HOLIDAY CHARITY GALA | OPEN

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WHEN; December 23 | 7:00 p.m. | City Solutions
RATING; G
CHARACTERS; Everyone
SUMMARY; On behalf of City Solutions- welcome. The party don't start 'til you walk in ♥
LOG;

ENTRANCE | LOBBY
The entrance hall is sleek, white, pristine and sparkling. The decoration here bright and festive - it's difficult to miss the large pine tree in the entryway, and one of the security personnel will be taking your coats with a bow and smile (perhaps even without a bow and smile, doesn't everyone like the brooding and mysterious type?).

BALLROOM
Up a few flights of stairs or up an equally clean and white elevator is the ballroom, brightly lit and seemingly impossible with its darkened ceiling, twinkling with stars and the gentle fall of snow that disappears as it descends. Long, tasteful garlands of holly and festive greenery sparkle with a frost that isn't cold but melts at the touch. For light, candles float just high enough to be out of reach. Enjoy the panoramic view - the room's surrounded with glass windows. Take a seat and enjoy the music and dancing. Rock and roll and classic piano pieces. Jingle Bell Rock is strictly prohibited.

REFRESHMENTS | BAR
A little off to the side is a fully stocked bar and refreshment area, where waitresses and waiters carry glass trays of various drinks and appetizers. Enjoy a glass of champagne or plate of tiny finger sandwiches. Oddly, there are also donuts. Glazed.

VIP ACCESS
Only those who have purchased the superfly tricked-out cool people package are allowed in this quieter, exclusive bar.

POWDER ROOM
Even people in fancy dresses and expensive suits need to take a break, personal or otherwise. Down the hallway and to the right, you'll find the rest rooms. Don't worry, JARVIS won't be watching.

PLAZA
For those who wish to enjoy the crisp winter night air, the ballroom leads right out to the plaza. No, the palm trees may not be the most traditional, but the layers of decorative snow and pinpricks of light hidden in the large leaves are romantic enough, certainly. A glorious view of the City skyline, the night sky, and at the end of the night, the bright fireworks display.

FIREWORKS
At midnight, enjoy the bright shower of color and light as the Weasley twins orchestrate the final show, spelling words and manipulating trajectories in a way normal snap-crackle-pop fireworks cannot. Whether inside in the ballroom or outside on the plaza, it's impossible to miss. Santa Clause has been forbidden to make an appearance.

OTHER
Various hallways, the staircase, the elevators, and any other location are open for attendants to explore. Workshops and laboratories have been closed off for the event, but an empty room or three may have been forgotten for those who'd like a more private setting. JARVIS has his eye on you.

OOC
Feel free to be completely imaginative in setup, setting, surroundings, furniture, decoration, refreshments served, types of drinks served, music played, and anything else you can think of. Dance, be merry, and don't worry about the specifics. Put up an empty comment or a description of where your character will be and links to what he/she will be wearing or option C (the all-encompassing miscellaneous option). Action or prose is also up to you and your preferences ♥

Comments

[boutant]

Even professionals make mistakes.

Do you get a break at all? [ She assumes he does -- she's just not sure he'll take it. ]

[saidrepent]

[Not even going to acknowledge that first part, nope.] I haven't asked. Haven't needed one so far, either.

[boutant]

[ Mad because it's true. Well, whatever. ]

The red isn't half bad on you.

[saidrepent]

[He pauses at that; he doesn't look like he was expecting the compliment.]

Thank you. [And another pause.] You don't look half bad yourself.

[boutant]

[ She has a feeling he doesn't ever expect compliments. Maybe that's why she gave him one. ]

Thanks. It's definitely not my usual style.

[saidrepent]

No, I wouldn't have thought so.

[Don't ask him why he's keeping up the idle chatter. He's not so sure he knows the answer himself.]

[boutant]

Did you ever have to do things like this back home?

[saidrepent]

[He snorts.] There's quite a healthy market for personal bodyguards back where I'm from. But timekeepers serve the public.

[boutant]

You sound like you stick to that. [ Just an observation. ]

[saidrepent]

Oh? And why is that?

[boutant]

You hear a lot about corruption and stuff like that back home. You, though -- you're all 'serve the public', 'keep the time'.

[saidrepent]

Someone has to stand up for the law.

[boutant]

Hopefully it's not just you, then.

[saidrepent]

[He pauses.]

Hopefully. [But he doesn't sound like he entirely has faith in that.]

[boutant]

[ She considers him for a moment before nodding to herself. ]

I should leave you alone.

[saidrepent]

[He also nods, in response to her.] If you want.

[boutant]

Well, unless you want to dance. [ She's only half teasing. ]

[saidrepent]

[He pauses again, though this time it seems less thoughtful and more like he's been caught at a loss.]

I... I'm not much of a dancer.

[boutant]

[ There's a slight grin. ]

That's okay. Come on.

[saidrepent]

[Uh.] You're not serious, are you?

[boutant]

Absolutely. [ And if he's not coming on his own, she'll try to pull him out there. ]

[saidrepent]

[Oh. Well then.]

Wait— [But by the time he realizes what she's doing, it's too late for him to dodge her grip, and he can't very well pull away from her without making an even bigger scene. Great.]

[boutant]

[ Just as planned. She had to help Stephen figure out where to put his hands -- maybe Raymond will be better off. ]

[saidrepent]

[Think again, Ariadne; in all his seventy-five years of life, never once has he had the call for ballroom dancing.

So, perhaps she should consider herself lucky to catch an exceedingly rare sight: Raymond Leon looking like he has absolutely no idea what to do. His hands are frozen for a full second before he places one at her waist and the other on her shoulder and silently prays that he's got it right.]

[boutant]

[ She's careful not to let her facial expression change as he figures out where his hands go, afraid he'll think she's laughing at him. Once he's figured it out, however, she smiles. ]

There you go.

[ Here, she'll lead. ]