfews the campus had become depressing and quiet of late.

( None were quite so affected as poor Cinnamynn Thompson. )

Who: Marina, Cinna, Carly, Tina, Prof. Olivier, and the cheerleading NPCs
What: Cheerleading practice is going "great" after all the tensions Carly's stirred up and things quickly denigrate.
When/Where: Thursday, March 8th. The quodpot field.
Rating: NSFW (extreme language and cat fighting)


Marina was about to punt Carly in the back of the head.

If it weren't bad enough being a general bitch to everyone all the time anyway. Carly seemed to have perfected the art of taking out her social frustrations out on all of them at practice. "Have you always been this useless?" she asked one of the younger girls. "From the top until Rachel gets it right."

( Marina groaned and rolled her eyes toward Tina. )

Who: Hawthorne and Cinnamyn
What: Thorn comes to a very adult decision.
When/Where: Friday, February 24th. Her house.
Rating: SFWish, language


Hawthorne spent much of his vacation cultivating an impressive migraine. It was the result of thought, introspection, and poor morale.

He'd texted his various ladies (as a result of them texting him first) and decided he'd need to have deep, serious conversations with them. He was in over his head, so much so that he was turning to his best friend for help. The problem with turning to his best friend being that it was Luka; that boy was in no mood to help someone else sort out their love life.

( There was always the option of hashing it out with Abby, but wasn't that messy too? )

Just to keep it streamlined, here's a post for texting that happened over Mid-winter break.

Be sure to put in the subject line who the text is to and from and if you want include the time.

And remember: texts have a maximum of 160 characters.

ENJOY!

I was a bad monkey and forgot to do this. Pretty sure there were some party fallout texts and other such nonsense.

Who: EVERYONE
When: Monday, February 22nd
Where: Castle Ford, Lake Luzerne, NY
What: Cinna throws a birthday party for Bernadine and Abby. CHAOS ENSUES.
Rating: Let's just say probably NSFW


Cinna tried hard to keep secrets, she really did. But somehow, through someone, her super secret surprise birthday party for Abernathy had become known, and people from all corners were asking questions about it-- when was it, where was it, what should they bring, if they could bring a friend... before she knew it, word of a giant bender she was organizing over holiday had gotten out, and everyone in the school seemed to think they were invited. She was pretty sure some of them didn't even realize this was specifically for Abby's birthday.

She gave up on her awesome idea of a small, cozy bash and informed her best friend (actually Bernadine, as she had still not figured this out) with a rather sheepish face that she was maybe possibly accidentally hosting a giant party... at Abby's house. On her birthday. And that everyone was coming. Everyone.

( Somehow, Bernadine convinced Abernathy that this wouldn't be such a disaster. )

Early in the morning of Valentine's Day, before the students roused, owling booths were set up in the main corridors of Maple and Oak Halls as well as outside the student dorms. There, students could purchase candygrams from Apple’s Sweets or roses from the Herbology labs, which were then sent anonymously or with a signed note to crushes and loved ones. Purchases are only available to be made between class or on breaks, but will be delivered throughout the day.

With the start of a new year, things tended to be a little hectic. January tended to be quiet events-wise, to give people time to get everything under control and get themselves sorted to deal properly with the second semester. But when February rolled around, that all changed. That all-important holiday, St Valentine's Day, was just around the corner, and the Events Committee was sure to let everyone know about it.

This year the dance fell a few days before Valentine's itself. Great big heart-shaped posters appeared all over the school, inviting everyone to don their cutest outfits and join in a celebration of fun and romance on the evening of Friday, February 10th in the ballroom.

On the night in question, the ballroom was awash in shades of pink and red. Candles and spotlights had been charmed to take on the colors, and the ceiling was covered in heart-shaped balloons, some of which were also tied to chairs and tables around the outside of a spacious dance floor. The walls were decked with streamers (again in pink and red), and in the corner a DJ was set to fill the room with every 80s ballad ever recorded, a bubble-blowing machine at her side to cover the dancers.

On the morning of December 31st, Cinna was up bright and early making sure that everything was prepared for the giant party she was throwing later that evening. She hadn't specified any start time, thinking people would show up whenever they like knowing full well that the fireworks were on at midnight (after all, it was a New Years Eve party, and people weren't completely stupid).

Along with Independence Day, New Years was one of Cinna's favorite holidays. She just loved fireworks, and having the holidays at opposite ends of the year meant that they could be experienced in different ways. One was all about summer barbecues, and the other was about getting tipsy and ridiculous with friends.

She decisively banished her parents to their end of the house once the first guests arrived. She didn't need their help-- people could get their own food and drinks out of the kitchen and entertainment areas where it was all laid out and ready for the taking-- and she certainly didn't need her mom ogling all the teenage boys about. Or worse: Them ogling her back.

She offered silly tiaras and noisemakers to everyone, and put the leftovers in piles on tables for when it was closer to midnight, or when people were just drunk enough to want to play with them anyway, and wandered around to say hi to friends.

Just to keep it streamlined, here's a post for texting that happened over Winter Holiday break between students.

Be sure to put in the subject line who the text is to and from and if you want include the time.

And remember: texts have a maximum of 160 characters.

ENJOY!

A little early, but at least this way it's up and I won't forget about it during real life holiday madness

Every year Christine Allen set up the annual gift exchange, something a little different from a secret santa.

Students could drop presents by her office the week before the official exchange. Some packages were anonymous, some from parents who wanted their kids to have a little gift basket of snacks to finish off the semester, some were from professors or fellow students who wanted to share in the spirit of the holiday season.

