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 Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 6:51 am
Cerissé Belcourt ( Outfit) It seemed a familiar face had appeared at the table while Cerissé had been off bothering a conductor about how to handle his orchestra. It had been a very important mission. Still, with her champagne back in hand, she took a minute to pointedly glance over Tristan at the other side of the table in his suit. Then she glanced around the room to see if she could spot any of her fellow violinists. None to be found. That was fine. As she half leaned back over the table to Tristan, she smiled. "Looks like Colette isn't here to fawn over you." she stated, her expression so neutral it was difficult to tell if she was teasing him (was she?) or just striking up a casual conversation of it's own.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 8:16 am
Tristan had been on his way to the bar, but had hesitated by a table, suddenly uncertain of everything in a new way. He saw a glimpse of a girl in black and pink that made his heart skitter, the tugs of Déjà vu threatening to get the better of him. It had his steps slowing long enough for someone to lean across the table to get his attention.
Startled, he jerked his head over to her, blinking green eyes several times before he recognized her and what she was saying to him. Keeping from flushing too soon, though his ears were certainly red, he offered her a tentative albeit strained smile. At first, he didn't know what to say, because he wasn't prepared to run into anyone he knew (because that list was so very, very small) so now that he had...
"Probably for the best," he offered in lieu of much else. "I am heading to the bar, would you want to accompany me...?" Tristan blinked, realizing that he never properly got her name, even if he had taken several photos of her. "Ah, we were not...properly introduced." His lips pressed together thoughtfully.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 8:25 am
Tom was about to take a nice bite on some of the buffet food he had managed to snag, before he felt a push from behind, and found himself falling over, food flying out of his hands, and him landing on the floor a bit hard, though luckily he managed to avoid falling face first, but his arms were going to be sore. He tried to assess what had just happened and turned around to see what or who had bumped into him.
It was a girl with quite the amount of curls and a pink outfit and shoes that were probably the cause of all of this, seeing as how the heels seemed to be a bit too big. Although he was a bit annoyed that his food was now... mostly inedible; after all, he could still eat it, it would just be really gross, he was more concerned about the girl who had bumped into him, and as gently as he could, got himself up and looked to see if he could help. "Are you all right?" He asked, hoping that he wasn't sounding like an idiot.Ghouliboo I'm assuming she had enough force to push both of them to the ground? XD
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 8:40 am
Mags Butler - dress
Oh sweet lord'a mercy.
Mags knew she wasn't the most graceful of gals, but she'd had at least hoped that she could have kept her galloping under control in such a pristine 'n proper situation as this one was. But no, now she had to go and make a plum fool of herself and some poor fella who'd been trying to take part in the free food too.
She'd been so caught up in the embarrassment of the situation that she didn't even notice the rascal cats that poked their head out from under one of the tables to snatch away some of the man's fallen food. Varmints.
"Ah'm so sorry." One hand moved to push her curls back behind her ear as she struggled to stand up and de-tangle herself from the man in the penguin suit. He didn't seem to have any problem getting up on his own but she struggled with difficult heels still on her feet. "Ah guess Ah was gettin' a little too excited about food, there."
Her hands moved to brush against the poofy, ugly pink dress she'd picked out for five bucks and outstretched one palm towards the man. She really hoped that she hadn't stained his tux - lord only knew she didn't make enough to buy herself a proper dress, much less afford the cleaning of someone's fancy suit. "Mags Butler. Ah'm sorry about that - can Ah get you a new plate, friend?"
SSBrosB Mags is about 6' and nothing but limbs, so knowing the way she tromps around everywhere, it wouldn't be surprising! Also, Bob thanks you for your donation to his and Silk's food pile.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 8:44 am
Cerissé Belcourt ( Outfit) She held in a small laugh, cupping her free hand over her mouth for the sake of politeness as she did so. Colette would have taken advantage of that moment to schmooze up a storm. Good thing Colette wasn't here. "I already have a drink, but.." she held up the Champagne flute as she spoke in gesture of the barely touched drink. Champagne was sweet and very uninteresting, despite being a rather hoity-toity drink. Perhaps Cerissé was just an extra level of fancy which also dictated that quality was a requirement as well. She pondered the concept of a hospital serving alcohol. That would likely be some interesting paperwork, at least. "I'd be happy to join you."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 8:47 am
Despite her efforts, Rory couldn't keep from smiling at him even though she didn't show any teeth, because her lips were pressed too firmly together in a poor attempt to stave off the smile. "Hey," she began, going for a playful as she could manage, the small amount of alcohol that'd been in the bubbly drink already seeming too warm in her veins. Had she eaten before the gala?
No, she couldn't remember eating anything all day.
"I happen to think that Bob is perfectly wonderful name. One of my favorite people happens to be named that." Her thoughts drifted to her dad cat and how fiercely he cared about her. Then, she wondered what he might be doing, if he was meowing in her room after having slipped through the cracked bedroom window trying to get her attention only to realize she wasn't home.
