Winter Gala

[justaddh2o]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Jeopardy
WHEN: Saturday, December 21 from 5:00 p.m. onward into the early morning hours of Sunday, December 22.
WHAT: The Winter Gala Fundraiser for Jeopardy Relief Efforts
WARNINGS: Please include any necessary warnings in your TLs.
NOTES: This post will serve as a catch-all for logs for the entire event (though you’re also welcome to post things elsewhere, of course).

It's the most wonderful time of the year! Well, mostly. In the wake of a near-apocalyptic event, the city of Jeopardy is in need. What started out as an idea to advertise Rikki Chadwick's burgeoning business, after a little more planning and nabbing some ideas from Kenzi's post, she and Rupert have reconfigured and rebranded their idea to focus less on her and more on the relief effort.


Characters will enter the venue after giving a small donation at the door and they will be greeted by a large room lit in blues, soft pinks, and purples. From the ceilings hang snowflakes made of glass. The centerpieces are also made of glass. Come to think of it, nearly all the decorations are made of glass. Except, that is, the mistletoe hanging from several of the rafters and archways. A buffet-style dinner will be served from 5:00 p.m. to 6:30 p.m., at which point, the buffet tables and seating tables will be cleared away to make room for the makeshift stage for the DJ and a gigantic dance floor.

Drinks will be flowing, music will be playing, and people will be bidding on silent auctions to win everything from one of the centerpieces to a date with their favorite imPort and everything in between. So, eat, drink, and be merry until you can't stay awake any longer. Why not? It's all for a good cause, after all.

Comments

missle toe

[h2no]

Slightly drunk, Archie makes the fatal and very predictable mistake of obtaining a new drink for himself, then turning and walking directly into this man-mountain. He yelps, grabbing for his glass as it upends itself and shatters on the floor.

"Fuck!" he yelps, "Sorry!"

[biochemastery]

A sudden jostlement, a splatter of something wet, and a crash. More than enough to break him out of his musings, sweeping up the decorative train to keep it from dragging through the puddle of booze and broken glass before looking over

and down

at the man who just splashed him with alcohol. He can feel it trickling down his cleavage.

"If I'd paid for this, I'd be very displeased right now." He leans in closer. "I didn't. But let me hear that again, just one more time. Then I might be satisfied."

[h2no]

Arceus, lord and saviour, if there is an afterlife and a hell, please be merciful with him.

"Sorry..." he says again, a lot meeker. He's not scared per se as he is keenly aware of the size difference and, uh. Well. An unknown person possibly having spicy powers.

[biochemastery]

"Good," he purred. That was what he liked to hear. Still! Didn't mean he couldn't make this even more dramatic.

"You've convinced me. But watch where you're going next time, won't you?" In the space of a blink, he transforms into his very own custom, beautiful body. Taller. Curvier. Better.

And a deeper voice, deep enough to send ripples across the surface of his own drink, still carefully held in one large metal hand.

"You never know who you'll run into."

[h2no]

That was very dramatic. Archie would respect it, any other time. Right now though...

He screams. Very loudly. Sorry, Tyl. Or maybe not? Maybe Tyl will enjoy the brief, genuine and sheer terror that he exudes.

[biochemastery]

Well! "I've heard that one before." And it's refreshing, really, rather than getting asked for an autograph by some little scuttler on the street.

"Like it? I made it myself." Don't answer if that's a 'no', obviously. Or do, find out what happens. Either way, he'll have a good time.

[h2no]

It takes Archie some considerable willpower to stop screaming long enough to actually stop and consider what's going on in front of him properly. He takes a deep breath to calm himself.

"You have a great ass," he gets out, finally.

[biochemastery]

Yes, yes, starting to get a little--oh! Much better.

"It is great, isn't it?" He turned a little, to give it more of a spotlight. "I worked particularly hard on all of that," he traces the line of wasp waist to hips and thighs with a hand. And he's not kidding! Do you have any idea what kind of editing you have to do, to make biological parts fit into a snug waistline like this? It's not easy!

[h2no]

"You... what? You made it yourself?" he asks, bewildered and drunk.

[biochemastery]

"Of course I did," he reaches out, running a dark gray metal fingertip across the man's cheek. "Does that feel like it grew on me? No. This is all my work."

[h2no]

Archie flinches back from his hand, discomfort increasing exponentially.

"I... wouldn't know the difference," he says a little awkwardly, shifting in place. "That's... um. Good work?"

[biochemastery]

"Thank you." He stood back up to his full height, looking down at the man through glowing yellow lenses. He couldn't hold this form for very long, not with what he'd eaten. He was already starting to feel a little queasy, but he'd ignore it in the name of fun. "Tyl Regor, Chief Researcher, geneticist, augment designer," duh, "Chosen by the Queens to better the Grineer Empire. And you are?"

No really, what is this man. He's quite compact, for a human.

[h2no]

"N...noted. I'm... Archie. Just Archie. No titles or anythin' cool like that."

Suddenly, he feels very small. Not because of the hight difference, either.

"Why were you... human?"

[biochemastery]

"Archie." Odd name. It'd have to do, he supposed.

"Because I wanted to be, why else would I bother?" Urgh, his guts were being incorrigible. Time to change back before things got inconvenient.

"They didn't have this dress in my size, so I just had to make do."

[h2no]

"I don't know," he says, a little petulantly. "That's cowardice, though. You gotta go get dresses made for your fat ass, bro."

[biochemastery]

"Oh, I will," You could be certain he wasn't gonna pass up an opportunity to enhance his look! "But this stuff? Expensive. I'm spending the cash on lab equipment first. Then fashion. Until then?" He gestured to his small, less fashionable human self. "I take what they've got." As was only right!