#astorevent02

Time: 8 PM

Location: camping grounds

Availability: @yoonmason​

You dropped something

If it weren’t for the Kensingtons’ compelling rebuttal to Agata’s statement of absence for the year’s Halloween fest, the lawyer-to-be would have been holed-up in her dorm, avoiding all social interaction to study instead. It wasn’t that Agata was trying to be an overall misanthropic person - after all, she had a network to broaden - however, the past event had proven her that the grounds of Astor had become a battle plain between the mysterious gang called Arsonists and the higher powers. No one was safe, especially her - an accused nonconformist. For the sake of her studies, since she longed to graduate, proceed to law school and become one of the most influential lawyers and female leaders in the industry, Agata wanted to hide. She was, however, convinced by her peers that she couldn’t let Halloween Fest go by without participating. It turned out that unwanted attention from the student body, and a heated interrogation by Arthur Astor wasn’t enough to defeat the need to live her best life in college.

As she neared the source of the heat during that chilly Autumn night, Agata clung to her baggy windbreaker. She was about to make a straight beeline to the roaring bonfire ahead when she felt the sole of her sneaker land on a solid item. She quickly lifted her foot and bent down to check. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that someone had lost their phone. “Oh!” She exclaimed and picked it up. She wiped it against the material of her jeans and monitored the area for the owner. The closest person to her was a male student who had his back turned to her. He didn’t seem to have lost anything in her point-of-view, but despite the uncertainty, Agata approached him from behind and tapped his shoulder to catch his attention. “Is this yours?” She asked with brows slightly raised in wonder. She held the phone out to him and waited for a response.

Camp Night turned out to be far more successful than Florian expected. The atmosphere in the academy following the failure of the back-to-school mixer and investigations had felt somewhat restrained, as if the students found it necessary to be more careful than usual. With the help of time, however, things must have fallen back naturally to how they used to be and all that was left in the past. The student body became keen again on the current events thrown by the school, which Florian could see now as the headcount grew larger and larger. He hoped there would be no shortage of cocoa for the evening.

 With a warm cup in hand, he maneuvered his way around the trees and the various clusters of people, sometimes stopping to chat with the people he knew. When he saw that he was about to empty his cup, he moved to the long tables where the hot beverage was being served. Then he noticed a shrub of purple flowers a few feet away. His course changed, and he walked towards the blossoms with fascination. He gazed at them with utmost attention for a while, entranced. Only when he heard a pair of shuffling feet behind him did he speak.

“Don’t these look like lavender to you? I think they’re lavender. They’d be perfect for tea,” he exclaimed proudly. “Either that, or it’s an entirely different plant and could potentially be poisonous...” he continued more thoughtfully, pursing his lips.

Time: 10 PM

Location: camping grounds - Reese Kensington’s tent

Availability: @reesekensington​

Conspiracy against the Coterie

It was a night of smores and spirits, scary stories by the fire, and mingling in the comforts of people’s tents and makeshift seating from reaped tree-trunks. After her recent encounter with the ever-so-sarcastic Mason Yoon, Agata recouped her main agenda for the evening which was the seemingly conspiratorial one-on-one with Reese Kensington. It took them a whole month to finally meet up for two reasons. One being was that she already had a planned sleepover with one Kensington the night Reese wanted her to come around. The second reason was that they needed each other during the next academy-wide event in case something was brewing in the background. As much as Agata wasn’t keen on the idea of having Reese as an alibi in the event of another ensued Arsonist scheme, Reese was by far the only person she could relate to in the sense of being accused. Sure, there were others who were interrogated and seemed innocent, but out of the few chosen Reese was the only person who came to Agata’s aid.

She had passed by several tents, checked a few, and had even come up against a few couples making-out . It took her some time to find the right one but she had eventually located Reese, alone in a cozy tent. “There you are!” She hissed, the flap of the tent lifted upwards by her arm. “All the tents are identical. Someone asked me if I wanted in on their swingers party.” She murmured, unable to hide the trauma in her expression. She ducked into the tent and zipped it halfway before getting comfortable inside. “Sorry for being fashionably late.” She said with a nod. “I had a little chance encounter with someone who was very tenacious.” She admitted as she recalled her earlier interaction. “Were you up to much?” She asked, nodding over to Reese.

Chaos ensued as fire began to rapidly spread around the grounds for Astor’s camp night, one tent after another catching flame as students ran around, trying to get away and to get to safety. Daniel had been standing away from the tents, by one of the bonfires in his search for food, but he saw the commotion, and he saw some of the students trip and fall as they ran, and some screaming as their clothes caught fire. It was enough to sober Daniel up, and it was just as well, for the chaos caused Mira, who was right next to Daniel when the fires began, to fall on her wrist and injure it, and he quickly took her to the nurse’s office where all of the others who had sustained injuries were gathered, and left as soon as she was settled in search for Florian and Vera. In the middle of the ruckus, he completely lost Florian and he only hoped both him and Vera were okay. 

He began his search for his two best friends, trying to stay calm as he wondered where they were. He also couldn’t shake the thought that there was something else going on that evening, because the fire spread too much too fast for it to be an accident. Just as he was thinking about how this couldn’t have been the fault of the Arsonists-- they hadn’t gotten any red envelopes recently, after all-- his gaze landed on a familiar face and he sighed in relief when he saw that she was visibly alright. Still, he couldn’t have helped but asked. “Maggie!” He ran towards her. “Are you okay? You weren’t injured or anything, were you?”