[ OPEN ] IMPORT CHARITY BALL

[pyms]

WHO: Any imPorts
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: backdated August 22nd
WHAT: A charity ball; wining, dining and dancing (optional: disasters)
WARNINGS: Nothing/Add if needed


IMPORT CHARITY BALL

[ The event is held in a re-modeled, warehouse. For those willing to dress up, dust off their best semi-formal attire, there are plenty of seats and plenty of room for hungry stomaches and thirsty participants. Imports, registered or not, are welcomed in. Civilians are also in attendance to poke and prod, politely one would hope, at any and all that are there.

Hank, of course, will be there to do a quick presentation on the building. He will go through the idea, the phases of construction, the benefits and why this is a good step in the right direction. The money raised here will go to the operational costs of the building and so on and so forth. Everyone will either stop listening to him or look up from their comms and be thankful he's done. Any questions and complaints, cheers or jeers, he'll be around to smooth things out. ]

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DEMONSTRATION CUBES

[pyms]

[ This is a fundraiser for a training facility so appropriately, there are two demonstration (around 10ft) areas of how training simulators. This will be demonstrating the hard light holograms. Those willing and brave enough to try will have the option of fighting a faceless opponent - simple punches and kicks, charges and attacks slowed to a speed that even a child could fight it. A maximum of two users are allowed in at once. There are (modified to be a range of one to five but max is ten) difficulty setting that are controlled by a voice. The environmental setting will default to a grid-like area.

There is a warning that gets spoken when users enter the area: this will be transmitted to the big screens that are overhead, your actions will be broadcasted. ]

OTA

[yatagarasu]

[Kay kicks off her shoes, and pats her hair to make sure it remains in place. She cracks her knuckles and lets out a caw; a crow flutters toward her and settles on her shoulder.]

I think it's time I put my training to the test! [Kay, no, you're in a DRESS. And you'll mess up your lovely updo. Pls.]

OTA

[acrobrat]

[OPTION A:

A sheet of paper is already in Anita's hand when she hurries over to the demonstration cubes. Already strapped to her legs are two trusty holsters full of paper.]

Bring it on. I'm not afraid of any dumb demonstration!

[OPTION B:

Or you can watch her on the screens facing her opponent alone. Anita ducks and dodges with ease, performing flips and kicks and occasionally letting loose a paper blade. She is determined, tough, strong. Nothing can faze her, and in fact - ]

Is that all you've got?!

BAR BLOCKS

[pyms]

[ With the lights turned off, the bar will glow a purple and light blue neon colour. Alcohol is optional, there are other beverages available for those underage or simply avoiding alcohol. Pym's Anthill will feature in limited quantities. ]

OPEN

[sassguard]

[ The bar reminds Shepard a hell of a lot of Purgatory, so that's what he heads for the minute he comes into the room. The suit he's rented for the occasion is already looking a bit rumpled and worn despite the fact that he's been here for maybe all of ten minutes. While it's not exactly N7-issue armor, or any of the dress blues he's ever worn (seriously, this was people's idea of formal wear in this era?) it's an improvement over his police uniform.

Plus, the fact that the bartender isn't trying to poison him or mix him something to burn a hole right through his stomach helps. At the moment, he's nursing a glass of whiskey, but he's also holding the drinks menu in one hand and giving it a critical once-over.

Hey, if you've got a biotic metabolism, you might as well take advantage of it, right? ]

[pyms]

[ You'd think being on stage enough would have guaranteed that he gets priorities on drinks, but that is not the case. Hank's tapping his finger restlessly; it's only been a five minute wait, still it feels like forever. He glances up and down the section. There are a few familiar face and those that less so. The game of trying to see which imPorts came and which civilians looks generous quickly grows old, and he leans over to the nearest person to him to complain about this sad state of service. ]

You know what does it take to get a drink here? I've been waiting for - [ Checking his watch ] five minutes.

OTA

[defections]

[He heard about this party - that's what it is, it's a party - and he thought that it might warrant taking a break from trying to build a reputation to actually meet some of the people who he now lives...near. Around. Even his roommates he doesn't know very well, if only because he feels like he leaves the unit before anyone is awake, or maybe they all leave earlier than he does.

