SGA President Lyubov Kovalchuk
Bowling Bash! [Everyone Invited]
Mon Dec 30, 2013 01:54
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Lyubov was a perfectionist at heart. This had been the case throughout her childhood and still rung true today. Perhaps overly concerned at how their first Pearl Street event of the year was going to turn out, she had been increasing the intensity of their bimonthly meetings leading up to it, outlining fresher checklists as new ideas occurred to her, dividing up extra responsibilities among the seven SGA representatives, and even consulting with Professor de Villiers more than she usually would. But at last, after all the hard work in those carefully planned meetings, the blonde found herself standing in the aptly named Strikers: a bowling alley situated a convenient five-minute-or-so walk from the bookstore that housed RMI's elevator entrance to the Muggle world above their heads.

Shortly after lunch, she had arrived with the elected representatives of the SGA to set up the bowling alley. Surveying the room now, her feet turning from side to side in a slightly awkward shuffle from the unfamiliar weight of bowling shoes, Lyubov nodded to herself in satisfaction and flashed her fellow representatives a cheery smile. "We're ready to go, I think." And, ugh, but these shoes felt weird, more so by the fact that she was wearing a pair of fitted pants (helpfully loaned to her from Ika) with them instead of her usual skirts, as a conversation with Ika had led to her roomie's assurances that skirts were inappropriate for bowling. At least the alley was looking great, though. That definitely made up for any clothing discomfort she was experiencing.

The large bowling alley was divided roughly in half. One half drew immediate attention as it contained the bowling lanes themselves, the side walls as well as the occasional pillar between lanes decorated with tinsel garlands and banners in the colours of the four RMI Houses. In contrast, the other half of the room would likely catch the eye of those students less inclined towards the sport of bowling; there was an array of curved booths and tables for chatting in, as well as an open area in the middle, where the softly-flashing coloured lights overhead presented the option of some casual dancing. Speakers throughout the room were playing light Muggle music, and the open cafe counters behind the booths offered a long row of pizzas and drinks to choose from for anyone wanting a bite to eat between rounds.

Strikers would be open to the students of RMI from three o'clock this Sunday afternoon onwards to the evening. As a general rule, first- and second-years weren't allowed to go on Pearl Street by themselves, but today was a special exception and the younger students would have the opportunity to come up. However, they would be chaperoned the entire way by some teachers and older SGA members who had volunteered to accompany the first- and second-years in groups on the elevator and walk them the few minutes it took to get to the Pearl Street bowling alley. The other SGA members were free to mingle with students at the alley and bowl as they pleased. Lyubov would join them later, but for now she took her position behind the front desk, where as Student President she had offered to help hand out bowling shoes alongside the Strikers employee on duty for the day.

"Jacob", as his nametag proclaimed him, was a Muggle with bleached hair and a stud through his eyebrow, probably in his early twenties by her estimation, and completely oblivious to the number of magical citizens passing by right under his nose. Straightening her own name tag that was pinned on to the front of her red blouse (she had encouraged the other SGA representatives to wear name tags as well, though she doubted that all of them would comply), Lyubov smiled agreeably at his request and picked up the pair of shoes he had gestured at, setting them down in front of the most recent student to stop by the front desk. "Welcome in, and have fun!" 'And let the games begin,' she added privately to herself, hazel eyes watching the lanes with interest in between handing out the bowling shoes. Bowling was something that the Pureblooded witch had never heard of prior to planning this event; she hoped that the other students were having as much fun playing the sport as she was watching them.




OOC: Greetings, folks, it's time for a bowling party! All godmodding in this post has been done by permission. Do remember that Strikers is a Muggle bowling alley and no magic is allowed to be done here. But, hey, even without magic bowling is still pretty exciting, so let's have some fun! Happy writing!

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