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EVENT ❦ Black Tie & Tails
WHO: Everyone's invited!
WHERE: At the nearest convention center.
WHEN: Saturday, April 22nd
WHAT: The Black Ties and Tails charity fundraiser, a.k.a. an excuse to dress like a prince or princess-- and your pets, too.
WARNINGS: None, but please PM me if this needs to change!
❦ Before the Event.
Saturday afternoon rolls around at the Recollé convention center. Some people have been here since the morning, putting up decorations and making sure everything is perfect. Maybe your character is part of the crew putting up last minute chandeliers and decorations, or maybe they've been working furiously to make sure all the food is aligned perfectly on the plates. Perhaps they're from the shelter and frantically setting up crates and walking the animals before the event starts.
There are certainly some things that need to be done before the doors open, after all.
If someone shows up early needing an outfit and some help, they'll be taken to a large side room that's been cordoned off by shades to give privacy. Racks upon racks of formal wear in every shape and size are found here, and the outfitters are happy to help. Need makeup? That's covered too: the beauty school has a few students eager to give partygoers the newest vogue looks-- for free!
No one is getting into the fundraiser proper unless they're a volunteer, though. And volunteers are expected to be working! Those chairs need to be placed at that table, and the streamers over here are falling down-- it seems like there's no end to the things that need doing.
❦ A Fantastic Soiree.
People start to line up an hour before the event begins. The bouncers check to make sure that everyone attending is dressed properly and has a donation (monetary or food) before letting people inside the building. There's some confusion at first over a woman's glamorous Nicki Minaj-tier outfit, but the proprietor herself smooths the misunderstanding and lets her in. Those with volunteer badges have the donation waived, though anyone with outfits falling short of the ideal are told to pick up a spare outfit in the fashion room.
Despite all odds, the double doors open at five o'clock sharp. The sight that greets those waiting is something out of a dream. The room is huge, as big as an airplane hangar but made much warmer by the netting full of twinkling lights above. Dozens of (fake) trees decorated with flowers line the path leading into the venue, and more lights besides. Lastly, there's a scarlet rug leading to the doors so that everyone can have that red carpet experience.
There are tables toward the front-- furnished with plates and silverware, silk flowers, and fake paw prints all over the cloth. More lights are spread throughout to give the room a golden glow. Each table has two menus highlighting what's available: one for people, and one for pets, if they decided to bring a cat or dog along! All the food has cute animal themes like cookies 'n' cream paws, kitty cat cupcakes, puppy love pie, purrfect pizzas, and the like. There are buffet tables nearby with snacks, drinks, and a multitude of punny desserts. There is, of course, one for furry friends as well. It's clearly marked but hey, if you're daring enough to eat gourmet wet dog food... no one's stopping you.
There is a small stage set up for musicians to play, including a fabulous grand piano. Whenever there isn't something live being played, a DJ in back sets up a cheerful classical playlist highlighting modern dance hits and... Dvorak? It's a little eclectic, sure, but it gets the job done. Near the stage is, of course, the dance floor: a careful arrangement of sturdy flooring and soft fairy lights. It would feel more romantic if the lights were down, but the lights are kept at a level that people can keep track of their limbs and their pets.
Clearly-marked cute signs point to a large adjacent room. This is where the shelter animals are kept in large enclosures, and they're all incredibly well-dressed. The sponsored animals are mainly cats and dogs, each with a little biography, a comfy bed, water, and food. The volunteers are instructed to walk the animals every hour or so, and of course the cats have litter boxes hidden in their crates. Volunteers are on standby for those who'd like to meet the faces here, or put in for an adoption! Patrons will be urged to visit the shelter on Sunday to finalize arrangements.
❦ Some Furry Fun.
At some point, the DJ calls for people to share a dance with their friends-- including dogs! To prove a point, he 'dances' with a very confused but eager chocolate Labrador on stage. Nothing quite like "You've Got A Pal In Me" to make people laugh and cry simultaneously. For those who are perhaps not as embarrassing, rumor spreads quickly: there's a pet loose!
