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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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...wait a sec.
He seems to remember a certain somebody posting on the network about something looking like this--somebody posting on the network about it and getting advice from a certain someone else to try and see if it might eat him.]
You're that thing that was sent to Noah, aren't you?
[He brings up his other hand, trying to see if maybe it'll let him stroke what appears to be its head. It can't be all that bad, right?]
no subject
But stroking Timcanpy will yield...nothing! He feels like metal, and he doesn't seem to mind the petting either, so there's not any biting. No being eaten today it seems, Dante]
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Between you and me, I think I might like you better than him.
[Now then, where's Noah? It might be time to return this thing to him and suggest he not let it loose where the people unaffected by Retrospec's network might see it and freak out.]
no subject
Noah meanwhile, had been eating, but noticed that Tim has gone missing. He's halfway across the room by the tables, standing and looking around as if he's trying to spot a little flying creature.]
no subject
Hey. Don't give us away, all right?
[And he'll just be coming up behind Noah, that normal smug tone in his voice as he speaks.]
Lose something?
no subject
No, I-
[He turns and sees-]
Tim!
[TIM HOW COULD YOU]
no subject
He's smirking as he lifts the little creature--Tim, apparently--so that Noah can see him better.]
Apparently this little guy's a music lover. He decided to come and hang out with me while I was playing.
no subject
[He holds out his hand for Tim, gonna let him go Dante]
He likes pianos. Dunno why.
no subject
Maybe he can recognize talent when he hears it.
[Not that he'd usually brag about his own prowess, but. There's something about Noah that just makes being a smug ass so tempting, especially after all the bullshit.]
no subject
Yeah. Congratulations on finally mastering Chopsticks.
[He's full of shit. He heard Dante playing and honestly he is pretty good, but like hell will he admit that]
no subject
What can I say? It took nine years, but persistence pays off in the end.
[There's a smirk on his face as he says it, but then he'll drop the lofty tone, at least a little bit.]
I'd say I'm surprised to see you here, but considering who's running it, I'm not. Did she get you the suit?
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Yeah. What of it?
[He's not sure how, but it feels like this was supposed to be an insult. Somehow.]
no subject
[A wide shrug. Sometimes the easiest way to fuck with someone is by doing nothing at all.]
It just looks like her style of choice, that's all.
no subject
Tch, so what? I think it looks fine.
no subject
Did I say there was anything wrong with it? I'm just thinking Ari's gotta be some kind of a miracle worker.
[Aaaaand the shoe drops.]
After all, she made you look presentable for polite company for a night. The only thing missing is the rabies collar.
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Tch. What would you know about polite company?
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[Dante picks one of the drinks from the table casually, as though he's not in the middle of this verbal sparring match. Too bad he's underage; prosecco would be perfect at this moment...]
Ari and I accompanied each other at balls like this all the time growing up.
[Unspoken is the insinuation that Noah doesn't belong.]
no subject
Sounds boring.
no subject
That's why we used to sneak out and go slumming. Explore all the darker parts of town, the places our parents wouldn't be caught dead in...
That's probably where we would've run into you, isn't it? In one of those darker alleys, I bet.
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[He gives an annoyed, almost bored sounding sigh as he rolls his eyes. This conversation is veering more into the sort of talk he'd hear from Ari's family, so it doesn't actually hit any of his nerves. He's had to build up too many defenses for it. He never asked to be here, doesn't want to be here, so why would he be upset that someone insinuates the same?
Not that he has any patience for it. Especially coming out of Dante, who he had nothing to gain from. He tolerated it from Ari's mother, because he needed her to help his dad. ]
But yeah yeah, I get it. I'm trash. I'm no one. I don't belong here. The only difference between me and those dogs over there is I can speak English. My dad should've left me in whatever dumpster he found me in, and Ari should earn sainthood for putting up with the likes of me.
[He looks Dante directly in the eyes. There's no real anger there, just annoyance]
Anything else, Bianca?
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[Does it faze Dante one bit that Noah's taking his words and spinning them to take it further than he might have on his own? Not one bit.]
Just making sure you know, Shirley.
I hope you're grateful for everything Ari does for you.
no subject
[Was he actually grateful to Ari? Sure, she treated him like a person and stuck out her neck for him. But he wasn't about to profess that to Dante, not when he was being an asshole.
He takes a drink of his soda.]
I got no interest in your world. I'm only here outta necessity. Once I graduate in two years, you'll never see me at one of these things again. Don't worry.