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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
ITS CUTE oh no, he's too good
That said, even if it's a very slight change, Kiyomitsu picks up on it. He's got a pretty keen eye when it comes to the fondness people feel for others and even speaks fluent tsuntsun, so something subdued but clear is pretty easy to spot.
He just smiles a little in turn, nodding at his answer.]
Ah, childhood friends, huh? [HE KNOWS THIS TROPE.]
I'd love to say hi, yeah! I was kind of all over the place at that party, so that's probably why I missed her there.
[Spent too much time stacking smiling fruits on drunk people while they did push-ups...]
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[He leaves out all the stuff about sneaking out to take her to parties, or the street racing, or any of that other stuff. It's probably more detail than he needs to give, right?]
There was a lot going on at the party, so it's no surprise you missed her. I don't think I even met everyone that was there. A bunch of us were playing truth or dare and never have I ever for a long time, so that took up a lot of the evening. Once it looks like Wilson's out of the way, we'll go over and talk to her.
[He dares to take a glance out of the corner of his eye, looking back over his shoulder. Wilson Reichter is a man just starting to age, his dark mustache streaked with a couple lines of white, and he looks like he's still biding his time even as he pretends to listen to another couple talking.
Dante sighs, turning back to Kiyomitsu, his expression telling all.]
Sorry. Looks like it'll be a few more minutes unless something else gets his attention instead.
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[Because he dances hard and drinks hard and he needed the cool night breeze a few times... Being on occasional cop-spotting duty was also a thing, and he does take his cop-spotting very seriously, having been thrown out of his fair share of parties before.
That said, he'll take a look over toward the man in question, head canting a little to the side as he watches. Tragic... If he wasn't so averse to getting locked into tedious conversations, he might start one himself just because it's so sad to see people milling around alone at events.
ALAS he isn't that selfless.]
It's fine! You're not bad to talk to, yourself. I think this is the first time we've met in person anyway, yeah? Retrospec's pretty handy for the pictures, I guess.
[Not much else, though...]
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[He shakes his head at Kiyomitsu's mention of the network, looking both amused and exasperated.
Speak for yourself. Half the time I see a picture on there it's someone advertising. I didn't know we were all signing up for yet another form of targeted ads.
[He's conveniently ignoring the fact that none of them signed up for it, as well as the fact that he and Arlene also used it to get the word out about the party.]
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[He speaks from experience... Rooftops are a great place to be if you have to duck and run quickly to bail, too! Also a little wisdom nugget that he salvaged through experience.
That just has him laughing, though.]
Eh, really? Maybe I'm just lucky... But there are definitely a few people out there who like using pictures of their friends or cats or whatever instead. The cats I don't mind, though.
[THAT'S WHY HE'S HERE AFTER ALL. A huge cat person... Without any apartment space to actually house a cat.]
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[Turns out you're not allowed to drink on top of Parisian rooftops. Who would've guessed?]
You have been lucky. I've seen ads for bakeries, bookshops, video games... I haven't really had time to pay much attention the past few weeks, but for a while there it seemed like every time I opened the app up someone wanted something.
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[Considering that sure was his life for many years... THEY MIGHT HAVE and he just didn't notice during the post-cop "oh shit" chaos. He's often fleeing the scene with Actual Party Satan Baren, too, which usually takes them down weirdass escape routes.]
Hm... Lucky timiiing. Or maybe I just wasn't paying attention? Facebook has so many ads that I think my brain just automatically tunes things out as soon as it looks like they're trying to sell me something or get me to go somewhere.
[A little, sloping shrug follows.]
Plus side, though, it's kinda nice knowing what businesses are run by people stuck in this mess with the rest of us. It almost feels like we're in some weird secret society and we need all the help we can get...
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[It usually didn't matter, if he'd be gone in a week or two anyways. And then after he'd moved back in with his amma, he hadn't cared enough to.
Still, he's chuckling at the sentiments.]
I know a kid that suggested we call it the horse conspiracy club or something like that. But you've got a point. [He gestures toward his eyes, which have changed from their original pale blue to a much brighter, vivid aqua.] My parents are traveling and every couple of weeks, they call me to video-chat. If they'd seen the way my eyes changed, they would've flipped. No amount of damage control would've been able to stop them from swooping in to find out what was wrong with me.
[Or at least, someone would have, probably either his mother or one of their assistants...]
But there're those docs on the network, Sutcliffe and Trevelyan, they're offering to help out people that run into trouble because of the network like that. I know a guy that woke up with an old gunshot wound that probably would've caused him a lot of trouble if he'd gone to the hospital. Having someone around to check out stuff like that is really useful.