It wouldn't surprise him.

He's drinking something alcoholic and reclining against the bar, and watching people come and go. Stop for a chat. He's really an okay kind of guy.]

[osreborn]

[ Charity events are something Norman Osborn doesn't care about in the slightest, but he knows well enough to show up and donate. It's all part of playing the part, reputations really are everything in such small environments. Larger ones too, but the size of Heropa and the imPort populous lends itself to easy scrutiny upon any individual.

After examining the demonstrations briefly -- too much surveillance to make staying long worthwhile -- he makes his way toward the bar, mentally calculating how much is appropriate to give without shooting higher than necessary. He orders a martini and glances over to his company at the bar. ]

Interesting set-up tonight, isn't it?

[selfimage]

[ Loki's not in the get-up he usually supports for fancy occasions, instead the golden horns and the armor are replaced with a double-breasted jacket and a simple high-color white button-up. he looks like anyone else at the party, if not a little sinister (it was just his face, really! he wasn't always plotting like everyone thought--most of the time).

he orders easily, but despite his best confidence, the bartender still asks him for his ID. he hands it over with a sigh, like he's partially put out. the bartender gives him the once over, Loki offers a charming smile, and he's off to get his drink.

as the bartender turns around, a flick of his wrist changes the ID back into a normal, if not ratty looking business card that he tucks back into his inner jacket pocket.

he glances over at Cary and puts a finger to his lips. ]

ota!

[redhairring]

[ She's not going to be Freddie Lounds: Public Embarrassment this time, no siree bob. An extra ten dollar bill (and her phone number) given to the bartender makes sure that Freddie only stays at three drinks tonight, no matter what she says or no matter how much she pleads. This is going to be a social gathering that she won't make the headlines for...for almost getting bashed in the head with a loaf of bread.

Freddie's wearing a surprisingly tasteful black cowl-neck dress with a pair of black stilettos. Taking a sip of her martini, she looked out across the dance floor.

She wasn't going to dance. Freddie was not the best dancer and, again, the goal of the evening was to make sure someone was more of a public embarrassment than her...so she could blow it up in Tattlecrime the next day. After all, morals were for losers. ]

as open as it is short

[fingerbang]

[ Okay, bloated textspiel in the other comment aside, there is no way she's going through this without a drink of some kind -- not to imbibe so much as to have something in her hand, as humans do at events like these. Something normal. It doesn't hurt that, in a pinch, she can always pour the contents on someone instead of stabbing them repeatedly. ]

So this is what he's been working on, [ she mutters, looking at the product in question. Is that it? It looks like a perfectly average bottle of beer. ]

PHOTOBOOTHS

[pyms]

[ If you aren't tired of the photographers and want to share a memory with your date. There are two classic photobooths on opposite sides of the room. Print outs are in full colour and proceeds will go to the building, of course. Please think of the children before you do anything lewd. ]

OTA

[kegflipped]

[ Troy's chosen one of the photobooths as his target for shenanigans, but he's starting small. In fact, he doesn't really have much of a plan. He's just wearing a badge (that he obviously made himself) that reads: "FREE PHOTO GAGS."

He's not completely sure what that means, himself, but he'll play it by hear if he gets any bites. Appropriately, he acts like the photo booth's attendant, nodding pleasantly and offering greetings to anybody who gets close enough. ]

MINGLE/DANCE OFF

[pyms]

[ What it says on the tin. Discuss the building and if there's a need for it. Why talk about the various demonstrators in the cube. Talk about what in gods name are people doing inside the photobooths and why you ought to avoid the blue drinks that taste like anti-freeze. ]

OTA

[yatagarasu]

[OPTION A:

Kay looks gorgeous. Her hair is braided and done up instead of being pulled back into her usual ponytail with the giant key. She is wearing this dress and these shoes.

You can catch her mingling with the crowd, or clutching a glass - don't worry, it's 100% fruit punch.

OPTION B:

Or you can catch her on the dance floor, putting her hands up in the air and boogieing like there's no tomorrow. Her steps are in time with the rhythm and she looks like she's enjoying it, judging from the exhilarated expression on her face and how she doesn't mince her moves.]

OTA

[acrobrat]

[Anita can be found where there is food, staring in awe at all the food laid out and piling her plate with a little bit of...well, everything she can get her hands on.

