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Otto Moor

This certainly wasn't the first event Desdemona had agreed to accompany him to, but that didn't make it any less of a delight to have her there with him. And while Otto was not a huge proponent of the visual arts as a whole, he was definitely a fan of music. Though truthfully, any occasion to dress up nice and drink on another person's dime was a good enough reason for the blonde to attend. That he had a beautiful girl to go with him was an absolute bonus.

And God, did she look gorgeous.

There we times, many many times, where Otto still marveled that it'd been him she'd picked. Him she'd grown attached to enough to have wanted to bring him over to the side of chaos.

His fingers ghosted up the along the curve of her side as they made their way into the ballroom, and he Dipped his head to murmur an answer close to her ear. "How about a drink?"

To match her glittering silver the blonde was wearing a crisp white button down with the sleeves rolled neatly back, a black waistcoat buttoned around a trim waist, a stripped tie, and a pair of pressed black slacks. His shoes were polished and his hair had been combed back neatly. When push came to shove, the man cleaned up well.

Elle Moore

Elle couldn't really remember the last time she'd been to anything like this, not since she'd crossed over, had she really before that? It was hard to recall, sometimes things were still a little muddled, but nothing like this stuck out to her. "Isn't this place beautiful?" She her hands tightened on Nathan's arms as they made their way into the venue, and the petite redhead was practically buzzing with excitement.

The invitation had come as a surprise, but she supposed with her connections to the DC Symphony it did make sense. She'd done well since her transition into this new life, advancing in chairs until she'd claimed first. She wondered if everyone played with the symphony had received an invitation or if it'd just been a handful of them.

Well, either way it didn't really subtract from the experience.

She'd dressed to the nines, having leaped at the chance to go shopping for a new dress and shoes, and was feeling particularly pleased with herself as she stood at Nathan's side in her Silvery gown and gladiator laced heels. Her nails were painted a silver to match, make-up understated and close to natural, and her hair had been done up in a wrap around braid and pinned with a matching comb.

Looking up at her fiance the petite woman stroked her free hand down his arm, smiling up at him warmly. "Should we find our seats, or maybe get something to drink?"

Xi-Wang

Events, big social ones, were not his thing. The only sort of event he'd ever attended, and he wasn't sure how social that had been, was the hospital one over two years back. He still tried not to think about it, because the event had seemed innocent but the hospital had been far from it, the whole event led to bad memories. He had an issue, at this point, with hospitals and clinics - for good reason. But he knew Jason wanted to go to this event so he'd agreed, though he'd told Jason though the other would need to figure out his clothing. He wasn't good with that sort of thing, and owned nothing suitable either.

"O-ok." Nodding his head he kept close to Gabriel, not wanting the other to escape his sight, he didn't trust events like this anymore - not in this city. He'd learned over the short amount of time being powered up, though it certainly didn't feel short, that anything happening in this city had a high chance of not being so safe.

"Mmm, a little bit." Though he still held little hope for the night ending well, perhaps he was just being pessimistic though. "We should find drinks and food also." Nothing like Jason was going off to get to drink though, since neither of them were of legal age yet. "Maybe they'll have some good food. If nothing we can get food after this." Reaching out, without even really noticing himself doing it, he gripped onto the others suit coat and held on as he kept at the others side.

Dimitri

"Yes. Yes I am, " he responded dryly, bored to the brink of exhaustion already. People meandering uselessly here and there like cattle. It was already too tedious for words. Dimitri tilted his head to glance at Lia, his lips pressed in a thin, thoughtful line. "It isn't a matter of hatred. It's a matter of boredom. I'm bored. I've lived enough of my life half-asleep with boredom."

He waved his free hand dismissively. Dimitri might have been speaking quietly, but it was really very candid - she was part of his team after all, and by far the most entertaining one. "It's as boring to resist coming as to come. I learned a long time ago. If I do whatever I want as I am, it has an inverse impact. Say for example if I were to - " He gestured vaguely at one of the people in the room, no one in particular. " - punch them in the face. A bit extreme, but you get the idea. The fight would be a rush, yes. But it's not acceptable. Police would likely be called, charges pressed. Word would get out and my practice would suffer." He didn't mention that his family would likely get involved, the 'troubled' child he'd been. It was less relevant to the topic at hand. "To say no to you would've meant more discussion of it, and at least now I've got the promise of something more exciting to ensure it was worthwhile."

Still. He sneered. "Better to be the clown. Look at all these people. Waiting and staring off blankly waiting for someone to go present themselves to their royal highness - these people come to things like these all decked in these ridiculously expensive, pointless outfits they'll wear maybe once, and then they just stand there like statues. Or as if they're awkward teens at an elementary dance. But, no, that's socially acceptable. It's exhausting just staring at them."

