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maskormenacelogs2015-03-21 05:51 pm
thephix) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-03-21 05:51 pm
[OPEN ] Spring Fling
WHO: Everyone!!
WHERE: A hotel in Heropa
WHEN: 20th of March. March. Because May is forever away
WHAT: Fundraising event for Atlas Hugged.
NOTES: There won't be any individual threadstarters, everyone can do their own thing! And there's an OOC post about the event here if anyone has questions.
WARNINGS: None so far. Please PM me if anything needs to be warned for
The first noticeable thing about the night is that the usual crowd of reporters that stalk imPort events is missing; Max made a point to keep things under wraps, due to the fact she's managed to get some rather important people to turn up, and they like their privacy. Still, she hasn't completely given up the advantages that come with exposure, so there are a few reporters amongst the crowd, but they're the type who know how to compose themselves at events like these. So while imPorts may be asked a few questions and get a request for a photo or two, the reports won't be intrusive and will move away if asked to do so.
There isn't anything particularly noteworthy inside. The ballroom is typical of most hotel ballrooms, and the decorations are elegant but simple, as she knows better than to be extravagant at a charity function, since she doesn't want to be seen as wasting money. The most interesting decorations are the flowers, beautiful arrangements spread across tables and hanging from the ceiling, just in case the theme wasn't obvious enough. Everything else is just simple whites and golds, and there's nothing so ostentatious as an ice sculpture. The food is along the same lines, simple hors d'oeuvres and finger food that are well made and taste good despite not being anything spectacular. And a lot of it follows along with the idea of spring, the focus being on fresh fruit and vegetables, which should make any vegetarians in the crowd happy.
ImPorts won't find themselves overly accosted by the other attendees, as Max was careful to invite people how know how to compose themselves, but they'll still be interested, and eager to hear about the imPorts' lives without asking any invasive or rude questions. ImPorts will be politely invited to conversations, offered flutes of champagne, and even be asked to dance by many of the other people attending. It makes the atmosphere light and warm and friendly, which is what Max was aiming for. People are more generous when they're happy.
There's no long, boring speeches or pitches to the crowd, Max simply introduces herself at the start of the evening, thanks the people and companies who've helped make the night possible, and asks that everyone do their best to enjoy themselves, only requesting a donation if they have the means and desire. She mentions that the funds from the night are going towards the purchase of a small apartment block that will be turned into a woman's shelter, and thanks her bosses at Atlas Hugged for allowing her the opportunity to help more people. Her speech finishes with another request that everyone enjoy themselves, and then she leaves the stage.
The night is mostly about mingling and having fun. There's a garden for the more reclusive types, or anyone who needs a break from the crowd, and inside there's classical music being played by a small orchestra, the music upbeat enough that anyone wishing to dance is definitely welcome to, and Max makes a point to join in a few of the dances herself, to encourage others to do the same. There's a bar, though only champagne and beer is on the tab; anything else will need to be paid for, and anyone who looks young will be asked to show ID.
Later in the evening, the auction starts up, all the items created by imPorts selling at a high price which makes Max smile to herself, and the other donated items do well, too. There's a few art pieces from artists, some sculptures and paintings, as well as some rare, old books that Max probably shouldn't have been able to get her hands on, but no one needs to know about that.
The auction is the only real distraction, though, and the left of the night is left for mingling, dancing, drinking, and eating.
Which is how parties should be, really.
WHERE: A hotel in Heropa
WHEN: 20th of March. March. Because May is forever away
WHAT: Fundraising event for Atlas Hugged.
NOTES: There won't be any individual threadstarters, everyone can do their own thing! And there's an OOC post about the event here if anyone has questions.
WARNINGS: None so far. Please PM me if anything needs to be warned for
The first noticeable thing about the night is that the usual crowd of reporters that stalk imPort events is missing; Max made a point to keep things under wraps, due to the fact she's managed to get some rather important people to turn up, and they like their privacy. Still, she hasn't completely given up the advantages that come with exposure, so there are a few reporters amongst the crowd, but they're the type who know how to compose themselves at events like these. So while imPorts may be asked a few questions and get a request for a photo or two, the reports won't be intrusive and will move away if asked to do so.