Maybe he was off doing guardian cat things or whatever Bob did when he wasn't with her. Either way, she hoped he was safe.
"So, I doubt an abhorrent name would have me running away." Something about the champagne made her feel a little more empowered, lighter and she considered if she would drink another if offered. Probably, even knowing it was, likely, a bad idea.
Rory's breath got stuck in her throat as he bowed for her, hand outstretched and if she hadn't kept enough of her wits about her the flute would have slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor in surprise. She was lucky, because she didn't drop the glass and instead took a small, but hesitant step forward, peeling one hand from the flute to carefully place her fingers against his palm. "I - I think I could make room for you." She paused, teeth grazing her bottom lip before she said his name, "Akio." 315 words, also are you creeping? you creep
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 9:13 am
Tom Wolf: still doesn't have a ref, may have regretted not putting the hat on Tom took her hand and helped her back onto her feet, though it was a bit hard with those heels on. "It's no problem. The food looks delicious here. I'm very excited to try it out." He replied, though hoping it didn't sound like some innuendo or something. He thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye taking the food, but decided he was just seeing things.
The dress was... interesting. Though Tom knew that not everyone could afford the best looking clothes to attend these events. There were many ways one could get a ticket after all, so they didn't need to be rich to be able to get in. Although he would probably have to have his tux cleaned. Luckily though he still had a few more back at home if this one couldn't be replaced. He didn't like wearing them much anyway.
"Tom Wolf. It's okay, really. I can imagine how it is to walk in heels like those. But... if you're so excited for food, how about we both get some together? You don't have to get me a new plate though. I'm sure there's plenty of food." He replied, smiling. He was glad that she had offered though. But there seemed to be plenty of food left so there wasn't any fighting over it... yet.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 9:23 am
Akio Yoshida - suit
The music playing in the background was soft, soothing and yet elating as the strings of the violin sang to his heart. It was almost waltz-like and while he was more than eager to twirl his new companion around the room in the fashion he'd been trained to by forced lessons by his mother's choice, Akio knew better than to be too forward when it came to his tendencies.
"Consider me honored for the privilege."
He kissed the back of her offered hand, the black crystal in his ear shifting slightly with the motion. Akio didn't care if it was old fashioned - he embraced the flamboyance as his own. "The night's only going to grow later the longer we remain idle, beautiful. Shall we take advantage of our moment, then?"
Eyes flickered down to the flute still held firmly by one hand, the urge to pluck it from her hand and toss it aside growing stronger. But, no - he would behave himself.
For now.
Mags Butler - dress
Snatching a wayward shrimp particle from his tux, the blonde girl tossed it aside, not paying attention to whomever or whatever was on the receiving end of the massacred piece of seafood.
Mags could appreciate the fact that her new friend understood the woes of walking in heels. She could appreciate even more his resumed eagerness in finding food to eat - now that was a right and proper fella!
"That sounds wonderful!" Her volume was slightly too enthusiastic, a few heads turning in concern for her excitement. Mags didn't seem to mind, though, moving to clomp her way closer towards the nearest stack of plates and pulling the top one off for herself, then pulling a second to offer to her companion.
Eyes were already eating up the view - there was all sorts of fancy lookin' foods, finger and meal-worthy. She didn't see any waffles, tragically, but there were some decent grub choices, as far as free buffets!
Dropping piles of fruit and cheese on her plate first, she eyed the various meat options. No bacon either, hmph. What kind of shindig was this?
"So what d'ya normally get, Tommy?"
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 9:39 am
She didn't know the first thing about dancing and was torn between admitting such or continuing to try and present this image that she was one, older than she really was, and two, more certain of herself than she truly was. Any consideration, however, was thrown out the window when her gentleman caller - Akio, his name was Akio Yoshida and she was determined not to forget that - kissed her hand.
Rory was convinced that she had to be dreaming, there was no way that any of this was happening.
Was Jules her fairy godmother? What did that make Andrew or even..Akio? She was hardly a princess, unless one considered Cinderella which would be semi-realistic.
Forcing herself to swallow so she could focus on this handsome, brown haired, brown-eyed man who looked at her like maybe she was something special she stepped close enough to set the glass on the table before retreating, all while purposely keeping her hand in his. Tucking hair behind her ear, she nodded, biting into the center of her lip in an attempt to reign in her excitement.
She was being treated like a lady and she was determined to act as such even if she still couldn't believe her luck.
"Afraid I'll have to follow your lead, though," she admitted with a small sigh.
224 words, hey, I love you.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 9:44 am
Green eyes flicked over to the flute in his hand and he laughed to fill the space of awkwardness as it crept through him. He was really bad with people it seemed and he wondered if he'd ever stop feeling like a strange in his own skin.
Breathe, Tristan told himself, taking a moment to let his eyes flutter closed as he inhaled deeply in one breath and exhaled in the other. He had to remember he was still recovering and there was the weight of so much on his shoulders that he needed to come to terms with before he could properly heal.
Maybe he'd take Fiona's advice and see a therapist. Idly, he wondered if she knew anyone who might be on their side.