Adel el-Kadar

While Adel didn't consider his work at the museum as artistic per se, Destiny City Productions had apparently made a series of large donations, and Adel and a number of the other department heads had been told in no uncertain terms that they were to attend this expensive soiree. Not that Adel had put up much of a fight. This wasn't strictly his sort of scene, but he found he could be comfortable just about anywhere, and he did enjoy people watching.

Ayesha was supposed to be with him, they'd planned to attend together, but with it being midterm season she had a duty to her students and something had come up last moment that required her urgent attention. Adel wasn't upset, he understood how important her job was to her, but the night would be far more enjoyable in her company. If time permitted she she promised to make an appearance a little later in the evening, but there was no guarantee of it, and Adel wasn't going to let his evening hinge on her arrival.

If she made it that would be wonderful, but it would be a fine evening if the cards didn't fall in their favor.

One hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around the base of a wine glass, the man stood to one side of the bar looking quite nicely in charcoal over black. He had a black and white kifaya draped loosely around his neck and over his shoulders, and the hit of gold at his wrists were scarab cuff-links - a gift from the museum curator.

He sipped his wine as he watched happy couples and solo guests arriving, curious if and when his fellow department heads might show up.

Sachio Sugiyama

Honestly he would have never gone to one of these things, but the strange reports in town had him worried. He had only just upgraded to a super senshi, which meant that he had more power and more responsibility. So when strange things started happening yet again he knew he needed to get to the bottom of it, even if he wouldn't come out of it alive.

From the reports on the internet and word on the street, he would have guessed some sort of hallucinogenic gas had been released into the city, something like in Batman Begins. Only this time the gas had been successful.

So he had managed to convince his mother to send him his tuxedo and had made it to the great hall. Already it was buzzing with other people, and many were talking among themselves. Still though, he couldn't help but feel as though this was a trap.

He decided not to partake in the food for now, not until he could see if it had any effects on any of the guests, and instead decided that he would look at the animals that had been scattered around the hall. He walked up to one of the tigers, admiring it, but still feeling a sense of dread.

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Otto Moor

"Then a drink it is," she remarked pleasantly, giving her side another light brush of fingers before cupping her hip with his palm as he started with her towards the bar.

There were already a number of guests taking advantage of the open bar, and they'd have to wait a moment or two for one of the busy tenders to finish mixing drinks for one of the other many guests around them. Which was fine with Otto, it gave him time to admire his lovely date.

Back resting against the counter, he reached for Dessy's free hand so he could draw her out in front of him, whistling lowly as he let pale eyes rack up and down the silvery dress and the lovely silhouette it cut. "Whatever entertainment they have wouldn't be half so interesting as you," he said with a grin, equal parts cocky and self deprecating. Cheesy on purpose, because he loved the shape of her smile when it wasn't on purpose.

"But if I had to guess, based on the aesthetic of this place..." He pursed his lips in thought, head tipping to take in the decorations. "Acrobats maybe."




Elle Moore

It was a very blatant line he was feeding her but even as she gave his arm a little swat she smiled, pleased to know her efforts for the evening hadn't gone unnoticed. Not that Nathan had ever failed to tell her how beautiful he thought she was, but Ellie didn't think she'd ever tire of hearing it.

"A little early still, but I don't think that really matters, not tonight." How many opportunities like this did they have? In her opinion they should enjoy it while they had the chance, in any way they desired. If that meant helping themselves to a bit of champagne before the festivities really got around to starting, so be it.

It wasn't like they'd be driving themselves home.

"It looks like they have an open bar, so mixed drinks, I'd imagine." She couldn't comment on food, but they'd know soon enough, she was sure. "I think I'd like to start with some champagne, though." With a hum and a smile she tipped her head to rest her temple on her fiance's bicep as they made their way through the crowd to bar.

As they neared it she looked up at him, drinking in the sight of him for what was likely the hundredth time that evening already. "Have I told you how handsome you are yet?"

Lia de Leon

Lia's head tilted once more as she listened, perhaps looking over everyone as he spoke to try see exactly what he saw. Though she knew she wouldn't be able to. She didn't see those things Dimitri saw. Didn't feel those things he felt. She also knew very well she was talking to a sociopath, and she wasn't looking to change his mind but...she did want to try to understand, even if it was just to scratch the surface. All people could do was try. Especially someone as simple as her when it came down to the core of it.

"Buuut you're not half-asleep anymore." She replied. "And yeah, you can't exactly punch anyone's face in here because it will cause a scene but doesn't knowing that there is more outside of this half make it more bearable?" She mused. "You're woke, and you're not the same person you were before becoming fully awake. Nothing's the same anymore." It hadn't been for her, since she had been recruited into the Negaverse, everything had this new dynamic to it.

"Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm not here to gawk at all the people being awkward tweens at a school dance---well, except maybe to make fun of them." She grinned down at the man. "Call it cheesy, but it's the truth. I'm here because I get to hang out with you, and it's fun, even if we're not in the right uniform." Her grin widened.