Log: Ongoing

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

When; Jan. 26 (night)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Open
Summary; The Inauguration Affair for the Co-Wardens blasts off with a sabering of the champagne.
Log;

[ooc: Open log for any chars who wish to attend, label threads as you wish as necessary. Let's try to keep physical confrontations at a minimum since the Police Force and Palace Staff will be providing security. Food and drink and entertainment provided! The announcement says midnight but obviously interaction can extend beyond that (backlogged, forelogged, and inbetween ♥)]

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Rincewind + Free Food = OTP

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, Rincewind was there. He was even acting as though he had every right to be there. Which he did, of course, but the urge to skulk was well-ingrained.

Still, a canape here, a hors d'oeuvre there, a glass of champagne, and then another...

Don't mind the trunk following hard on his heels.

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

He turned from his present conversation at the sound of scraping plastic.

"Sir, you there," Charming smiled while noting the trunk, "are you with the entertainment?"

Re: Rincewind + Free Food = OTP

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The nosh was edible. That was good news. House picked and poked at what he could find. You can't go too wrong with reliables.

Medical presence to an inauguration party funds would be heading to redecorating Emmett's redecorations. It's a worthy cause.

There were other vultures flocking to the layout. You put out food and... Cane touched against an unexpected obstruction.

"Is that a trunk?"

Open to anyone

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

These events were always the same.

Show up, lead the band, grab a cup of punch, go home. Play a rousing and elegant set, then finish it off with something that Prince Charming would hate. Zoot Suit Riot, maybe? Blue wished he could have been a zoot suiter, but he spent the forties in trousers and vests. Besides, he was definitely too blond.

He was sitting on one of the platforms, his trumpet on it's stand, the meager but decent band following his lead. The skin of his chest, raw and healing, pulled just a bit.

After a rousing medley he got on the trumpet himself, pulling the band a little tighter together. They could have used another couple of days, but they weren't that bad. Decent, even.

The set break was coming and Blue finished, then trotted down the steps of the bandstand to talk to people until his next set started.

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

Please anything but that. Charming had been in Fabletown for less than ten years and already he knew the musician's M.O. when it came to events like Remembrance Day... and his inauguration as mayor... and Snow's wedding. Nevertheless he noticed Blue coming down from the platform and waved. It was a gesture: Keep up the good work.

You Did Say Anyone <3

[worthyofhislove.livejournal.com]

Gabriel drifts through the other attendees. Not committing to a conversation for too long, not out of disinterest (though some talk is quite inane) but driven to meet and greet.

Citizens gathering in revelry, the positive energy was contagious. The angel couldn't help thinking that their energies could be shifted to a more righteous cause.

One does what one can. There isn't a need to be so reproachful just yet.

The music was especially enjoyable. No surprise. Boy Blue was blessed with talent. Gabriel paused, savoring the fine music and equally pleasing champagne.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

Fly had to ponder about grabbing a glass of the offered drink for Blue. His eyes had, at some point, fallen on the one who'd brought for the accusation on Blue's... suiter, and so he eventually decided against it. Instead, when he trotted up to speak with his friend, he brought a full plate of hors d'oeuvers. "The deviled eggs are really good," was his greeting.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And he was still sticking to the walls and windows an hour later, enjoying the music (specifically Blue's music) but not interacting much. It had a little to do with Charming, Gabriel, that Flycatcher fellow, and other more sociable people taking up Blue's time. Let them. He could admire the golden boy's groomed good looks and tuxedo from afar.

Besides, did he really want to be seen with someone who came to the celebration in jeans and leather?

[wishyuumay.livejournal.com]

The band was not bad, and while she preferred the more traditional Japanese melodies, Yuuko could appreciate the talent of the lead trumpet. She'd not met him yet, in person or on the City Network, but that was not surprising seeing as she'd been in the City for less than a week.

She watched as he finished up his set and left the stage, catching his eyes briefly and raising a small toast in appreciation, her smile firmly in place.

[slightly-knurd.livejournal.com]

Commander Vimes was not happy. This was hardly different than most of the time, but here he was unhappy and he was at a social engagement, which made it worse (or perhaps that was the reason why).