Darting under tables, tripping servers, and knocking stuff over: that's what this pitbull pup is doing. He's growing into his paws, too, which doesn't help; he keeps failing at the turns and slamming into tables. There are heavy casualties to the drink station.
And then the pup lunges for the food table.
Will you watch? Will you apprehend the dog before he can run amok any longer? Or will you guard that seven-tiered chocolate cake with your life?
The nametag he's wearing marks him as one of the dogs available for adoption. If someone can get a hold of that leash, they might be able to wrangle him back into the side room.
❦ The End to an Evening.
After a couple hours, a final call for donations is sounded. Those who would like to donate even more to the Recollé Animal Shelter are encouraged to do so. The dance floor is cleared and people are urged to take their seats.
About a half hour later, it's announced that the fundraiser is a success-- they've raised over fifteen thousand dollars! Goodie bags are given to everyone present. While the black bag itself is fashionable for any gender, it's the inside that counts. Every guest gets the following:
- cruelty-free eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lip gloss
- coupons for 15 percent off the boutiques that outfitted people before the party
- a dog or cat beauty mask
- a paw-patterned clip on bow tie that works for pets as well as people
- and lastly, a cat or dog themed necklace in sterling silver.
When the clock chimes eight, it's officially over and everyone is encouraged to leave. Unless, of course, you're a volunteer... Most of the work will be done tomorrow but a few things must be done in the next hour. The animals need to be packed up and taken back to the shelter, and the food needs to be disposed of; the plates must be stacked, and the chairs arranged neatly along the wall.
At nine, regardless of how clean the place is, staff is officially dismissed. Go home! Get out of here! Hug your pets if you have them!
And thanks, of course, for supporting the Recollé Animal Shelter. ❦
[ooc: Go wild! here is the plot info if you need it. Feel free to handwave speaking to Ari for clothes help or volunteering. This is a stress free plot for anyone and everyone to dress up nice and pet the pets-- or bring their own as long as they're leashed. Let me know if there are any last minute questions via PM or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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WHERE: At the nearest convention center.
WHEN: Saturday, April 22nd
WHAT: The Black Ties and Tails charity fundraiser, a.k.a. an excuse to dress like a prince or princess-- and your pets, too.
WARNINGS: None, but please PM me if this needs to change!
❦ Before the Event.
Saturday afternoon rolls around at the Recollé convention center. Some people have been here since the morning, putting up decorations and making sure everything is perfect. Maybe your character is part of the crew putting up last minute chandeliers and decorations, or maybe they've been working furiously to make sure all the food is aligned perfectly on the plates. Perhaps they're from the shelter and frantically setting up crates and walking the animals before the event starts.
There are certainly some things that need to be done before the doors open, after all.
If someone shows up early needing an outfit and some help, they'll be taken to a large side room that's been cordoned off by shades to give privacy. Racks upon racks of formal wear in every shape and size are found here, and the outfitters are happy to help. Need makeup? That's covered too: the beauty school has a few students eager to give partygoers the newest vogue looks-- for free!
No one is getting into the fundraiser proper unless they're a volunteer, though. And volunteers are expected to be working! Those chairs need to be placed at that table, and the streamers over here are falling down-- it seems like there's no end to the things that need doing.
❦ A Fantastic Soiree.
People start to line up an hour before the event begins. The bouncers check to make sure that everyone attending is dressed properly and has a donation (monetary or food) before letting people inside the building. There's some confusion at first over a woman's glamorous Nicki Minaj-tier outfit, but the proprietor herself smooths the misunderstanding and lets her in. Those with volunteer badges have the donation waived, though anyone with outfits falling short of the ideal are told to pick up a spare outfit in the fashion room.
Despite all odds, the double doors open at five o'clock sharp. The sight that greets those waiting is something out of a dream. The room is huge, as big as an airplane hangar but made much warmer by the netting full of twinkling lights above. Dozens of (fake) trees decorated with flowers line the path leading into the venue, and more lights besides. Lastly, there's a scarlet rug leading to the doors so that everyone can have that red carpet experience.
