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

[heliophilic]

Finn... Another suitor up for auction today, and one of the big winners, if he remembers correctly.

"Your masochism bids?" M helpfully asks.

It's almost funny, how differently he feels standing near Poe now than he did when he first met the guy. Then again, a lot's happened in a year.

"People saw a kid and stopped reading," he replies with a shrug.

[flightforfreedom]

"Yeah." It wasn't exactly a secret - M could go look it up himself if he was really curious. And it wasn't as if his history was a secret, either. But he still gave it a shrug to lesson the weight of it.

"Well, I guess people know what they came for," he said wryly. "Their loss, your gain." A pause, and then, spurred maybe by M's unusually amiable demeanour:

"You want a drink?"

[heliophilic]

Luckily for Poe, M got his sadism satisfied by forcing Loki to spend more time with him, so he doesn't feel the need to pry more.

At the question, he pauses for a second before nodding.

"I feel as though I should buy."

[flightforfreedom]

"You buy the first, I'll buy the second." See, this is what we call peace making.

He's not totally sure what he did in the first place but he's never wanted to be on the guy's bad side anyway.

"Just virgin cocktails for me, though. Overindulgence and I have danced enough lately."

[heliophilic]

"If you insist."

He doesn't say anything again until they're both seated at the bar, waiting for their first drinks to arrive.

"I'm glad I ran into you," M says, glancing over at his companion. "I'm usually not the kind, but I think I owe you an apology."

[flightforfreedom]

He raises an eyebrow, taking a seat and then leaning an elbow and most of his weight onto the bar.

"Uh - Do you?" Sure, M had been pretty prickly with him since they met and they hadn't got on, but Poe didn't expect to get on with everyone, and M had hardly done anything to hurt him.

[heliophilic]

M leans forward against the bar, looking over Poe's way.

"I know I'm an asshole, and I generally consider it part of my charm, but when it came to you I got a little less charming about it." He's nothing if not frank, apparently. Especially when he's not entirely sure how to phrase this. "I didn't like you, in a way I didn't like someone before. It had nothing to do with anything you did, and yet your mere existence irked me."

Before M can figure out what to say next, their drinks come. He gladly takes a sip of his to get his thoughts in order--the fight computer isn't exactly helpful when it comes to matters of the heart. Unless those matters involve the literal heart and its removal from someone else's body.

"It took me a long time to figure it out--You were close to Apollo in a way no one else I knew was, other than me. And I didn't know where Apollo and I stood."

[flightforfreedom]

Oh. Oh. His eyebrows raise a little. He genuinely hadn't considered --

Huh.

"I get it."

He said it with an honest conviction. Almost a commiseration. "But as you probably know by now, it isn't like that." A pause. "Not that he isn't super hot, don't get me wrong, but we've only ever been friends." He tilted his head.

"Sounds like you guys finally figured things out, though? That's good, right?"

[heliophilic]

"Do you?" M replies, spoken in a tone of someone who... hasn't fully understood what the hell those feelings are supposed to mean. 622 is right. There really needs to be a manual.

At the bit about Apollo, M merely shrugs as he takes another drink. He does know. He always knew, if he's being honest with himself, but it was more it didn't matter back then.

"I think so."

[flightforfreedom]

“Yeah, of course. It’s not like I’m immune to it, even if I wish I was. But it’s worse when you’re not sure where you stand, right? Once you figure things out... it’s harder to get at you.”

He takes a sip of his own drink then offers M a warm smile.

“Hey, ‘I think so’ is a start, though I hope it’s a little more solid than that?”

[heliophilic]

M nods at that, because while he sure as hell still doesn't get it, that part at least checks.

"Things between me and him started out complicated and will remain complicated for the rest of our lives, regardless of whether or not we're together that long."

The downside of being with your alternate reality, married boyfriend.

[flightforfreedom]

Poe wet his lips, considering that, and then nodded, turning his class on the bar a couple times before taking another drink.

"... Yeah. That-- That's definitely something I get, too. For what it's worth, though... Complicated doesn't mean it can't be something solid. You know?"

[heliophilic]

"We haven't tried to kill each other, so I'll take that as a win," is all M says in reply. He doesn't necessarily believe in luck or curses, but he's also met a literal demon, so he's going to hedge his bets here on saying something that will come back to bite him in the ass later.

Things are working. But one day they maybe won't. It's the nature of life.

[flightforfreedom]

"Was that a concern?" He asks a little wryly.

"Do you two tend to flirt with murder attempts?"

He's heard of stranger.

[heliophilic]

"Can't speak for him, but that's how me and my ex before I got here broke up," he replies, equally as wry.

It's been years now, but Matt--Prometheus--is still a sore subject that he can't help but constantly bring up over and over again, as if this time he actually still won't feel betrayed by the whole thing.