He didn't eat anything, he didn't drink anything. He watched the windows for signs of a body or a crossbow aiming at him, nodded to a few of those he recognized from around headquarters, and otherwise let the night go on, anxious to leave the moment he arrived.

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

Leave the socializing to the experts. Charming noticed Vimes' ever dour self near the walls. He raised a hand, gesturing like he did to Blue: Good work, old man. You're doing well!

[not-alaska.livejournal.com]

His attempts to be inconspicuous were making him obvious in the brilliantly-lit ballroom. George had only heard descriptions, but it was pretty obvious who the grumpy one of the two guests of honour were.

Weaving her way through the crowd with practiced ease, she made an effort not to corner Vimes, not looking to intimidate or coerce. His posture and attitude reminded her of her father, had he been senior enough to be forced to go to these sorts of things. Policemen were not politicians.

"Mister Vimes? George Blake, new arrival. Congratulations."

[worthyofhislove.livejournal.com]

On Gabriel walked. Dresses and suits and conversation abound. The angel wore a simple, tailored tuxedo while flowing with the attendees. While looking over the interior--this was a rather decedent if, not beautiful--of the palace came upon a rather stern face.

For the first time this evening there was a genuinely amused smile. "Not one for social gatherings?" This was...? Ah, yes the second warden, himself.

[evilsincebirth.livejournal.com]

No matter how pleasant he looked in the outside, Dietrich was mind-numbing bored. Nobleman as he was born to be and with the role of destroying trust in the Court as hobby he could have taken up, social calls formal as this was bored him. They were more Isaak's taste. To drink, smoke and pat backs.

Boring, boring, boring.

He waved at people and gave his greetings, before slipping to drink bottled water and taste no food. Who knows how many sauces and fillings contained alcohol? A mistake he overlooked while staying in Vienna that wouldn't repeat itself here.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Dietrich wasn't the only wallflower in the bunch. The Corinthian's attire of choice wasn't exactly inconspicuous either... Formal meant trading his blue jeans for unstained gray ones and his white-shirt for a white button down shirt. On top of it all he still wore his black leather motorcycle jacket. Fuck penguin suits, that was his motto.

Teeth eyes hidden behind black shades took Dietrich in from head to toe. Funny habits, that one. He remembered him from his trial last year.

Come socialize with the hot Eastern Witch♥

[wishyuumay.livejournal.com]

It was rare that Yuuko attended events such as these, though she was no stranger to them; her shop and the events that surrounded it recently usually commanded her attention enough. Here, in this place, however, things were different and she might as well enjoy herself while hitsuzen granted it.

Besides, there would be free champagne tonight~

Her lips curving upwards in a private smile, Yuuko walked into the brightly lit room. If nothing else, this would be a good time to check out her market at large. She helped herself to a champagne flute and stood back to surveyed the hall with amused red-gold eyes.

[ooc: Wearing this (http://www.kimihiro.net/images/gal/CLAMP_and_manga/color_illustrations/il50.jpg), for those curious.]

Hey, want a tagalong?

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

Doumeki usually wasn't much of one for these sorts of things, but then...one never knows what could happen at a ball. The last time he had gone to one, he had met Rosette, and that in and of itself was monumental.

So he went, maybe not dressed in a suit, but dressed nice enough in a pair of tan slacks and a dark shirt, he looked perfectly nice. Having stopped by the food table first (of course), he turns his attention to the crowd, easily spotting Yuuko. She's not that hard to pick out, especially for someone who's used to looking for her. So picking up a cup of punch (though it might be spiked by now, but meh--), he heads over towards her.

[noodlesickness.livejournal.com]

Gurgle.

"....Hnn."

Gurgle. Gurgle. Swish.

"Mn.."

Gurgle.

So much food, so much variety - he didn't know where to go next. All he knew was that his stomach was empty and he was happy to have something that wasn't noodles. But that left him with too many choices, so he just stood there for a good five minutes, empty plate in hand. What should he go for first? The little cocktail weenies? Or how about those stuffed shrimp poppers? Oh, oh! There were even little small deserts. So many choices!

