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When; Sunday, August 23th at 7pm, Angelo Amore
Rating; PG-13? Somebody'll be cursing, I guess.
Characters; All City General Employees and their guests
Summary; Free food, open bar, hot coworkers. Who doesn't want to work here?
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Tables are set, the drinks are flowing, the music's turned up, and Angela's happy. Of course, she's happy with any decent party, but this one is her baby. With a little help, she's managed to throw together this little shindig and even coax a few wallflowers into showing up. It's not a Jeffersonian employee get together where she'd know who's who, who's the new kid on the block and which employee was sleeping with another employee, but everybody's a stranger to each other at City General sooner or later. Tonight's the best time to get to know each other.

With a handful of nibbles in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, this girl is going to work the room and mingle like the professional mingler she is.

[ooc: Backdate, threadjack, etc. etc. etc. all you want.]

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There's a reason Cuddy's catch-all password is "partypants." She loves letting loose. Questions of whether or not this place is real, how to handle the curses and other headache-inducing issues can wait. Dressed in a gorgeous black dress (http://img209.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=31886_PeoplesChoiceLisaE_122_529lo.jpg) she bought on a shopping trip with the other female hospital employees and already just a little bit tipsy on a glass of wine, she feels confident, beautiful, and ready to have a good time.

"Hey, Hot Stuff," was Angela's greeting to Cuddy. She could tell the other woman was already buzzed, but nobody was being a tattletale. Definitely not Angela, who planned on getting at least somewhat intoxicated herself. Cuddy's dress passed Angela's approval, though it was less colorful than her own blue paisley number. But that was okay. Angela rocked enough colors at one time to make a rainbow jealous.

"Meet anybody interesting tonight?" And by interesting, she means 'willing to sleep with'.

"Hello, Doctor!" Shader said. "That? Is a great dress."

McCoy stood sullenly by the bar, eying the room silently. Why was he even here?

Nothing better to do, mostly. Most of the crew had up and left now; Jim had landed himself a girlfriend, of all things. He figured he might as well make some gesture at socializing with his coworkers for as long as he'd be stuck here.

Of course, his idea of socializing involved standing by the bar and sipping the offerings. Which was fine by him. He wasn't hiding, just not going out of his way.

Angela knew why she wass here, like she needed an excuse to party. Plus this party could work out careerwise if she was stuck in this place for life. Make the best of everything was her motto.

A handful of people get a hello or a hug or both as a greeting for her and a thank you for showing up. There are a few small talk conversations just finishing up as her view narrowed in on one guy standing off to the side by himself. She didn't know him and he didn't know her. Perfect victim.

"Save some for the rest of us," she laughed as she made her way to him. "I'm Angela."

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Well, he granted that a little smirk as he raised the glass in greeting. He took a quick sip of it and eyed the rest of the bar.

"I don't know, I think there's more than enough here to take out everyone's liver," he grinned a half-grin at that, extending the hand that didn't have a glass in it, "Dr. Leonard McCoy. It's a pleasure."

"That's what I thought, but then Radiology descended upon the vodka like locusts and I don't think there's much left for the rest of the class." A nod to the bartender got her usual starter rum and coke on ice and she sipped on the drink as she shook his hand.

And added as humorous afterthought: "Tell me you don't work in Radiology because I'm already on their bad side by asking if they had x-ray vision. Some people can't take a joke."

That gets a short, mostly-silent laugh out of him, "No... surgery, actually, when I'm not helping in the ER. I hear you work with the, ah--" there's a polite enough pause here; he just has trouble applying the term to the City, is all, "--technology here?"

"Something like that. It keeps the rent paid."

Not that she didn't try her much rather preferred position when she first got here, but something needed to give. At least in IT, there were no blood and guts, decapitated heads or the random body part being analyzed.

"Been here long?" Angela attempts at small talk.

"You look like you're expecting an outbreak of Karaoke," Shader said with a grin. She ordered a whiskey.

