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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

WHO: threadthefire and EVERYONE!!
WHERE: passionné (along with cafe satiné and salon lustré, of course)
WHEN: Saturday evening.
WARNINGS: Not a one, unless Finnick decides to strip. Then it’s anybody’s guess.

It’s opening night at passionné and everyone’s invited. There are models wearing Cinna’s latest fashions mingling amidst the guests, answering any questions the attendees may have about the gowns and suits they’re wearing. Pastries and hand-made drinks from cafe satiné are being passed around as are flutes of champagne and glasses of wine from a local source. Music, played live by local musicians, fills the air as guests wander the boutique and look at Cinna’s wares in the intimate spaces.

And should anyone be so moved, they’re currently taking appointments for consultations, fittings and commissions in the salon area.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Dulcie shows up pretty early to the event, since she heard there would be free food and she doesn't have much on anyways. She at least decided to dress up for the occasion a little (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=30808962). Her tights don't even have any rips in them!

Dulcie snags about three different kinds of pastry immediately upon arrival and maneuvers her way into a corner, being careful not to knock anything over with her wings. She manages to procure a glass of wine at some point as well, and is enjoying it all happily on her own.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

It's the wings that get his attention, because if he's not mistaken, they're actually a part of her and not some fashion accessory. And because he's who he is, his mind instantly turns to what an interesting design challenge it is. Walking over, he has a smile on his face as he extends a hand.

"I don't believe we've met, I'm Cinna."

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

"Aren't you interesting."

It's said with a good measure of admiration. She's dressed interestingly not to mention she herself is interesting. It's not often one runs into an angel or least it's not often that Myrnin runs into an angel.

Dulcie might note that Myrnin shares some of her eccentric style. He's wearing a powder pink tuxedo shirt, crushed velvet, wine colored, frock coat with cascades of lace at the cuffs, a pair of gray bermuda shorts and pink, vampire bunny slippers.

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

He's never felt more exhausted or accomplished in his life. Well, that's not entirely true. Sitting in that audience, watching Katniss walk onstage and just waiting for the perfect moment, that moment when she'll spin and spin and everything Cinna feels about the Games, the Capitol, the abuse he fears and the desperate hope he has will be displayed for all that have the eyes to see it. That was the pinnacle, he knows he'll never feel that way again. Which is probably a good thing.

This night entailed a lot less fear. After all, he's fairly certain was won't be hauled off and killed when the night is over. ...He hopes he won't be hauled off and killed, around here there are no guarantees. But still, he feels good. Everything is going well and people seem to be enjoying themselves as he wanders around, saying hello to those he knows and introducing himself to those he doesn't.

All in all, it's a very good night.

[ooc: He's wearing THIS (http://a.abcnews.com/images/Entertainment/ht_justin_timberlake_090217_ssv.jpg). Excuse the Timberlake and come say hello anyway. CREW AND FRIENDS: Cinna, aka his mun, did not have time to make/Google you anything, but he left a few suggestions, drawings and notes on what you should be looking for. So unless you specifically asked him for help (which you can assume) you were on your own. Please don't embarrass him.]

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

For her part, Katniss is here to see Cinna's labors realized into the thing he wanted them to culminate as - an impressive establishment, not that she expects anything less from him at this point and, for that matter, not that she thinks he would accept less from himself. One of the really compelling things about Cinna's work is that it's, as appropriate for the name of his shop, his fervor, his passion, whatever equivalent. Katniss not really having a talent she looks around with the distance of the aesthetically challenged, grateful that Cinna at home had helped her to construct a false one with his own work (which she aspired to, no less as went the cue cards).

Finding Cinna, he'll he glad to see that she isn't actually as challenged as she might be had he not left hints and suggestions for the rest of them in plain sight. It's a dress he made for her quite some time back for something else she attended which she now does not remember - since these things aren't important to her, save for this one in the context of Cinna himself. Even her shoes are event appropriate and by now she knows how to walk in them too.

"It looks good," she says, sort of appearing at his side at some point in her silent-approach way, her hair the only 'untended' part of her but it's not in a braid either, just left to hang as long as it's gotten down the slightness of her back.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy has been at the party for a little while, mingling through the crowd and throughly enjoying herself. When she catches sight of Cinna a bit alone, she moves over to him with a brilliant smile.

"Everything looks fantastic."

