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

[leatherboots]

"I shall have to be on my best behaviour then."

Which... is normally a big ask, but Hentzau is more than capable of being perfectly charming when he needs to. It's just not always as fun as being on his worst behaviour. He sips meditatively on his champagne, adding:

"I'd hate to think I'd caused anyone to throw themselves through a bathroom window. Sounds like rather bad form."

[rebelhealer]

"Honestly, so long as you aren't about to start spouting about the evils of freedom or plot to poison everybody, I think you'll do fine." He hangs out with a Decepticon on a semi-regular basis, after all.

"In the meantime, perhaps you can think about that other activity I promised as part of the deal."

[leatherboots]

"The evils of freedom?" Rupert laughs incredulously, setting aside his champagne on the table in fear of spilling it in his amusement. "That's awful -- no, quite the opposite, I assure you. I'm rather fond of my freedom, and others' too. You have my word on that."

And as for the other activity, Rupert shrugs expressively. His understanding of this new, modern world is growing day by day but there is still an awful lot left to be discovered.

"I'm not entirely sure what else we might do. Do you like dancing? We could go to a club, perhaps."

[rebelhealer]

"Then I think we're going to get along just fine." How is it that people from other worlds seem to actually get it when it comes to having freedom taken away, while so many from his own world are stubbornly foolish about it. Even the Decepticon gets it.

"I dance sometimes, though I've never really gone out and done it for fun. I can show you the famous Anders Spicy Shimmy."

[leatherboots]

"What on Earth do you mean, 'never danced for fun'?" Rupert asks with a bright laugh of amused disbelief. He picks up his champagne once more, sipping it and eyeing Anders over the rim. The fact that he seems to have a spicy shimmy is definitely intriguing, even more so that it is apparently a famous one.

"You mean to say you have only danced for business?"

[rebelhealer]

That gets a little chuckle out of Anders. "No, I just mean that there wasn't much call for dancing back home, and when I did go to parties it was because my friend dragged me along so she wouldn't have to deal with the stuffed shirts by herself."

Not that he could blame her. Kirkwall's elite weren't what he'd call good company, and she only went because she felt obligated. And even then, she'd blown parties off more than once.

[leatherboots]

"Well, there will be no stuffed shirts at the parties I will drag you to, of that I assure you," he promises grandly.

"Talking of parties-" The gala was a party of Hentzau's devising after all, "-What do you think of this one?"

[rebelhealer]

"I think the decor is interesting," Anders points to the snowflakes hanging above them, and the crystal candle-holder in the center of the table. "And so far, this swear-in isn't looking to turn into a robot attack or zombie invasion, so that's a plus. Hopefully more swear-ins will be less dangerous now that the OTO's been dealt with."