#astorevent03

[astoracademyrp]

Astor Academy welcomes you home, Astor’s Beloved!

Invitations were sent out, RSVPs were responded to, deliveries for the preparations began. One of the most upheld traditions of Astor Academy is welcoming back the people who once spent their time walking down the corridors as students. This year’s Alumni night is hosted by Astor’s very own batch of ‘97, and, just like every year, things are looking to be as grand as always. No expenses spared for the homecoming of the Astorians! 

Date: July 3, 2020  Duration: 1 week Details:

For the duration of this event, players are to write older characters (35+). They will be alums from Astor Academy who have come for the annual alumni dinner hosted at the academy.

Players may choose to write more than one character for the event, granted that one of those characters be POC.

You may play your main character’s parent or relative, but you may also not. It’s up to you! We’d love to see whoever you come up with!

Interactions between main characters and alums may also take place. After all, there will be some students who will be assigned as ushers/usherettes! So you can definitely plot that out so that your main character could have an interaction with your alum character, or someone else’s alum character!

We won’t be requiring you guys to write full fleshed out bios. Just some bullet points of info so that others can get to know them as well! And we definitely encourage plotting, because surely there characters will have some history with each other!

Threads not related to this event do not have to be out on hold, but we do encourage everyone to write starters as their Alumni Night characters.

Please send in your character’s names and face claim so that we can compile a list.

For this event, please tag starters related to this event with #AstorAlumni, as well as #AstorEvent03.

We would like to ask everyone to please make sideblogs for your alumni night characters. You may begin plotting for this event as early as right now!

[bartholomew-czerny]

date : july 3rd, 2020 location : dinning hall, west wing availability : open !

Bartholomew didn’t come to Alumni Night the past years for multiple reasons. One being that he wasn’t able to get there, being in another continent. Another being that he was too busy, or that he forgot about the invitation. But this year, there wasn’t any conflict in his agenda and he felt like not going would be rude and ungrateful to the academy that gave him the chance to become what he is now. So he drove back to Astor Academy for the first time in years. 

The memories came back so suddenly when he parked his car in the same spot as he used to. He remembered how pressured he was, between football, classes and parties, and his secret affair with his teacher. He has always been good at functioning in situations with stress or anxiety. But now that his life had different problematics than ten ou twelve years ago, he wondered how he was able to do it. He fixed his suit and proceeded to join the party. 

The place hadn’t change. Except from the theatre, he had heard, and he was curious about it. He put a note in a corner of his mind to go take a look if he had the chance. But for now, he was heading to the west wing. Which, if he remembered, was not where the last Alumni Nights took place.  He presented his invitation and was guided to the dining hall there. He was supposed to meet some of his old college friends that night, some who texted him, confirming they will be there.

[nyxclarke]

open Nyx sighed as she looked around the hall full of glittering, glamorous crowd. She was already regretting choosing to accept the invitation. What was she expecting? A rave scene like the ones she held in her dorm room during her days at Astor? This lot looked like had gagged on their youth and come out looking old and desperate to please. The dress code was too posh to be to her taste and the people looked far too stuck up to be considered interesting. 

But then, then only other option she had would be to sit at home and play scrabble with Melora. She hated scrabble but if she didn’t play Melora would either throw a fit or wail her lungs out till Nyx gave in. She knew she needed to break up with the woman but she had no idea how to approach it with her without it turning into a full blown massacre. Sighing, she turned around and leaned against the bar. 

Just as she raised her left arm to motion at the bartender, she felt someone else hand overlap her own. Surprised, and slightly indignant, she turned around to look, but was taken aback by what she was greeted with. It was rare to see someone with features as arresting as the face in front of her. “Hey hey hey, wait your turn,” she said before smirking and shrugging nonchalantly, “If you’d been patient, I’d have bought you a drink by now.”