There isn't anything particularly noteworthy inside. The ballroom is typical of most hotel ballrooms, and the decorations are elegant but simple, as she knows better than to be extravagant at a charity function, since she doesn't want to be seen as wasting money. The most interesting decorations are the flowers, beautiful arrangements spread across tables and hanging from the ceiling, just in case the theme wasn't obvious enough. Everything else is just simple whites and golds, and there's nothing so ostentatious as an ice sculpture. The food is along the same lines, simple hors d'oeuvres and finger food that are well made and taste good despite not being anything spectacular. And a lot of it follows along with the idea of spring, the focus being on fresh fruit and vegetables, which should make any vegetarians in the crowd happy.
ImPorts won't find themselves overly accosted by the other attendees, as Max was careful to invite people how know how to compose themselves, but they'll still be interested, and eager to hear about the imPorts' lives without asking any invasive or rude questions. ImPorts will be politely invited to conversations, offered flutes of champagne, and even be asked to dance by many of the other people attending. It makes the atmosphere light and warm and friendly, which is what Max was aiming for. People are more generous when they're happy.
There's no long, boring speeches or pitches to the crowd, Max simply introduces herself at the start of the evening, thanks the people and companies who've helped make the night possible, and asks that everyone do their best to enjoy themselves, only requesting a donation if they have the means and desire. She mentions that the funds from the night are going towards the purchase of a small apartment block that will be turned into a woman's shelter, and thanks her bosses at Atlas Hugged for allowing her the opportunity to help more people. Her speech finishes with another request that everyone enjoy themselves, and then she leaves the stage.
The night is mostly about mingling and having fun. There's a garden for the more reclusive types, or anyone who needs a break from the crowd, and inside there's classical music being played by a small orchestra, the music upbeat enough that anyone wishing to dance is definitely welcome to, and Max makes a point to join in a few of the dances herself, to encourage others to do the same. There's a bar, though only champagne and beer is on the tab; anything else will need to be paid for, and anyone who looks young will be asked to show ID.
Later in the evening, the auction starts up, all the items created by imPorts selling at a high price which makes Max smile to herself, and the other donated items do well, too. There's a few art pieces from artists, some sculptures and paintings, as well as some rare, old books that Max probably shouldn't have been able to get her hands on, but no one needs to know about that.
The auction is the only real distraction, though, and the left of the night is left for mingling, dancing, drinking, and eating.
Which is how parties should be, really.
OTA
He walks around, mingling easily, watching the unfamiliar dances. He seems rather at home among the flowers, the music, and the crowd, perhaps more relaxed than anyone has seen him in the last nearly two months.
max briest | ota
She's completely on her game tonight, easy smile in place and light on her feet as she moves from person to person, almost gliding amongst the crowd as she ensures that everyone is enjoying themselves. This isn't entirely her usual thing; she doesn't host parties, simply attends them, and there's a difference to it, but that just makes it all the more of a challenge, and therefore more interesting. It's important to her that the event goes well, both for the cause itself and for her own position in the company and world in general. There's no Sphinx here, not really, which means that Max has to rely on this main persona, and she wants that persona to be a successful one.
It gives her an edge of nerves that might not exist otherwise, but that's something she can easily bury. No one needs to see that she's stressed, they need to see that she's confident and together and can be relied on to make things work, because that's the impression she needs to give.
So, of course, she's taken it on herself to speak with everyone, offering a simple "I hope you're enjoying yourself," or "Is there anything I could get you?"
For those she doesn't know, there's offers of introductions, while previous acquaintances get a more personalized greeting, but everyone is treated like they matter to her, regardless of whether they've got lots of money or not (and she probably knows if they do). Kindness might not be the easiest thing for Max, but she doesn't struggle to fake it when it's for something that matters, so she makes do.
As the evening wears on, she might be found out in the garden, sneaking a quiet cigarette to help keep herself composed, especially since she'll be there right until the end of the night. She'll likely even help pack up and clean, but until then, it's time to socialize.