Shoving the thought away, he focused his attention back on Cerissé. "That would be - lovely. If you don't have other things to tend to." He didn't know the woman well, but at least she was a familiar face.
170 words sorry cap'pin nothing to see here...
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 9:52 am
Cerissé Belcourt ( Outfit) Tristan's discomfort in general read as 'fancy event fright' to Cerissé, who was well aware that not everybody present had just grown up ready and rearing to go to these sorts of things from experience. A glance over the crowed easily displayed a few young girls that would likely never feel that fear. Just like she herself didn't after so long. "I'm not here playing with the orchestra, if that's what you mean." Cerissé said gently, moving to step around the table so she could stand next to the man instead of talking over it. "Albeit, that doesn't mean that I wasn't sent here to remind people that the Symphony at least looks nice." she was practically a walking promotion with her hair neatly pinned up and dressed tailored immaculately. It was only experience that kept her from seeming uncomfortable in it. "And you get to enjoy the event without your camera, it seems?" You made me look again. I feel so tricked.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 10:28 am
From what he did remember about himself, Tristan knew that he wasn't one for fancy get togethers and rich people things. He could remember that he'd been a student, working on his final thesis, because he'd talked about it with someone once as Aluminite.
Piecing together the parts of his life that his memory allowed him to was difficult, so many large and present gaps despite his efforts to put things together. He was certain, once he was established enough to go out into the world like a real and proper adult once again, Tristan would make a murder board but for his memory gaps.
Maybe. Probably.
"Better you than your friend then," he commented, absently as he began to round the table so that he could join her on his trek towards the bar. If Colette had come, then things could have gotten mess and less professional. Better the pale haired woman certainly.
"Ah, there wasn't an opportunity to bring the camera. Though I wish I had it." Much easier to hide behind.
176 words sorry cap'pin nothing to see here...
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 10:37 am
Tom Wolf: in a dirty food-stained tux Tom felt a bit for her catching all this attention but then again, people really did need to lighten up at these things. He had gone to far too many of them and had felt as stiff as a board for hours afterward because of how unfriendly the atmosphere was. Though it seemed she was still having a bit of trouble, and he went to catch up with her, hoping that this time if she did trip he would be able to catch her.
He caught up with her, and she was already loading her plate. He was distracted a bit by the food again, and realized that she had offered a plate to him. He gave a sheepish "thanks" as he took it, and was memorized by the food again.
He really needed to get out more.
He looked at her when she asked. "Oh well... I tend to avoid the seafood if I can help it. And mushrooms. But just about everything else is fair game." And luckily the things that tended to have the most allergies were clearly labeled, it wouldn't do for a Hospital event to have people rushing over there already because of allergic reactions.
"Honestly all of it looks delicious. I'd get some of everything." Though he was still mourning the loss of the food he had had before. His stomach seemed to growl in agreement. "It's the perfect time to over-indulge on food."Ghouliboo Shrimp was already on the floor apparently. But maybe the kitties are still wiling to eat it? XD ((edit: I edit because I can't complete sentences apparently emo ))
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 10:50 am
Cerissé Belcourt ( Outfit) "Oh. She's.... somewhere. We donated blood together earlier." her head was still swimming a little bit from having done so and maybe she shouldn't have been drinking alcohol right after that. In fact it was medically advised you avoid it for at least 24 hours after doing so. Cerissé please... But Cerissé's company meant less 'accidental' bumps and attempts to link arms. Colette was forward. Cerissé was most definitely not. But there was something nice about the company of a fairly handsome (if not awkward) young (older than you, Cerissé) man as they headed towards the bar. Would she get a different drink? Probably not. She'd continue to sip the too-sweet drink and complain internally about it. "A shame. I think this would be the perfect type of event to photograph for." Though there had been an 'official' photographer. Had that been why he couldn't bring his camera. "Red tape in the way, I assume?" I'm still checking because I'm so easily manipulated. Why do you do this to me?
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 1:06 pm
Well news that Colette was around was concerning, but Tristan did his best not to look bothered. There were enough people present that he thought he stood a good chance when it came to dodging the woman. She was nice but he was not interested, nor was he looking for any sort of companionship. Not like what he suspected she had to offer him at least.
He was quiet, falling easily into the habit of retreating into himself when he didn't know what to say or he was too busy thinking to spend enough attention on the people who deserved it, like the woman who was his company for the time being.
He wished that being around people was easier, like it was with Charlie.
Cerissé was pleasant, certainly, but he still didn't know what to make of her. Carefully, he made his way over to the bar, slipping in and out of the crowd while keeping an eye on the much shorter woman. "Seemed rude, knowing there's someone hired, though..." he paused in his gait to glance over his shoulder and at the well dress people mingling and dancing or merely sitting at tables. "Would've made for a nice piece." He could see the layout forming in his head before he dismissed the thought.
"I'm nothing special anyway," he mumbled, dismissive of his own talents behind the camera.231 words ¯_(ツ)_/¯.
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