By the end of the week she'd send out a fleet of little owls inviting anyone who received a present to drop by her office Monday afternoon to pick it up.

The events committee pulled off a rather impressive decorating scheme given their limited budget this year. Old silver and blue candles lit every alcove, sparkled above students heads as the floated around the ceiling. A spell created snow that fell among the candles and dissipated just as it reached the shoulders of the students partying below.

Recycled ribbons and streamers in a wintery palette draped on the walls, off the back of chairs and the small stage that graced the far end of the ballroom. Tables were draped with cloths in various shades of icy blue, some silver, some pristine white (at least until the students managed to spill their beverages).

Music hummed in the corner as a local cover band warmed up their instruments. The usual spot for photographs was set up just inside the doors. Professors wandered around the periphery, making sure the students were on their best behavior, though as these things usually ended up, the students were a lot better at misbehaving than their professors were at stopping them.

To: All students and faculty ([undisclosedrecipients]@dresden.edu)
From: Cinna, Queen of Mars (cinnamynnthompson@dresden.edu)
Date: December 2, 2011, 12:29 PM
Subject: Winter Social!


Hi everybody! Can you believe the year is almost over already?! Crazytimes! Anyway, it is ONE WEEK until the Winter Social (and then another very important day but that is a whole different email AND YOU GUYS BETTER NOT HAVE FORGOTTEN MY BIRTHDAY) so just a reminder that as usual, this is a FORMAL event. You know the drill.

NO JEANS
NO SNEAKERS
NO FLIP-FLOPS
NO BASEBALL CAPS
NO T-SHIRTS

It also means NO ACTING LIKE A FOOL. As with all events at Dresden, our lovely teachers will be chaperoning the evening, so please remember that any misbehavior is likely to be spotted and punished. No booze, no smoking, no fighting-- you know, the usual. PDA isn't technically against the rules, but you know some melvin is going to go cry to a teacher about it if you're playing grab-ass all night.

(Yes that was cut-pasted from my Prom email-- so sue me!) I will see all you lovely folks around and in your finest next Friday!

Love,
Cinna! <3

Just to keep it streamlined, here's a post for texting that happened over Thanksgiving break between students.

Be sure to put in the subject line who the text is to and from and if you want include the time.

And remember: texts have a maximum of 160 characters.

ENJOY!

Who: Hawthorne, Cinna, and Bernadine
What: Our happy halloweeners wake up the morning after a serious night of debauchery.
Where: 'Abernathy's' dorm room
When: Saturday October 29th, morning.
Rating: NSFW at all.

When Cinna woke up fuzzy-headed after the secret Halloweenfest afterparty, it didn't come as much of a surprise. There was more alcohol on offer at that one event than at every other event during the year combined.

( Where she woke up was a bit more of a surprise. )

Out on the far side of Lake George, just far enough off campus to allow apparating for those that could, was an old, abandoned boathouse. Many, many years ago it had been used by one of the families in the area but over time it fell into disrepair, forgotten by all. Except for the enterprising troublemakers of Dresden Academy, that is.

What had once been an elegant exterior was now covered in vines and graffiti, windows shattered and boarded up against the snows and rain. The upstairs had been a small apartment, presumably for the family to stay overnight on fishing trips. Now it was a gutted series of connected rooms and a dirty (but functional) ensuite that provided an ideal party venue for the kids who wanted freedom and mayhem all in a conveniently sheltered location. The downstairs had been storage for the boats, leading into the lake via a gently sloping ramp. The exterior doors had long since been sealed, and the dark, dank, cobweb-filled cavern of a basement had sat empty ever since-- save for the brave young lovers from every party who would take any opportunity for privacy.

( No one was really sure who organized the secret afterparty for Halloweenfest every year. )

To: All students and faculty ([undisclosedrecipients]@dresden.edu)
From: Veronica Cantrell (veronicacantrell@dresden.edu)
Date: October 16, 2011, 5:59 AM
Subject: Quidditch Team Names

Dear students and faculty,

I think it's time we shed our Quidditch team monikers of A and B. Frankly I'm sick of being called Team B. As president of the student government, I propose that we give our teams proper names.

I will be accepting nominations for team names this week and will choose only appropriate suggestions to vote on. Feel free to email me with as many ideas as you might have.

Thank you,
Veronica Cantrell
Student Government President

Homecoming, as the first major school social event of the year, was always met with great anticipation by the students. This year the Events Committee had decided on a theme of 'At The Movies', and the ballroom was decorated appropriately.

A long red carpet led into the hall, and just before entering into the dance itself, a 'paparazzo' would take portraits of the attendees, on their own or in couples or groups. The red carpet continued into the ballroom itself. Small tables with black and white decorations peppered the outside of the open center of the hall, which was being used as a dancefloor. Balloons covered the ceiling, and a refreshments and snacks table sat off to the side, guarded at all times by a vigilant adult.

A small podium was elevated on the opposite side of the dancefloor from the drinks table; where the 'Oscars' would be announced and given out. Towards the back, a small area for the entertainment. The local band Vampira had been hired again, after attempts to coax the students into performing (for free) had failed.

It didn't matter though. The night was young and sure to be, as always, a roaring success.

[OOC: Hop in anywhere you like except for the Homecoming Court slot. Save that for the winners!]

To: Cinnamyn Thompson (cinnamynnthompson@dresden.edu)
From: Abernathy Ford (abernathyford@dresden.edu)
Date: September 26th, 2011, 7:10 PM
Subject: Quick question

Do I need to go to this dance thing? And please, for the love of all things holy, don't vote for me.