Gumshoe smiled and snatched a few of the cocktail weenies first and plopped them on his stereotypical red-plastic plate before grabbing a few other finger foods. There was champagne too, but he wasn't the kind of guy who liked all that fancy stuff, so he avoided them as his fingers hovered over the table, looking for more little goodies to grab.

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

"Try the Camembert," said a British accented voice from the side.

Nicholas nodded to the slices of cheese fanned out in a spiral. "If you enjoy that sort of treat," he smiled to Gumshoe, dressed in a handsome and tailored tuxedo himself, platinum band on his finger. His tone of voice suggested otherwise, casual and not one to enjoy being stuck in such a party (even though he was a member of the hosting organization).

[bee-dot-tee.livejournal.com]

Machiko took one look around her and tried not to feel too out of place. Once, more than six years before, she'd been entirely at home in situations like this. But even if she were still comfortable at an inaugural ball, she wouldn't have been comfortable here.

This world was just too strange for her.

She snagged a glass of champagne and took a sip. At least that tasted the same. But somehow, she didn't doubt that drinks from other worlds would make an appearance.

She flashed her coached smile at anyone who made eye contact.

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

"BT.... BT?"

Charming called her name from a short distance, blue eyes squinting at first to make sure this woman was indeed the one he'd met on the network.

[not-alaska.livejournal.com]

Free tiny glasses of champagne, free tiny bits of food; forced politeness and mild embarrassment all around; it was like being in a little piece of Washington. Which didn't mean she liked it, but it was an old annoyance and firmly stamped down by practice and necessity. The only difference in her usual attire was a little extra makeup and leaving her hair down, but since it happened so rarely it often left her looking like an entirely different person. She had never felt completely comfortable in dresses and now that wrinkles and such were starting to make themselves known she was even more loathe of bearing her skin. And it was extremely hard to hide a gun in a dress.

She smiled and shook the hand of anyone around, a simple introduction and the ensuing small-talk flowing from her lips without ever involving her brain. All the time she was keeping an eye out for the people around whom the party moved. The powerful ones, the important figures: those were the ones she wanted to meet.

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

Maybe that's why all three from their world had decided to attend. In Washington, showing up at one of these was a statement on civility and influence. Nicholas Brocklehurst had a little bit of both, more of one over the other. He was dressed in a simple classic tuxedo, no different from the one he wore days before first meeting George Blake.

Blue eyes caught her ginger red hair from a distance, and Brocklehurst smiled to her over his glass of champagne.

OPEN

[sciencedaughter.livejournal.com]

[Security detail. Nemu had taken Brocklehurst's instructions to heart, as she did all orders. They were to be followed, and she was a follower. Without Mayuri-sama, she followed others, but only followed still. It was a black tie affair, and she dressed accordingly, black dress, with a modest neckline just hinting at her full bosom, hanging to curve until it hung loose to her ankles, loose in case she needed to move quickly, though she still wore the low heels she was accustomed to doing everything in, even fighting. With the black dress, the only thing actually different about her seemed to be that she'd left her hair down, curled slightly from the constant braid and framing the soft, blank face as she circulated among the crowd.]

OPEN

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Gregory House saw a crying shame in heels. He stood from afar and went through the reasons why anyone, any woman, would want to willingly go to a party of this prestige and dress like she were hiding.

Oh. Working.

"For a minute, I thought someone died."

ooopen

[worthyofhislove.livejournal.com]

There was no question. Even with the trial looming ever closer, Gabriel was going to attend the warden inauguration party. Formality was not a worry at all. The prospect of issue or pretrial confrontation on the other hand was a concern.

Boy Blue and The Corinthian were intelligent and tactful enough to not speak or bring to light any kind of incident. The rabble on the other hand, there was no telling that, the archangel thought dressing in a tailored tuxedo. A dress, though appealingly beautiful was not a favorite choice whatever contradiction the flesh had.

A night of fun, that was what Gabriel wanted, trivial and perhaps a shred of selfish but a possibility. Ah, well at least champagne.