"I certainly hope not," McCoy responded in feigned horror, "I'm afraid even I don't have anything to treat that."

"Earplugs," Shader suggested. "Followed by a sack of rotten tomatoes. Doctor McCoy, right? Did you get your medical bag back?"

There's a snicker for that, "I think I mean the condition that would cause someone to decide to engage in karaoke."

He nods, giving her a scrutinizing glance for a moment, "I am, and I did... and you're Dr. Shader, I presume?"

"I'm not sure there's a cure for that condition, except avoiding cruel friends and inebriation in that order," Shader says.

"You presume correctly. Aside from medical equipment thieves and weird curses, how have you been?"

"Sound advice for just about anything."

"Been better," he admits, grumbling, "We're down by four crew members now, just two of us left in this damn place."

"Pretty much," Shader agrees.

"That's too bad," Shader said. "But at least you're not entirely alone?"

While Thom had never been much of a social butterfly, he figured that showing up for your company shindig was the polite thing to do.

Besides, it might help him get more comfortable with the names and faces of his coworkers. So, there he was with a plastic cup of punch, leaning against the wall and people watching for the time being.

The promise of decent food, well-dressed women and drinks make this function appealing. In fact, those are the three reasons why he's here. Slumming it with the crew that he sees every pop-in at the hospital does not tickle House's fancy. For this occasion he's in a suit, no tie. If he's going to blow this Popsicle stand and hit the bar, he doesn't want to look like a penguin. Worse yet, a wedding party escapee.

Oh look, baby quiche.

It hardly needs to be said that Wilson's wearing a suit and a tie; the man wears a tie to work every damn day, after all. He'd hardly dress down for the event. Likewise, it's not exactly a surprise to him that he tracks House down by the food.

"Well, this explains the distinct aura of a misanthrope who's been lured - by the siren call of free food and an open bar - to a party full of people."

The man likes his munchies. Stock piling his particular small version of the goods on his plate, there's no neat way to run from Wilson. As much as he could run anyway.

"Distinct?" House takes a fake whiff at himself. "I bathed." Auras of course are not something perceived by any of the five senses. Oh the supernatural. "And it looks like someone is looking to hobnob and bump knuckles with anyone to get a feel for the familiar."

Wilson just shakes his head at that; for all his judgments, he already has a glass from the bar that he takes a sip from before any verbal response is offered.

"It's a party. A chance to enjoy other people's company, get to know one's colleagues and peers as actual individuals... this is another of those Most People conversations, you know."

He's probably on his second drink, at least that is what House would figure if he were to spare a guess.

Most People conversations. Have an eye roll, Wilson. More for the collection. "Most People small chat something like this too right?" Mmm, fancy pigs in a blanket.

If House had spared a guess, he'd be right. Due to issues he's certainly not about to mention, it's also Wilson's last drink, so he's going through it rather slowly.

He's got plenty of those, too, but it's the thought that counts. "Hmm. Do Most People talk to their friends when they're at a party? Why, I think so, yes."

Ooh, House found something good there. Wilson's going to go ahead and grab a few of those pigs in blankets, too, thanks.

From the conversations Angela has had with Cuddy, she didn't expect him to show up. A room full of people he would have to be nice to? Even that would have been too much for Angela to ask of House and she's only met him face to face once.

She doesn't speak to him when she sees him; all she does is stand near him hoping she can grab a plate without getting into a verbal battle of wits with him. He can be another person on the list of Princeton Plainsboro people she will never talk to ever again.

Yes, baby quiche. He needs to leave the rest of the platter for her.

With a light sigh and a push of his glasses, Aion roamed the open area with Lilith by his side. It was amusing to think he would be able to attend such a party, full of doctors and employees alike, without questioning. Perhaps Lilith was right. He needed to get to know just the 'right' type of people. The only compromise was the formal attire that Lilith had chosen for him to wear to match her white sari, which she received as a gift from a friend. At least it would act as some form of disguise he supposed. He glanced towards Lilith and carefully observed the people she interacted with.