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Despite her time spent in the City, Ginny's experiences of events like this are far and few between. But Cinna is a friend and she has been a customer in the past year so taking an hour out of her evening to stop by and extend her congratulations isn't a chore. It's the dressing up that is something she still struggles with; but, if this is an opening night and celebration of Cinna's handiwork, then that's precisely what she decides to wear. It's the one thing done by him she owns, and she worries that it's a bit too much for tonight, but if anyone asks after it, the answer is all around them.

When she approaches Cinna, it's in that shimmering gold number he'd designed for Halloween. Her Snitch dress, of course, sans the magical wings. "Hi," she says, grinning. "This is incredible. Congratulations, Cinna."

[deadliest6.livejournal.com]

He was told to come to this place for a job. For that reason, he was here and looking for the person who ran the place. It really didn't take him long at all to find him. Walking straight up to him, he tilted his head to the side for a moment before actually speaking.

"I was told to come here for possible employment."

open | mingling | also wearing a sport coat, despite what the link suggests

[protects-her.livejournal.com]

There isn't much Finnick will shy away from doing if an occasion calls for it, stripping included; that much is undeniable for anyone who knows him. However, this evening the occasion calls for style and charm and a healthy dose of mingling--and really, his clothes (http://www.zefron.com/gallery/albums/0000001/Photoshoots/2009/049/025.png) are designed to such perfection that it'd be nothing short of a crime to take them off and mar the effect. So he's here tonight with a few motives in mind: first and foremost, because this is Cinna's night, and Finnick truly wants to see it be a rousing success. But there's also the potential to meet and mingle, work the crowd, put himself out there, and see what there is to see--and what secrets might slip as the wine and merriment loosen the guests' tongues.

He's got a drink of his own, of course, but it's more for show than anything else. He holds it to his lips exactly as frequently as one might expect of a guest drinking socially, but he's careful to conceal the fact that the amount of champagne in his glass isn't lowering much at all as the night goes on. He's here for the party, but he's not here to party--a subtle difference, but a significant one. And so he weaves and drifts through the crowd, smiling and chatting with the guests, performing as always.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Others might miss the volume of Finnick's glass, but Cinna's known him long enough now, despite his teasing, and he's almost certain the other man's putting on a show. And to be honest, Cinna's pleased to see it. He can't be everywhere and he knows that sooner or later, Finnick will give him a rundown of the evening's chatter.

But after awhile, Cinna decides it's time to say hello himself and he saunters up to his friend, a glass in hand. "Enjoying the evening, I take it?"

Re: open | trolling | drinking all the booze

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Hey! You're the duck guy, right? I thought I recognized your voice."

Dulcie has been at the party for some time and is on about her fourth glass of champagne (although thanks to angel tolerance all it's managed to do is give a slightly pink-ish tint to her cheeks.) She's dressed very nicely, although still wearing her doc martens. She is making her way through some fancy french pastry she can't name, alternating it with more gulps of champagne.

[thenormalsquint]

It's a subtle difference, but one Angela understands nonetheless. She's here for the same reason and to support Cinna. Tonight is not a night for turning one of the shampoo bowls into a punch bowl. Or to dance on the table. Or show just why Passionné should take their wares into the undergarment line.

Angela's been watching him for a while now from across the room, and as Finnick makes his way through the throng of people, she winds around the same crown towards him, slipping up next to him with a cheeky grin. "If you're not going to drink it, suffer with me and drink water."

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

In honour of Cinna's opening night, Ginny Weasley decided to don the only dress of his she owns, and she feels like it's Halloween all over again as she slips through the crowd in bright flashes of gold. Luckily for all involved, she's charmed the silver wings off the dress so she's more of a girl and less of a Snitch and a hell of a lot easier to hold down for a conversation than before; but given all her smiles and personality as fiery as her hair, she's still all too aware that this is the nicest thing she's worn and this is by far one of the nicest events she's attended. Fashion, cocktails, fancy food—she can't quite stop herself from looking around with quiet awe. It's different from other parties she's attended. She doesn't really belong here, not, she observes, in the way Finnick seems to as she spies him a little ways away.

So she waves at him as soon as she thinks she can catch his attention. After all, he's the sole reason she has what she's wearing and it seems fitting to thank him for it here. She realises she never really did, after. Now's as good a time as any, she supposes.

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

Settled in a softly lit spot sits a young auburn haired woman; her slim fingers easily sliding along the barely visible strings of the small harp situated in her lap. While she's been going back and forth to a larger harp that's been made available, she always seems to find herself settling back down with her own little one. It isn't a show of favoritism; it's merely something she's used to.