She sits well away from much of the crowd; approach?]

OTA

[hands4healing]

[I
Winry is pleased to be at a party, and happy to talk to anyone. She's wearing this dress, with similar shoes, only in blue to match her dress. Her hair is swept up into a bun, but loose strands still frame her face. She may be contemplating the food, or have a (non-alcoholic) drink in hand.

II

Standing at the edge of the dance floor, she looks ready to step out there. Want to join her? Granted, her style of dancing might be better suited to waltzes, barn dances, or swing.]

(mostly) OTA

[liverletdie]

(A)
[ Tony was here, mostly, for Hank Pym. Because he was running a Charity, and because he was an Avenger. He had his own things he should be doing, of course, but being visible and supportive was another thing to do, especially when you were running an up and coming business.

So he was here, and he was saying hi to people, and he'd even brought a date with him, which was probably less surprising than anything else. Sometimes, though they separated, or later on, he didn't seem to be with her at all, even though they'd arrived together.

He even asked a few women to dance. ]

(B - Locked to Karla Sofen)
[ He'd thought it would be a good night out, and why not take a good friend who he'd been seeing semi-regularly out with him? He occasionally let his hand fall to the small of her back, or pointed things out with a gentle nudge against her arm, before pointing at one thing or another.

Honestly, he was having a good time, dressed in a tux that he didn't own (regrettably) and after having driven a very fine (rental) car here. It was unfortunate that he couldn't take anything that was really his, but that would come with time, and he was still trying to be frugal, as poor of a situation as it was.

He mostly stuck to her side, as long as she was willing, a hand out for her back, or leading her to the dance floor, or offering her a drink, if she wanted it. ]

[performance]

option a - ota

[ It's not exactly like he's in a position to give back to the community (philanthropy is for adults and people with full time jobs), but he is a formerly-if-not-currently rich kid and has done more than one magazine photoshoot highlighting the most influential people under the age of 18, so here he is, making an appearance. The suit is a rental, but it does look nice, complete with a tie that matches his blue eyes.

So Dick can be found mingling like he was born to do this (or adopted, but that's semantics), drinking something pink and non-alcoholic out of a champagne flute and flirting politely with just about anyone in his general age group. ]

option b - for kf

[ Wally's own disastrous taste in clothes aside, he looks kind of obnoxiously good in the outfit Dick finally stuffed him into. Which is a point of pride and frustration for Dick, but he's doing his very best to ignore that second thing. Anyway, he is having a good time. Having his best friend to talk to when the mingling and small talk gets boring is such a relief, and there's something ridiculously fun about pretending they're both here undercover when that's not the case at all (like he'd said: playing James Bond). It's a mission, and a social event, and an obligation third, which is a nice change of pace. ]

I gotta say, this is a lot less boring than the parties I usually go to. Which is maybe two thirds the company [ and here he shoots Wally his Tiger Beat grin ] and one third the fact that they have a fight club over there. [ He tips his glass in the direction of the demonstrations. ] Didn't see that one coming.

ota!

[brushoff]

option a
[ Dorian's been living off of ramen and the goodwill of others for the past few weeks. His suit explained why. This was the one good suit Dorian owned. It was a dark slate gray (the irony of which wasn't lost on him) and fitted pretty well actually, the results of Dorian browbeating the tailor to just get the damn suit finished before the ball. He looked like he belonged here. And, as he flitted between citizen and citizen, putting on a smile and occasionally getting somebody's number for later, Dorian acted like he belonged here as well.

In his mind, he was the life of the party--and, he looked like he was on cloud nine. After the flitting around, however, he migrates towards the punchbowl, to take a sip of something that's vaguely ginger ale flavored and watch, eyes following people around in a near predatory way. ]

option b
[ Of course Dorian knows how to dance. He was high society back in the day and continued to frequent places where dancing happened on a regular basis. And so, when he's not mingling, he's dancing, pulling some woman close to him as they move around the dance floor--and occasionally winking at some of the men, in a definite 'call me later' fashion.

Walking up to any import that looked between the ages of 'late teenager' and 'not having any gray hair', Dorian couldn't help but flash a charismatic grin. ]

Care for a dance?

