Post by Arus Valentine on Sept 16, 2024 12:21:54 GMT -7
September
Arus was sitting in the back of a black tesla as it drive through the streets of downtown Wisteria. His UBER driver, a solemn looking man in his fifties, was focused on the road as he gently glided in and out of lanes to get to their destination. Arus's face was lit up by the dim light coming from his cellphone. He was reading an email he had received on his teacher's account.
Good evening,
We, the admin team of Panacea, would like formally like to extend an invitation to our 2024-2025 beginning of the year social! We are ecstatic to announce it will be held at none other than the Stardust Café. This hot social junction is owned by our very own Walther Menon. I also hear he is quite a chef as well, but I'll digress. We want this year to be another wonderful year and we figured what better way to kick things off, then by having a social for all our new teachers to comingle and get to know their new coworkers. There will be punch, food served by the café and catered by local restaurants around the area. We hope you all have a merry time and lets start off this new year with some panache shall we? Looking forward to seeing you there!
Panacea Admin Team
Arus blinked his eyes heavily. Reading on such a small screen in poor lighting was causing his retinas to hurt. He shut the screen off and leaned back into his seat. He looked up through the tesla's roof. The light pollution from Wisteria hindered his vision of the night sky, but none the less he stared up as he thought to himself. He hadn't been a teacher for long. Actually, this was his first year at the profession, but he was pretty sure Panacea was doing things he would never see at another establishment. One of these amazing things was the social gathering the school was hosting for the faculty at the Stardust Café. He had heard from other people that the café was owned by one of the members on staff, but was also a former student themselves.
A smile sneaked it sway onto Arus's face. He searched his memory for some abstract clue from the past to remind himself if there was a place like the Stardust Café back then. Memory is never concrete. It ebbs and flows like the waves of time. Amorphous and always out of reach when needed. His dive into nostalgia netted him nothing. He couldn't recall if there was a popular social junction during his time as a student. If there was, then he probably wasn't privy to it, since he was a self imposed social pariah then.
Memory lane for him stopped, when the tesla came to a stop in the middle of a block. The driver looked into the rear view mirror and spoke in a gruff voice, "Here we are. Have a good night young man."
Arus exited the tesla and gave the man a nod before responding, "Thank you and you be safe out there as well."
The man responded with his own nod before pulling away from the curb and driving off into the city. Arus unlocked his phone, tipped and rated the driver before slipping the device back into his pant's pocket. He had no idea what to wear to this function, but he figured if it was for teachers to socialize and gather, then casual formal was probably a safe bet. He had a regular white shirt that he threw a black blazer jacket over and a pair of black jeans on with some regular white tennis shoes. He walked up to the cafe's door and took a breath before pulling the door open to walk inside.
Upon entry into the establishment his senses was bombarded with balloons and music from the nineties. People he recognized from the hallways and teacher's lounge were greeting him and shaking his hand. He smiled in the most polite way he knew how and greeting everyone he came across. In one section of the place, he spotted a lounge area that was occupied by some of his colleagues who were, from what he could tell, in a heated game of charades. Others were grabbing real estate ranging from tables to walls as they held their own conversations with one another.
He had somehow navigated his way to the punchbowl and was fixing himself a drink when one of his colleagues approached him, "You thinking about turning that punch Irish?" The man said as he clinked his own cup with a metal flask. Arus smirked a bit as he gave the man a nod and held his cup out towards the man. The man let out a hearty laugh before pouring a bit of the liquid from the flask into Arus's cup. "Sip gently my boy. That stuff will put some hair on your chest."
Arus thanked the man before walking over to a table underneath one of the televisions that displayed "Welcome Teachers!" on its screen in neon flashing colors. He took a moment to take in the ambiance of the room. He took a sip of his drink. His eyes widened slightly from the kick of the alcohol. That guy was not kidding when he said it had a kick to it. He placed the cup onto the table, let out a cough and patted his chest gently with his fist as he waited for the burn to pass.
