tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

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

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.

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?"

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.

Blue waved back with a smile. He knew that Prince Charming was onto him, but what could the new co-warden do to stop him, really? He would end the night with Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. Maybe.

Or It Don't Mean a Thing if it Ain't Got That Swing. That was another good one.

Rincewind's eyes widened in a flash of whites before he shook his head. "No. I'm not. I'm a guest."

He essayed a low-wattage smile. "Congratulations?"

Not much, except to waltz up to one of two of the only people from their world. He wore a white number himself, no different from the day he won the Fabletown election.

"That's a good suit, Blue. God knows you might ruin it dancing."

That trunk still looked suspicious to him. "Ah, my mistake," he nodded while offering Rincewind a hand, "Prince Charming."

The Co-Warden's eyes lit up. "Thank you."

The trunk sidled up alongside Rincewind and appeared to be eyelessly eying Prince Charming. Amazing how something without a face could appear to be glaring.

Rincewind glanced down at the Luggage and pushed it back with his foot as he took Charming's hand. "Rincewind."

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.

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.

Charming was accustomed to dealing with enchanted objects. He knew a glaring broom, plate, book, or trunk when he saw one. He gave the inanimate object a brief quirk of his brow then gripped Rincewind's hand for a firm shake.

"A pleasure, Rincewind. I hope you're enjoying yourself," he offered a winning smile.

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!

He glanced over, catching Charming's eye and giving a noncommittal nod back, reaching in his pocket to light up a cigar, tense and alert. Let the prince socialize. He'd hang around to make sure there wasn't an attack on either of their lives, and then back to the headquarters he'd go.

He intercepted to say the least, for now. It was Charming's job to socialize and make contacts after all, even if this one was the source of Blue's blues lately. Prince Charming acted none the wiser as he approached the angel.

"Sir," madame... "and how do you find yourself faring this evening?"

He pulled his collar aside briefly, showing the bare skin of his neck with another nod to Vimes. It wasn't meant to be a lewd gesture. More or less Charming was letting the commander know they had security watching their backs in the absence of magical shirts.

Introduction was hardly needed. This was Prince Charming without a doubt, and he must know of the trial and Blue--they talk on the network frequently after all. Refugees from the same world probably.

"Very well, thank you. Congratulations to you and your colleague. I haven't seen him yet to tell him myself." Gabriel too knew the value of a benign smile and exchange of pleasantries.

Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes and then drew heavily on his lit cigar, exhaling a breath of smoke, holding up two fingers to his eyes, then pointing at Charming's back.

You'll thank me when I stop someone putting a knife in that back of yours. Absence of paranoia didn't do much when you're dead.

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?"

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.

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.]

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.

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.

She sipped at her champagne slowly, just warming up to the evening. It was good champagne, which in itself was enough to lift her mood.

As her eyes moved lazily through the crowd of people, she caught a familiar tall figure walking over. Her smile widened.

"Doumeki-kun~ Don't you look handsome tonight."

"Thank you, Yuuko-san."

Doumeki stopped as he reached her, sipping a little bit from his glass of punch. Definitely spiked. "You look nice as well."

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