A passerby catches her attention as she plays on, leaving her nodding a silent hello to them as the soft light catches on what looks to be a glint of silver curling around the cuff of one ear.

[ooc: Here (http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v618/weissgrrl/?action=view&current=PromGirl-609194309.jpg) is what she's wearing~]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

"You look and sound delightful, Menolly."

Cinna approaches with two glasses in hand, one for him and one for her. She's been playing for quite awhile and he feels she could do with a bit of a break.

Holding the glass out, he chides her gently, "Come, you can't play all night."

[ooc: Your choice as to what's in the glass.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy bounces over to where Menolly is playing and half hugs her to avoid interfering with her playing too much.

"you look amazing."

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

Myrnin sneaks up behind Menolly, bending to place a light kiss on her bare shoulder.

"You look striking tonight, Cherie."

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[synanthrope]

Saya arrives a little later than everyone, dressed all in red, and completely comfortable in her surroundings. She doesn't normally go to these kinds of events - first off, they tend to be a bit too much for her in terms of noise - but she likes Cinna, mostly because she appreciates his sense of style and the fine quality of his clothes.

She finds a place to stand, carefully, still, and watches.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

"My lady, Saya, you are quite striking this evening." Which is a compliment to be sure. He's still not sure what to make of his landlord, she's certainly assured enough but there's something about her that... catches him sometimes.

Still, she's a lovely woman who knows how to wear a dress, and tonight, that supersedes just about anything else.

open | in one of Cinna's dresses

[proportioned.livejournal.com]

Ariadne arrives with Eames at passionné an hour early, as per Cinna's instructions the day before -- a little curious and a little anxious, as well as a fair share excited to see exactly what the shop is like. In fact, she arrives an hour early and then some, if only to accommodate whatever poking and prodding would undoubtedly come when she gets there and wants to see everything at all angles. There's a strange disconnect between her and what she finds there, a space that she can very well see herself designing, but of which she has no recollection of doing. Looking around corners, taking in the ceiling -- she gets a sense that she's eavesdropping in on someone else's conversation or peeking into memories that don't belong to her. (A familiar sensation, to say the least.) She can guess (maybe) at where Cinna's made changes or where compromises have had to been made because there are bits and bobs here and there that ring like a buzzer in Ariadne's mind (no, not quite, try again).

The dress (http://images.nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2011/fall/main/europe/womenrunway/eliesaab/images/24.jpg) that she and Cinna ultimately agree upon is exponentially nicer than anything Ariadne's owned before or has even wore (and that's counting in dreams). It makes her mildly self-conscious to wear, if only because Eames had expressed concern -- however passing -- at acts that could easily be considered 'favors'. But ultimately Ariadne isn't wary of the loan if only because the dress is insignificant compared to the shop itself; if she were to owe Cinna, it'd be for the opportunity to build, not because he'd played fairy godmother to her wardrobe for a night.

Ariadne spends the party with Eames at her side for most of the evening, though on occasion she finds herself on her own (having wandered off to explore new angles or as a result of Eames doing the wandering instead). It's in those moments that Ariadne's curiosity turns inwards and meditative, a hand absently pinching the fabric of her skirt and rubbing it between two fingers, like she's testing the veracity of it. She's only ever truly built in dreams. Did this qualify?

Re: open | talking to EVERYONE tonight. :-D

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Hi! Nice dress! You get it here?"

Dulcie appears suddenly out of nowhere, munching on a rather large chocolate almond croissant. A waiter walks by so she snags another glass of champagne and takes a large swig of it.

→ OPEN

[thenormalsquint]

Usually at any fancy shindig, Angela would be working the room, chatting up complete strangers and perhaps going home with a handful of their phone numbers. But tonight is Cinna's night, his time to shine, his moment in the spotlight, so Angela plays her part and stays off to the side, nodding and smiling at the people milling around. She politely waves off a waiter offering some champagne, choosing instead to nurse her glass of sparkling water.

Every so often, somebody asks about her dress and Angela's amused as they run a finger along the fine stitching and silky fabric. She doesn't hesitate to toot Cinna's horn about it tonight; if she doesn't, who will? Maybe him, but a little extra won't hurt.

Re: → OPEN; Dulcie trolling the party like a boss :-D

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Hey! You're the art feather lady, right? You look great tonight!"

Dulcie has moved on from pastries by now and instead is holding two glasses of wine in both hands. She has her wings folded away carefully, but they are still rather large and people keep running into them.