There are tables toward the front-- furnished with plates and silverware, silk flowers, and fake paw prints all over the cloth. More lights are spread throughout to give the room a golden glow. Each table has two menus highlighting what's available: one for people, and one for pets, if they decided to bring a cat or dog along! All the food has cute animal themes like cookies 'n' cream paws, kitty cat cupcakes, puppy love pie, purrfect pizzas, and the like. There are buffet tables nearby with snacks, drinks, and a multitude of punny desserts. There is, of course, one for furry friends as well. It's clearly marked but hey, if you're daring enough to eat gourmet wet dog food... no one's stopping you.
There is a small stage set up for musicians to play, including a fabulous grand piano. Whenever there isn't something live being played, a DJ in back sets up a cheerful classical playlist highlighting modern dance hits and... Dvorak? It's a little eclectic, sure, but it gets the job done. Near the stage is, of course, the dance floor: a careful arrangement of sturdy flooring and soft fairy lights. It would feel more romantic if the lights were down, but the lights are kept at a level that people can keep track of their limbs and their pets.
Clearly-marked cute signs point to a large adjacent room. This is where the shelter animals are kept in large enclosures, and they're all incredibly well-dressed. The sponsored animals are mainly cats and dogs, each with a little biography, a comfy bed, water, and food. The volunteers are instructed to walk the animals every hour or so, and of course the cats have litter boxes hidden in their crates. Volunteers are on standby for those who'd like to meet the faces here, or put in for an adoption! Patrons will be urged to visit the shelter on Sunday to finalize arrangements.
❦ Some Furry Fun.
At some point, the DJ calls for people to share a dance with their friends-- including dogs! To prove a point, he 'dances' with a very confused but eager chocolate Labrador on stage. Nothing quite like "You've Got A Pal In Me" to make people laugh and cry simultaneously. For those who are perhaps not as embarrassing, rumor spreads quickly: there's a pet loose!
Darting under tables, tripping servers, and knocking stuff over: that's what this pitbull pup is doing. He's growing into his paws, too, which doesn't help; he keeps failing at the turns and slamming into tables. There are heavy casualties to the drink station.
And then the pup lunges for the food table.
Will you watch? Will you apprehend the dog before he can run amok any longer? Or will you guard that seven-tiered chocolate cake with your life?
The nametag he's wearing marks him as one of the dogs available for adoption. If someone can get a hold of that leash, they might be able to wrangle him back into the side room.
❦ The End to an Evening.
After a couple hours, a final call for donations is sounded. Those who would like to donate even more to the Recollé Animal Shelter are encouraged to do so. The dance floor is cleared and people are urged to take their seats.
About a half hour later, it's announced that the fundraiser is a success-- they've raised over fifteen thousand dollars! Goodie bags are given to everyone present. While the black bag itself is fashionable for any gender, it's the inside that counts. Every guest gets the following:
- cruelty-free eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lip gloss
- coupons for 15 percent off the boutiques that outfitted people before the party
- a dog or cat beauty mask
- a paw-patterned clip on bow tie that works for pets as well as people
- and lastly, a cat or dog themed necklace in sterling silver.
When the clock chimes eight, it's officially over and everyone is encouraged to leave. Unless, of course, you're a volunteer... Most of the work will be done tomorrow but a few things must be done in the next hour. The animals need to be packed up and taken back to the shelter, and the food needs to be disposed of; the plates must be stacked, and the chairs arranged neatly along the wall.
At nine, regardless of how clean the place is, staff is officially dismissed. Go home! Get out of here! Hug your pets if you have them!
And thanks, of course, for supporting the Recollé Animal Shelter. ❦
[ooc: Go wild! here is the plot info if you need it. Feel free to handwave speaking to Ari for clothes help or volunteering. This is a stress free plot for anyone and everyone to dress up nice and pet the pets-- or bring their own as long as they're leashed. Let me know if there are any last minute questions via PM or
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[I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I]
I talk like fifty percent of the population is weirdos, which it is. [Yams that doesn't even count as a comeback, stop. More importantly--] Are you going to get down here and pet these guys or what?