Loki | OTA kinda

[selfimage]

open.

[ this was the first time in his life (or lives) that he paid attention to any semblance of mortal fashion (it was up there with cinema, theater, and Animal Crossing), and as flashy as he tended to be, he vouched for something a little more simple. a double breasted jacket and a high collar were all he needed to look just a bit pretentious. where he got it was anyone's guess, he was incredibly resourceful when it came down to the details, and quite a way of dancing around truths. there was enough texture in the jacket to contrast nicely to the slacks. (he had worn his boots beneath his pants, just in case, but that was a bit of a secret unless someone knew what they were looking for.) a part of him sorely hoped he made some other choice people look tacky.

he's here with a red-headed date, but occasionally he seems to wander off to the bar, or he's keeping an eye on the screens, or he's both greeting people and pointedly avoiding others.

the wonderful thing about these kind of events were two things. a) there was quite a lot of trouble to make and b) quite a lot of opportunity if you looked in the right place. ]


for lydia.

[ some things were a little more thrilling in little ways than others were—and magicking up a few business cards to look like fake IDs at a party thrown by someone who definitely knew that he wasn't technically of age was one of them. take that, Hank Pym. he could come up with a good argument about Asgardian customs, but why not just bypass it and head right into mixed drinks and home brewed ale? ]

He's certainly gone all-out. His little pet project may just pay off.

[ he shows up with a drink, looking just faintly satisfied as he hands it to her. the hand holding the IDs flicks them and they fade in a dim green glow back to a couple of no-name business cards, he tucks them away in his pocket for safe keeping. ]

And a good opportunity for you.

OTA

[hackitude]

[Skye came without a date, because who needs guys, right? Not because the particular dude she wanted to ask to come with her wasn't available, or anything.

She actually looks pretty nice, though. It's not every day Skye dresses up, after all. But she's dressed in a simple and classy white pencil dress. She seems to be having a good time, socialising everywhere and dancing with everyone she can.]

ota

[pyms]

[ He actually forgot about bringing a date. It seemed irrelevant anyway. He wanted to get the message across, grab as much rich people as he can and he could do that, date or no date. At least he remembered to clean up his appearance, shave and dressed for the occasion.

Hank did his best to mingle but his tolerance for people poking and prodding and asking an endless stream of questions on topics he has clearly covered already ends somewhere between the first bottle of water to the third. He doesn't manage to sit down and tuck himself back into his work, but keeping his head down, absorbed in a data pad displaying data from the demonstration cube does make it look like he's busy enough not to be easily disturbed.

Those that approach doesn't get a greeting right away; it usually takes a few moments for him to get his head out of his work. ]

Margaery Tyrell/ OTA

[throneinmyside]

[It's strange, coming to a ball without being on someone's arms. One of her brothers would always accompany her, then it was Renly, then Joffrey. It made her wonder who would accompany her when she was widow, if she truly was when she returned to King's Landing.

But those thoughts were pushed aside as she entered the ball, an excited look on her face. She wore a gown in blue with a gold choker, her hair put up in curls with a pink rose tucked in brown strands. She accepts a champagne flute, not checking what the contents were as she began to move through the crowd.]

open sesame

[fingerbang]

[ These are the pertinent facts, in Lust's mind: the man is her housemate, and he's been well-mannered enough. If all goes as he hopes, this will be the beginning of something significant for the imPort population -- trivial as most of them may be. She could at least put in a brief appearance for, well, appearances, and isolate those who are worth talking to.

That does not mean she's happy to be here. It's not as though she doesn't know what an event like this requires, at least in the abstract -- there were always military balls, in the early days, that needed to be closely monitored. But she was always waiting in the wings back then, concealed from the prying eyes of whoever might even remotely matter, and that's a luxury she hasn't been able to afford for years now. At least it's not quite as blatant as the swear-in affairs. Nobody's been stupid enough to lay hands on her yet, and there's not a mechanical shark in sight.

Her pride and self-interest keep her from being a complete wallflower, though, so you can find her mingling with no apparent difficulty as the night goes on, listening more than talking. Her smile is convincing! Her sternum is covered! Her date is nonexistent! And you really, really do not want to ask her to dance. ]