Re: ooopen

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

It was almost instinctual that she was drawn to the woman; though that woman looked highly endogenous. She wasn't actually sure what the woman was. It was probably because she didn't know her, but she did want to meet her; since she hadn't yet.

That and it was probably her socialite instincts.

She made sure to keep an eye on Thomas - not because she felt he would be uncomfortable - he was probably just as easy in this situation as she was, it was more because, quite frankly she wanted to. She blamed it on her caretaker instincts.

When she reached the woman she offered a bright smile. "Hello; my name is Waverly."

Open like yeah.

[shit-stings.livejournal.com]

Budd stood at the edge of the crowd, working the perimeter, security, arms crossed and glass in hand. He was in a tuxedo, with was enough, without his hat and sporting newly-cut hair, fer chrissake. Somebody somewhere had better be impressed with his attempt at being professional, god dammit.

There wasn't anything even going to happen here, he figured, but money was money and it wasn't like he had anything better to do, anyway.

Open like yeah.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

He wasn't as easy to spot as she thought he would be initially. In fact, the assassin recognized her former colleague by the logical posts where security should be. When Elle did spot him, she ghosted in as much finesse as her dress allowed to stalking closer. She wanted to see him before he saw her.

Wait. What? A haircut?

Oh fuck to stealth.

[chosenbychoice.livejournal.com]

When she moved it was more a glide than a walk. She was dressed for the ball in a simple yet elegant red dress that showed her curves but didn't put them on display for all the world to see. She was alone but completely comfortable with the fact. With a practiced eye she glanced over the crowd, looking for those who might be in positions of power that she could introduce herself to. It was time to make connections in the City.

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

Far be it for Charming to pass up an opportunity to meet such a beauty face to face. He spotted her from across the hall and cut his own smooth and ever so polite swath through the crowd to Selene.

"Good evening," he greeted, "I hope you're enjoying it."

The Bar

[ex-janvalent852.livejournal.com]

Dressed in an all black suit ensemble minus the tie and without his trademark hat, the younger Valentine looked roguishly handsome. Waiting for his order of rum&coke, Jan leaned up against the bar. Yellow eyes watched with interest the nearby dance floor. He preferred the free form style of clubs, but ballroom was alright if you could find a decent partner.

The Bar

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

So there was a full bar. Elle sighed in relief. Now we're talking. "Can I get a whiskey sour?"

Was that? It was. "Hey Jan." That hat was not permanently part of his head after all. Someone should have a camera.

To the North Deck

[razrsharp.livejournal.com]

Hours later, after making arrangements for the staff to close the Palace up without his help once midnight should roll around, Brocklehurst was briskly making his way through the party, saying thank yous but not goodbyes. He didn't care to let them know his plan to duck out early, as promised to Styles. But where was Christopher? He hoped the other hadn't gotten himself into trouble with George. Nicholas didn't feel like dealing with crime scenes tonight, and they were the only ones he knew who could commit one under security's own nose. They knew his methods, one more so than the other.

To the North Deck

[under-secretary.livejournal.com]

It was late, and Styles had already undone his bowtie, letting it hang around his neck. He spotted Brocklehurst coming and smiled a bit to himself.

"Hello," he said softly. "You look lost."

Open

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

Her mind was still on Doris. Not knowing what was going on was driving her near mad with worry. There was a small part of her that wished she could enjoy one night, just one night without fretting over something, but she realized how selfish that thought sounded and pushed it down further.

She had an inkling of what it was, but she hoped to heaven she was wrong. Doris didn't need to deal with that stalker right now. Heaven, she didn't need to deal with him - it - at all. Her hands bunched into tight balls; causing marks into her flesh.

Calm down Waverly, calm down. You know Doris would kill you if she knew you weren't enjoying yourself because of worry. She knew it was true; still, her hands clenched and unclenched all the same.

Poor Thomas. He didn't need a date that was distracted; and he looked so very handsome tonight. Focus Waverly, focus on something else. Oh look! People. Aren't they all cute? It ... wasn't working.