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Rikki Chadwick ([personal profile] justaddh2o) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2019-12-20 04:39 am

Winter Gala

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.
flightforfreedom: (don't like this one bit)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2020-01-05 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't say anything for a long minute, frowning down at the ground and tapping the ash from his cigarette a little too hard off the side.

That was what should happen, right? That was what was bound to happen?

But he was just getting so tired of trying to keep his own feelings so closely guarded, especially when it was so clear he wasn't guarding them well at all.

He took another brisk drag of his cigarette and then roughly put it out on the banister.

"... It matters." He decided, his voice low. "I can't keep doing this. I have to fix something."