[Currently he's playing with the ears of a basset hound puppy, who seems perfectly happy with this situation. C'mon, Kashuu, it's short-haired and everything, come lay down on the floor with your Totally Not Weird Roommate.]
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[Why is his roommate a big fat idiot, honestly. Also, he takes one look at the floor, one look at Yamato, and shakes his head.]
Are you kidding? There's no way I'm gonna get dog hair all over this suit. [He doesn't want to pay for dry cleaning or go out and buy one of those sticky roll hair remover things...
...
But he will at least lean over to pat the dog on its little noggin.]
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[Kashuu, you should know better than to get within arm's reach of a Yamato in pupper mode?? He reaches up as soon as Kashuu's close enough, to YANK HIM ONTO THE DIRTY GROUND--
no okay, but he does reach up to pat Kashuu's head with a happy laugh.]
I'm pretty sure you're doing it wrong if you leave a party full of cute animals with no pet hair on you, you know.
[Doggo does not care. Doggo has been getting lots of attention today and it will happy trip over its own ears another fifty times if it means he is a Good Boy.]
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Cut it out. [As if his ass hadn't just done the same thing... Then, after like 5 seconds of thought:] I'll pet something with black fur so that it'll at least blend in with my outfit, then.
[As much as he appreciates Doggo and his big ol floppy ears, and even though probably everyone else is getting covered in fur, it still goes against his Fashion Principles.]
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He does pause in his ear flopping, though, glancing up at Kashuu with a look of--resignation? BUT WHY...
Because he knows Kashuu's going to find It eventually on his own, that's why. So with a sigh, he pushes himself up, grabbing Kashuu's hand and tugging him to the other side of the room without so much as a "this way".
It's obvious right away that he's heading over to the cat section of the room, and once they're close enough, he points--it's obvious even from here that there's a litter of kittens in the cage he's pointing to, black, gray, tuxedo, the bigger ones wearing little kitty bow ties. GOD.]
You'll like that one. [WHICH ONE YAMS well he sure isn't going to specify, so go on, Kashuu, go take a look.]
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[WHERE'S THE POTATO DRAGGING HIM... He doesn't bother asking, nor does he try to wiggle his way free, since he trusts that Yamato isn't about to toss him into a pit of white poodles or something.
Once he actually realizes where they're heading, he makes more of an effort to keep up, though. By the time Yamato points the cage out, he's already nyooming on ahead...]
Ooh! Look at their little bow ties!
[The important parts.]
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Fortunately for both Kashuu and poodles alike, he doesn't feel like it. It's a nice evening, they're all having a good time, no reason to ruin that. Besides, Kashuu is cutest when he's unabashedly happy.
So there's no outfit sabotage--just Yamato looking between the sparkly-eyed kittens and the sparkly-eyed Kashuu.]
You don't think those things are bothering them? [The kittens don't look particularly uncomfortable, but. Y'know. They're kittens.]
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Nah. If they didn't like 'em, they'd have already chewed them to pieces by now.
[Oh, cats... They don't take shit from anyone. Truly the superior animal.
Anyway, since he's all the way over here now, he'll kneel down by the cats (he'll do it for cats but not dogs?!) and stick his fingers in so he can pet the black kitten on its little noggin.]
Soft...
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Oh, so it's okay if it's cat fur, I see. [CALLING U OUT PEANUT!! But he can't hide the mild amusement behind his exasperated tone, no matter how hard he tries... alas.]
If it bites you then it's going to be your own fault. [But of course that's not going to happen, because this is a night of tugging at heartstrings, and the shelter probably very carefully selected the cutest and friendliest for this.]
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[Or he's just a big fat biased punk... EITHER WAY. He can tell Yamato isn't actually griping, and so he'll continue to just kneel down here with the cats, petting them through the spaces in the bars and wondering if it would be okay to just. Take one out and pet it. Not smuggle it home or anything, of course.]
This guy's not gonna bite. Look at how sweet he is, see?
[IT'S A VERY FRIENDLY CAT.]