Arus was sitting in the back of a black tesla as it drive through the streets of downtown Wisteria. His UBER driver, a solemn looking man in his fifties, was focused on the road as he gently glided in and out of lanes to get to their destination. Arus's face was lit up by the dim light coming from his cellphone. He was reading an email he had received on his teacher's account.
Good evening,
We, the admin team of Panacea, would like formally like to extend an invitation to our 2024-2025 beginning of the year social! We are ecstatic to announce it will be held at none other than the Stardust Café. This hot social junction is owned by our very own Walther Menon. I also hear he is quite a chef as well, but I'll digress. We want this year to be another wonderful year and we figured what better way to kick things off, then by having a social for all our new teachers to comingle and get to know their new coworkers. There will be punch, food served by the café and catered by local restaurants around the area. We hope you all have a merry time and lets start off this new year with some panache shall we? Looking forward to seeing you there!
Panacea Admin Team
Arus blinked his eyes heavily. Reading on such a small screen in poor lighting was causing his retinas to hurt. He shut the screen off and leaned back into his seat. He looked up through the tesla's roof. The light pollution from Wisteria hindered his vision of the night sky, but none the less he stared up as he thought to himself. He hadn't been a teacher for long. Actually, this was his first year at the profession, but he was pretty sure Panacea was doing things he would never see at another establishment. One of these amazing things was the social gathering the school was hosting for the faculty at the Stardust Café. He had heard from other people that the café was owned by one of the members on staff, but was also a former student themselves.
A smile sneaked it sway onto Arus's face. He searched his memory for some abstract clue from the past to remind himself if there was a place like the Stardust Café back then. Memory is never concrete. It ebbs and flows like the waves of time. Amorphous and always out of reach when needed. His dive into nostalgia netted him nothing. He couldn't recall if there was a popular social junction during his time as a student. If there was, then he probably wasn't privy to it, since he was a self imposed social pariah then.
Memory lane for him stopped, when the tesla came to a stop in the middle of a block. The driver looked into the rear view mirror and spoke in a gruff voice, "Here we are. Have a good night young man."
Arus exited the tesla and gave the man a nod before responding, "Thank you and you be safe out there as well."
The man responded with his own nod before pulling away from the curb and driving off into the city. Arus unlocked his phone, tipped and rated the driver before slipping the device back into his pant's pocket. He had no idea what to wear to this function, but he figured if it was for teachers to socialize and gather, then casual formal was probably a safe bet. He had a regular white shirt that he threw a black blazer jacket over and a pair of black jeans on with some regular white tennis shoes. He walked up to the cafe's door and took a breath before pulling the door open to walk inside.
Upon entry into the establishment his senses was bombarded with balloons and music from the nineties. People he recognized from the hallways and teacher's lounge were greeting him and shaking his hand. He smiled in the most polite way he knew how and greeting everyone he came across. In one section of the place, he spotted a lounge area that was occupied by some of his colleagues who were, from what he could tell, in a heated game of charades. Others were grabbing real estate ranging from tables to walls as they held their own conversations with one another.
He had somehow navigated his way to the punchbowl and was fixing himself a drink when one of his colleagues approached him, "You thinking about turning that punch Irish?" The man said as he clinked his own cup with a metal flask. Arus smirked a bit as he gave the man a nod and held his cup out towards the man. The man let out a hearty laugh before pouring a bit of the liquid from the flask into Arus's cup. "Sip gently my boy. That stuff will put some hair on your chest."
Arus thanked the man before walking over to a table underneath one of the televisions that displayed "Welcome Teachers!" on its screen in neon flashing colors. He took a moment to take in the ambiance of the room. He took a sip of his drink. His eyes widened slightly from the kick of the alcohol. That guy was not kidding when he said it had a kick to it. He placed the cup onto the table, let out a cough and patted his chest gently with his fist as he waited for the burn to pass.