[He has no idea if Togusa went to Grell or Lucian, but the option was certainly there.]
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[The whole memorizing faces thing... It's kind of weird actually, now that he stops and thinks about it, how easily he's been adapting to the "us and them" mentality. Not really a hostile one, but very much one that's like "yeah we can only rely on ourselves."]
Horse conspiracy club, huh? I mean, pretty accurate. [A little snicker... But he'll peer a little more closely at Dante's eyes when they're pointed out, humming a little and looking vaguely sympathetic. The sympathy's cause is probably easy to see, considering his own eyes are anime red.]
Yeah, Grell's a good friend of mine and that other doctor was really nice and thorough when I stopped by to have a check-up. They're really saving people a lot of trouble... Especially the ones with weird stuff going on. It's even worse 'cause it seems like people without the app notice at first, too, just like the rest of us. Was it like that with your eyes?
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It seems to be dying down a little bit now, though. I don't know if people are just getting used to it or if they're forgetting, but it's not as annoying now that I don't have to explain it five or six times a day.
[Still, he could always have it worse. Didn't Kiyomitsu mention something about flowers blowing around him...?]
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[No radioactive "oh shit are you taking drugs" questions for him... Some definite snickers about how he wants to adopt the vampire aesthetic, though.]
...I think they're forgetting. I was talking to someone else who has weird eyes too, and she said the same thing. I totally thought it was just me at first? Like, I was just getting so used to people staring that I didn't notice anymore, but... I think they just stopped staring. Which is also pretty weird.
[Definitely better for people like him who just spent like a week spontaneously creating clouds of flower petals though, yes...]
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You're a fashion major? So you're telling me I could've just come to you for this instead of hunting all over to find something that would match Ari's dress?
[Why is it you only find these things out after the fact?]
I don't know if it's reassuring or not that people get used to the eyes. On the one hand, it makes it easier to deal with, but on the other hand... what happens someone wakes up with purple skin and everybody else just starts acting like it's normal? Anything could happen.
[He doesn't voice the continuation of that worry: that these physical changes can keep hitting them, and if everyone takes them for normal... then maybe they won't ever find a way to be themselves again, whatever "being themselves" means.]
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Now you know for next time, at least! Say the word and I'll hook you up with the best of the season.
[On the plus side, he really is quite skilled when it comes to tailoring, crafting, and matching. And he can do it for a fraction of the price of boutiques! Or free for friends, because he's a goober.]
Yeah, point... I guess it's almost like the horses or fruit or whatever? They just... I dunno, get used to all this freaky stuff eventually, or think it's normal from the start. That's gotta be intentional...
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[Dante wouldn't let him do it for free. Probably. Since he's someone on the network, at least.]
How long do you think we have before things get out of control? If it's intentional, it's because whatever's in charge of all this is planning something.
[How long before there are monsters in the streets and everybody just thinks it's normal...? He can't help but think back to the memory he had of fighting those shadow-blobs in the darkness.]
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He seems to consider that for a second, nose wrinkling in immediate reflex because it's not something he wants to consider. His life was wild enough without throwing all of this garbage into the mix!]
Mm... Well, if they go at the same rate they've been going? I dunno, maybe like... another half-year or something. It's pretty crazy that so much has changed just in four months, though. Like, this city'll probably be way hard to recognize in another four.
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I think you're right. I don't know what their game is, but slow and steady only takes you so far. I'm betting that sooner or later things are going to kick into high gear.
[He just can't see them being patient enough to wait, even though he's got no way of knowing for sure. Still, this whole waiting thing... it feels like they're all waiting for the shoe to drop.
But hey, this isn't supposed to be a super serious night, right? Dante checks over his shoulder again, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees that finally his shadow is gone.]
Looks like he's gone. Do you want me to introduce you to Ari now?
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He glances over in the direction Dante had gestured earlier, expression brightening up a little.]
Mm, that'd be great. [And then, somewhat jokingly:] We better get to it before he spots you again, yeah?
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Don't remind me. I'm sure I'll have to talk to him at some point, no matter how long I manage to put it off.
[And then he'll walk them over to Ari and make introductions and unfortunately Ari's player is in the middle of moving hell in addition to construction/transportation hell so uh. That's a thing x_x]
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[Said with a punk laugh... BUT AWAY THEY GO TO HANDWAVE MEET ARI and then have an excellent party, probably, as long as no one tries to steal the animals. Good work team.]