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He's late, so it takes him a while to find the hostess. He finally locates her out in the garden, which is really preferable, because he's carrying an envelope of hard cash in his pocket and he tries to avoid whipping those out in the view of the public.]
Hey, sorry...
[For approaching her while she's in the middle of a smoke. He gives her a crooked little smile, drawing the envelope out of his jacket.]
Somebody just asked me to hand this to you.
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But it's just something to file away to think on later.]
No apologies necessary, what do you have for me?
[She tilts her head at the envelope, guessing that it's cash, but she isn't one to leap straight to conclusion.
In her world, she'd have to worry about it potentially being some kind of assassination attempt, but that isn't so much of a problem here.]
no subject
I, uh, didn't count it.
[Yes he did, because it's his money. $50,000 in $100 bills. The envelope is unmarked, however.]
no subject
It's a lot, but she barely blinks before closing the envelope and tucking it into her purse.]
You wouldn't know the name of this mysterious benefactor, would you?
[She'll have to get it laundered, of course. Just in case.]
no subject
Pretty weird.
[Yeah, cool story. Jesse rubs the back of his neck, shrugging.]
no subject
You didn't consider taking the money yourself?
[There's no judgement in her tone, just curiosity. She knows that lots of people would just take the money and run.]
no subject
There's a headline: "Local Hero Steals Shitload of Cash From Homeless Charity".
no subject
I suppose only if you were caught. But I still must thank you, not everyone would have done the right thing.
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It's nothing, seriously.
[Seriously.]
no subject
[Max has no idea where Jesse got this money, but if there's more of it, she'd rather not scare him off by pressing too much.
Instead, she fishes her cigarette case out of her bag.]
Do you smoke?
no subject
If you're offering, yeah.
no subject
[She flicks open the case and holds it out. Considering - everything about Max, they're cheap cigarettes, but at least there's a lighter in the case with them.]
You're Jesse, aren't you?
no subject
Yeah, that's me.
no subject
[Max might seem like she's above that sort of thing, but gossip can be the best kind of information source.]
no subject
[He's being modest. He knows, he knows. Healing the sick does make one popular.]
no subject
[Someone like Jesse, who can basically heal with a touch...
It makes an impact.]
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[Of course.]
You know, if you guys wanted, I could come by now and then, make the rounds at the shelter.
no subject
[And of course she'd ask it of him, but there are conventions that need to be followed.]
no subject
[Not as fast as he'd like, but whatever.]
no subject
We do what we can with the resources we have. $50 grand will go as far as a day of your time would.
[Her smile says I know it's your money, but it also says I won't tell anyone.]
no subject
Save the money for food and clothes. I can handle the medical stuff. It's seriously nothing.
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[Which is why she exists, even if she doesn't operate here the same way she does at home.]
If you wish to visit, I certainly won't stop you, but it seems as though your energy is best conserved for emergencies.
no subject
[That's not entirely true. Mr. White helped. But only after a lot of begging and beating and a night spent in hell.]
I wanna do what I can.
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You should talk to them, too. It does people good to see their circumstances aren't inescapable.
no subject
Of course, yeah. I'd be happy to.
no subject
[It's a compliment, and a thank you without saying it again.]
You should let me take you to dinner one day.
[Framing it like it'd be for her to thank him, but it's also a way to get to know him better and get more money out of him.]
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Anytime. You already got my number.
[Since they're both imPorts.]
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[She still thinks the network is really weird and clearly just a way for the government to easily keep track of them.]
Kasumi Goto | ota
All the same, she keeps to herself for the most part, hanging around the bar and nursing a flute or two or three of champagne as she prefers to people-watch all night, taking note of the important persons present and trying to get a read on their motives and such. The few conversations struck with her are limited very much to discussions about the pieces on auction (some of which she personally helped in the procurement of) or how wonderfully this was all put together. She diverts and evades any questions about her identity or her life as an imPort. Still, she doesn't--and won't--actually turn away anyone who wants to talk to her.