Lilith reached out for Aion's arm to guide him into a ground he wasn't familiar with. This was her environment and the faces she worked with everyday, a crowd that were hardly in the type of business the Sinner enjoyed. Her choice of dress was peculiar, instead of a western clothing, she donned the white sari (http://www.flickr.com/photos/30387698@N08/2839714356/) that Megumi had bought her as present during the shopping trip. She didn't mind European fashion, but she simply looked better in the wardrobe from the lands she was created.

"It's time I make the introductions," she said to Aion, smiling earnestly. He moved in complete different circles.

Aion allowed her to guide him around as he took note of different people in the crowd. A grin crept across his lips as he noticed some weren't human which was always interesting. He softly answered her as he took a glass from a waiter passing by.

"All right. Are these people all doctors or are they assisting the hospital through other means?"

"It's a mix of admin, doctors, and support staff," Shader says. "The lady who organized this is a computer tech."

"Security, even maintenance," Lilith adds to Shader's explanation. "And their guests."

"I see." Aion thought for a moment. He was certain, the cat girl was already speaking to those who could help out their cause unless she wasn't telling him everything. Looking at the faces in the crowd, he knew some had to be involved in something more than just 'taking care' of patients. The trick was to find out which individuals.

"With a glass of wine, people are bound to have a looser tongue. Shader, see if you could find out anything useful."

"Because really, I'm secret agent girl," Shader said. "A high class femme fatale even." She moved to give him a one-armed hug and then wandered off toward the bar.

"Cannot you treat this as a normal social outgoing?" Lilith asked reproachfully sending a frown at Aion's direction. "At least for the first hour? We've just arrived."

Aion slightly returned the gesture as he watched his comrade go off towards the bar. He tilted his head towards Lilith when she scolds him and gave a smirk.

"Aren't social outings meant for this purpose, to get to know the people around you? Don't think others aren't aiming to do the same." Violet eyes darted at her, he made his point as he took a sip of his drink. "Though that's not to say I won't be having an enjoyable night, Lilith. Now, why don't you introduce me to some of your friends."

Glancing through the crowd, Solomon spied a familiar face.

He turned to the woman on his arm, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Marishka, have you met Lilith? She was responsible for helping me find employment when I first came here... let's go say hello..."

Marishka looked around curiously. She really didn't know anyone here at all. But she was used to that after her master's parties.

"Mm...no."

"Well, let's remedy that, shall we?"

Smiling brightly at his date, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and led her through the crowd.

It took but a moment...

"Lilith~ my, but don't you look lovely this evening... I think this party was long overdue, don't you?"

The chevalier gave a slight nod towards her escort, an acknowledgment of the other man's presence before turning his attention back to the women.

"Allow me to introduce my date, Marishka. Marishka, this is Lilith Sahl, an exceptional talent here at the hospital."

Although for less nefarious purposes, Lilith mentally added to Aion's reasonable remark, wishing he would relax for one single evening. She respected his scheming nature, though she thought it unhealthy to the degree he embraced his plotting.

She sensed the pair approaching before they introduced themselves, by the corner of her eye, she had observed the movements of the party, in case security was necessary and sporadically minding the position of the guests for their safety. Lilith turned and smiled, extending her hand to shake Marishka's. "What a pleasure to meet one of Doctor Solomon's friends. This is Aion. He agreed to join me this evening."

Aion noticed the same pair drawing closer and carefully observed the two with a grin. Taking from his greeting, he seemed like one of Lilith's colleagues, quite the bubbly type but something about him gave the sinner another impression.

He glanced towards the man's date to acknowledge her presence while extending his own hand for the other man to shake. He returned a light smile as he focused his attention on Solomon. "A pleasure to meet you, doctor. Solomon, was it?"

"Why yes... Solomon Goldsmith, to be more precise." He smiled pleasantly, firmly shaking Aion's hand. "A pleasure to meet you."