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[KASHUU IS A LYING LIAR AND YAMATO IS NOT FOOLED but okay, fine, fine. He's not made of stone... even Yamato can agree that fuzzy baby animals are cute. So despite the face he makes, Yamato crouches down too, reaching out to boop the nose of a little grey one that looks to be half-asleep.]
Of course he's being sweet, he wants you to take him out of this cage and give him food. [That's what cats like right?? Food and sleeping in boxes, or something...]
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I totally would if I could get away with it. [HE SAYS 100% SERIOUSLY. He'd probably also run away with the kitten tucked inside his jacket if he could get away with it...]
Kittens are really the best, y'know? Since they're so soft and warm and sleepy.
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They don't stay kittens forever, though. [They grow up, unlike yams who is apparently just going to harbor weird superstitions against them until the end of time. But he's still scritching the gray one's little ears, so hey, it's something.]
Don't they have treats or something you can give them around here?
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I know, I know. But that's okay, because I like cats just as much as I like kittens.
[WHICH IS TRUE and he fusses over them just as much as he fusses over kittens, too... Even if kittens are undeniably cuter, he loves them all equally, okay.
But at the question, he looks up, glancing around the room to see if he can find any trays or bowls or "take some treats here" signs-- AND LO. There's a little dish near the side of the cage with a note that reads "once the bowl is empty, we're out of treats!" Miraculously, a few are left.]
Here! You take one, too.
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[UGH... he complains, but he takes it anyway?? Yamato make up your mind, are you trying to be tsuntsun or not.
Apparently he's not going to be tsun enough to abandon Kashuu to his cooing and go back to the puppies, because he he pushes the treat through the cage anyway, unceremoniously dropping it by the grey kitten's head. Sleep is even more important than treats, though, and he doesn't even stir--not until a different kitten, this one black with little white mitten feet, nyooms on over and steps on him to get it. GIRLS ARE RUTHLESS.]
I wonder if they're all siblings. Their colors are so different.
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Probably. Kitten litters have mixed colors all the time.
[The mitten kitten is now on the hunt for More Food and comes to press her face against the bars, sensing that Kashuu still has a treat. He just boops her nose gently with his treat-free hand, though.]
Don't be greedy, let some of these other guys have a chance.
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No wonder you like him, he's just like you. [a.k.a. rude, and used to getting his way via cuteness...]
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[RUDE... But entirely true. Kashuu is both a cat person and a person with many cat-like traits, even if he doesn't notice.
He's also easily suckered into giving away shit to cute things (both cats and people), so of course he's sticking the treat through the bars and then petting the kitty's head while he chows down.]
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[This would be accompanied by another headpat in other circumstances, but he doesn't actually want scratch marks from Kashuu keeping him away from his hair, so he just gently tugs on Kashuu's bangs instead. THEY'RE NOT MESSED UP, PEANUT, DON'T FREAK OUT.]
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Don't make fun of me, idiot.
[HUFFS AND PUFFS.
Meanwhile, kitten is done with the snack and meowing for more. Rip...]
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[Which he definitely is... but he also meant it, so just accept being called cute Kashuu?? ACCEPT THE BACKHANDED COMPLIMENT??
That kitten sure is going full-on cute mode though, with the big eyes and the "please I'm starving can't you see I need more treats" look. Yamato rolls his eyes, because he's apparently made of ice.]
How greedy...
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[Obviously!! Because the only time Yamato calls him cute is when he's being a jerk or when he's having one of his gross sappy too-blunt-for-his-own-good moments.
Kashuu is literally dying over here, though. Unlike the prince of ice, he sticks his fingers back through the bars on the cage. The kitten, possibly thinking he might be able to weasel a few more snacks out of this dumb human, immediately begins nuzzling against them and then rubbing his little kitten noggin all over the bars. Kashuu makes a muffled choking sound.
LITERALLY DYING, YASUSADA.]
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[Seriously, Kashuu. Come on. DON'T BE WEAK.
(He says, as if he wasn't just rolling around on the floor with the puppers like five minutes ago)]
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[He is.
He's falling for it.
He's falling for it hard. He's weak to cute things.]
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[Yams this is why nobody thinks you're the fun parent]
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