→ OPEN

[signatures]

Eames had arrived early in accompaniment with Ariadne for her dress fitting - which, while it saved him the cost of paying for her dress, didn't exactly make things easier. Favors and lending were usually the start of anything manipulative, really, and while it makes sense to have some of his work on display Eames had found it strange that Cinna had offered to readily. Same, too, with Arthur's suit from when they first arrived - because he distinctly doesn't remember Arthur shelling out any large sum of money, but his memory isn't as neatly reliable here as it would be up top. Admittedly, it's a derived paranoia from age and experience, from playing the game just as easily from the side Cinna occupies, so he keeps an eye on things rather than going through the motions of panicking Ariadne for something not-so concrete. All he'd finished on concerning his point, as they'd made the trip here, was to simply watch whose hand she accepted. Favors don't come without expectations, and to be honest the most Eames would do for any designer of his house or shop (if he had one) or otherwise would be to write them a nice check and send them on their way.

A dress doesn't fit the bill.

That said, though, Eames is currently taking a look around the place, dressed neatly but not overextravagantly. He doesn't know enough of Ariadne's particular style (nor is overly concerned with architecture in general) to be able to directly place this as hers, but he supposes he can see it in the symmetry and lines. He keeps an eye out for the architect all the same, regardless of the fact that he'd left her side, but so too does he pay a gratuitous amount of attention toward the rest of the party-goers: in particular, you, if you like.

Re: → OPEN

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Hi! Nice suit!"

Dulcie appears from under Eames' elbow (almost literally - short girl). She has three pastries balanced in her hand, and a full glass of wine in the other. She is dressed in a beautiful flouting black dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=30808962), although she has managed to ruin the look slightly by wearing doc martens.

"Good to see you without your little accessory today."

Open | Mingling

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy is mingling through the crowd with a glass of champagne. She's wearing a sparkly gold dress (http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/stylewatch/gallery/sequin_dresses/kristen_bell_300x400.jpg) and strappy heels, both Cinna's creations. She's become very fond of his creations.

She pauses to speak to someone animatedly then moves on to speak to the next person.

Open

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

Myrnin is there to support Menolly primarily and because he does like a party. He is not wearing Cinna's clothes but that's mostly because Myrnin's clothes tend to be so ecclectic not to mention occasionally horrible. Cinna probably won't want to claim anything Myrnin is wearing. However, Myrnin could certainly use Cinna's help.

In any case, tonight he is wearing a powder pink ruffled tuxedo shirt front, a crushed velvet, wine colored, old fashioned frock coat with tails and ruffles and a riot of lace at the cuffs and he's paired it all with charcoal gray dress bermuda shorts and pink vampire bunny slippers.

He makes the rounds of the party carrying a glass of champagne that he doesn't often drink from, flitting from one shiny thing to another. The smile on his face indicates that he's greatly entertained. There are so many shiny things to see.

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Cinna sees the clothes before he ever notices the man wearing them, almost glowing in their... outright absurdity. He actually stops dead in his tracks and watches the ensemble move for a moment before deciding that he should intervene.

"Good evening, welcome to passionné."

He extends his hand in greeting, still looking him up and down.

What was on his feet?!

Open!

[imnotbluffing.livejournal.com]

Ryan looks supremely uncomfortable but he's here in a tuxedo. He reaches up to straighten the bow tie, clears his throat a little and runs a hand over his hair. It's too short to really be messed up and his nerves are less about how he looks and more about the party; It's very much a Newport party. In fact, he's fairly sure that Julie Cooper Nichol organized something like this at one time. As nervous as being back here makes him, it's also a bit comforting. It's like home which is the source of the nerves. If it is like home then it's only a matter of time before everything blows up.

He looks over to Summer and raises his eyebrows but gives her a crooked grin. He's here because she wants to be and if things do blow up, he can help out.

[ooc: Anyone is welcome to tag in. Tags may be answered by Summer or Ryan.]

[advancetheplot.livejournal.com]

Summer couldn't be happier. Despite having changed a lot since her Newport days, these type of parties were where she felt most in her element, really. It gave her ideas for maybe throwing her own, maybe a fundraiser. But she wasn't thinking of that as she glanced up at Ryan, who looked uncomfortable but totally hot. Tuxes were always good on him.

Dressed beautifully (http://www.polyvore.com/summer_casino_party/set?id=20853289) herself, she was excited for the chance to dress up and show off.