Unexamplar Behavior [profs/open]

[megan]

outfit!

Megan had agreed to chaperone the school dance for one reason and one reason only: she never missed a good party. And if this year's masquerade ball was anything like last year's, it was definitely going to be a good party. Clad in a brilliant red that stood out in the darkly elegant room, Meg had been prowling the outskirts of the event for a while now. Mostly she putting on an act, pretending to observe the students for any misconduct. Truth was, she was simply trying to make it look like she was doing her job so that later on when things went from "perfectly civil" to "wildly out of hand" she would at least be able to say she'd tried without having to lie through her teeth.

The idea of Megan Zamorski being a good chaperone was utterly laughable. She was far from being the most professional of teachers, and chances were she would be right in the thick of the trouble, egging it on, rather than trying to stop it. Her dress alone was more low cut than was appropriate, the plunging neckline stopping just above the waistline. And considering she was drinking the punch (which had already been spiked) rather than attempting to dispose of it or steer unsuspecting students away from it, it didn't take much to realize she wouldn't be doing any real chaperoning tonight. If anything, she probably needed a chaperone more than most of these kids...

The art professor made a short pause at the punch table to refill her cup. Then she ran a hand through her hair, adjusted the ruby mask that had two large, quill like feathers attached to it, and started another loop of the Great Hall. What she really wanted to do was dance, her hips swaying with the music as she walked. It wasn't quite time to completely cut loose though. The night was still young, and considering the fact that everyone was masked she wasn't quite sure who were other teachers and who were students. She would play it safe and do a bit of mingling first before allowing herself to make a complete fool of herself. Because if she kept drinking this punch and gave into her usual party girl tendencies, she would indeed be making a fool of herself before the night was up.

[quinn21]

Outfit

Kathleen agreed to caperone the party as she would take pictures of it as the picture booth was her idea. Parties was not her idea of fun but if she would stay out of the spotlight and no one brought attention to her she was fine. It was hard to take pictures with her black mask on so it was on her forehead sometimes to get an easier shot.

Though as she moved to get another view on the dance. She saw the Art professor as she didn't introduce herself. It made her nervous just thinking about it, so she was glad for the mask to cover her face and the camera as she was capturing the dance as these moments you don't want to miss as it something to look behind. Also this was her first year at the school as a teacher and she heard this was her second year. So that was also made her very nervous.

Putting her back mask on as she wore her black dress, to show her slim waist but it give it an elegant look. With the camera by her side as she was looking for another to shoot as she didn't want to bring her attention to Megan as she only looked at her for a short period before looking back at the crowd.

[megan]

The good thing about people at parties was that there were always a small handful that were easily recognizable, even if you did not personally know them. Megan was one of these sorts of people simply because it was hard to not make her personality shine through in everything that she did. Other people, however, were subtle in their personal statements. Like that blond talking to a guy who clearly had the mark of a military man. Eyes and hair color were easy to identify on some people as well, a few students clearly ones she had glimpsed in passing but never had had the honor to teach. And, of course, there were those identifiable by their chosen accessories, like the woman with the camera who seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

Intrigued, Megan made a beeline towards her fellow professor. It was probably not what the other woman wanted, but she was the first person she'd been able to definitely identify as a non-student. With the kids too wrapped up in their own party plans and not wanting to talk to the chaperones anyway, talking to a colleague would be a good way to pass the time since she had already grown bored with watching students.

From what she could recall, Meg knew that the was the photography teacher. Her name was Kathy or Kaitlyn or something like that, and she was as new here as all the first year students. Despite working in the same department, the pair had barely met due to differing schedules and who knew what other underlying reasons. Ah well, no time like the present to remedy that. Waving a hand in the photographer's general direction, Meg grinned from behind her mask and bypassed introductions, launching straight into a conversation. "Some party, huh? Looks like we both got roped into chaperoning."

[quinn21]

Kathleen saw the art professor coming her way as she then looked away quickly. Cursed herself as she then silently panic to herself, she took a small breath as she wouldn't know what to say or do in this type if situation. Since students were easy to talk to, since she could think lots of ways to struck up a conversation. Seeing her wave in her general direction. She then knew she was supposed to wave back so she did though it was more nervous then relaxed.

Not knowing her name as she never met this women, but it was clear by the way she was dressed that she liked to flaunt what she had and she no problem with that as she prefer to dress the way she did. Trying to come up with something to say

"yes, i guess so. Well I didn't mind since I could take pictures and keep it for a scrapbook you know. Umm..my name is Kathleen but my friends call me Kate" She offered her name as she was thankful for the mask as she could say something stupid and have her not being able to remember her face since she didn't see it.

[megan]

"Kate, right," Megan smiled, offering a hand to be shaken. Her smile was kind, and even with a mask hiding her eyes it was easy to see that she was simply out to have a good time. Megan was very at ease in this sort of setting; parties were an environment she thrived in. Ever a social butterfly, she sloughed head first into a conversation she had yet to realize was not what the other woman really wanted to be engaged in.

"You teach photography? I'm Meg, Megan Zamorski. I've got a couple of the drawing and painting classes. I'm surprised we've never really met before, being same department and all." She took a sip of her punch, letting her gaze wander about the room. It really was a lovely party so far. The students were all getting along well and thus far nothing had gone wrong. Megan couldn't help but wonder when things would start heading south of the border.

ooc: horribly sucky post. so sorry >.e

[The Headmistress]

Outfit

The masquerade ball seemed to be going well so far. The students seemed to be enjoying themselves quite thoroughly. It was a break from their normal routine after all. Most easily welcomed a change to homework and classes. The music was too loud, though. Far too loud for the headmistress’ ears. To compensate for this, the woman spent a greater deal of time away from the large blaring speakers. So far her plan seemed to work well enough. While on her prowl, Lillian made sure to keep those students who danced too close together one foot apart. It was a standard dancing space. Why did the students feel the need to be pressed up against one another as if their lives depended on the other person’s warmth?

Not much was happening thus far. Excluding the music, the night was relatively quiet. No one seemed to be getting into a fight over a lovely lady. No one seemed to be getting too crazy and just going wild. That was always a really good thing, actually. A wild student plus powers equaled a very bad thing. Spying two chaperone professors, Lillian made her way over to the two women and offered them a masked smile. They would have to be fools to not recognize her. Not many other students dressed in old women dresses (that did make her look sexy regardless of her age), had grey hair, or rounded in at a big 5’4”.

“Good evening ladies. Enjoying yourselves? Thank you for taking your time to chaperone the ball. Trust me, your help is greatly appreciated. Haven’t seen anything going on tonight, have you?” Her British accent filled the air momentarily as a song ended. The two female professors seemed to be introducing themselves to one another. While Lillian made it her duty to know just about everyone, others didn’t share the same idea. It surprised her whenever that came up in conversations. Lillian would mention another teacher only to get a vacant expression. The same question ‘Who?’ would soon follow. Sighing, the woman watched the pulsating crowd of students. Not everyone showed her dedication.