<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sR7A3kr.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Dr. Randall DuQuesne<br/><strong>Location</strong>Laertes Hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>All<br/>Randy's soft face creased heavily as he looked around the main staircase of Laertes Hall. Black and Purple streamers hung from the ceiling, the banister of the double staircase was draped in black and purple, and several banquet tables laden with snacks and punch bowls were similarly attired in black and purple. Along the staircase, girls on the left and boys on the right, were the emblems and colors of the four halls: Ophelia and Kassandra, Laertes and Hektor. He hummed happily as he bustled making the final touches. He ladled a bit of punch into a bamboo cup and sipped to make sure it had not been spiked since his last inspection. He moved along making sure the bits and bites to eat were good. It certainly didn't need to be perfect, but it shouldn't be shoddy either. To expect perfection was to produce failure and flaws, so the large dormfather only wanted his charges to relax and mingle.<br/><br/>Turning, he marched over to a mirror against one wall and checked his own image. Loose fitting jeans, heavy boots, and a flannel shirt that would have been right at place in the small, rural Montana town he'd gone to high school in. Also an outward indicator that this was not the classroom or any other formal occasion. Chaperoned, yes, but casual. He ran a hand through his curly hair and checked his appearance carefully before moving to the closet with the dorm's sound system. Typically used for announcements and alerts, it was rigged to channel music instead. Randy set it to play a top forty mix off of Spotify. It wasn't his music, to say the least, but the night was for the kids not him. If any wanted it changed, they'd let him know. Or at least the kids from his hall would as most knew he was a big teddy bear.<br/><br/>With the room hopping finally, he moved to the large double doors that lead into the hall and threw them open to the early evening air. As expected, a few early birds were waiting or approaching. He smiled at them,<strong>"Come on in, kids. Snacks on the table, plenty of room to dance, and some decent punch. If you need anything, find me and let me know."</strong>Turning, he noted several of his hall residents descending the stairs from their wings. Randy walked toward the door to the kitchen to see if he could find the other professors chaperoning tonight.