His head tilted slightly, assessing the other man's appearance. There was something about him that Solomon liked immediately. Whether it was that air of distinction that Aion seemed to possess, or some deeper essence that felt like a mixture between his old business partner Jez, and his friend Luke... he couldn't say.

But he was rarely wrong when it came to judging others, a talent that had led him far in the business world. And the fact that his esteemed colleague, Lilith, had seen fit to bring him to the party... merely confirmed what he was thinking.

"Have you been in the City long, Mr. Aion?"

She smiled as she nodded to each of them. They both did not smell human. So interesting. Her eyes almost lit up at the thought but she said nothing.

Instead, she rested her head on Solomon's shoulder fondly.

"So nice to meet a friend of Solomon's."

Lilith noticed that Marishka's parlor wasn't from a human being, not quite, but she didn't care for that. To her, all were equals and people alike. Boys would be boys, she thought, noticing a degree of interest in the way Aion and Solomon regarded each others. The doctor was a good person, Aion could use a friend.

"How did you meet Doctor Solomon, Marishka?" she asked, giving her an easy smile.

"Any period of time spent here is long enough, don't you agree?" Aion slightly hinted with a sly smile of his dislike for this world, though really any normal person would prefer their homeland. He allowed the other to take it as he will. There was still much to pry for how the doctor felt. Especially a man who would allow such a date to drape herself over him. He could sense that she was more than a human, if a human at all.

He kept quiet to listen to Marishka's answer, curious himself as to how they've become acquainted. The Doctor and the beauty. Interesting, truly interesting to say the least.

The smile left Solomon's eyes, even though his pleasant expression otherwise stayed firmly fixed. "Yes... how true." At one time he thought this world was a virtual paradise, giving him everything that he could have ever possibly hoped for... but it was an illusion. One that was cruelly ripped away.

But feeling Marishka's body so close, he was drawn out of his thoughts. She had that miraculous effect on him, especially recently. Eyes sliding over to peer at the long soft hair framing her face, he awaited her answer. It was good for her to socialize more, healthy for her mental state to widen her circle of friends.

And she did look quite distracting...

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"Mmm...He arrived and I said hello." That was how they'd met. She remembered it well. More so now that they were close.

"Solomon works with you?"

She didn't understand anything about doctors. It was something that mattered so little since she didn't need one. She didn't get ill and her injuries healed when she consumed blood.

Lilith look amazing in her sari, Aion looked like he was secretly James Bond, and Shader was wearing a red dress (http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp;jsessionid=E94D7777EFFEF5C46291AC3C4F85FE85.app11-node4?itemdescription=true&itemCount=8&id=13826375&parentid=W_APP_DRESSES_SOLID&sortProperties=+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&navCount=6&navAction=poppush&color=60) with matching sandals. After hanging out with Aion and Lilith, she wandered off, hoping to meet new people and say hi to the ones she'd already met.

He is a little late but he'd been attending to other things that day. Taking care of his family, for example. He's in a suit now. Black and simple. His tie perfect in place.

Looking around, he takes in his surroundings as he goes to stand by a wall. He never has been someone who is social. That includes now.

Besides, he'd rather not risk transforming here.

Shader has been spotting a lot of wallflowers at this party. "Hello. Just people watching?" She asked with a slight grin.

Looking over at her, he nods. "I won't be staying long. But I felt it rude to not attend."

In general Rudy actually likes parties. Not for the atmosphere, not even for the free food (though that's always a plus,) but for the opportunity they represent, the exercise of a social facade-- a good practice, especially here, especially now. With a recent reminder of how easily and how often the City spills secrets, it would be good to shore up his story, cultivate the way wants people to perceive him and hope that holds more weight than anything he might say, might do, when he can't help himself.

Tonight he's not in the mood, jaw still sore though his teeth are back in place, and so he's a little subdued-- standing off to one side with a glass of wine, chatting quietly here and there with those he knows in passing.

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