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Post by TYLER on Mar 20, 2015 3:07:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","fnginfo-header"]I. LA DOLCE VITA [attr="class","fnginfo-body"]the iris foundation is hosting a spring gala to fundraise for its recreation centres and youth shelters at over forty locations throughout the province of quebec. the iris foundation believes in empowering youth through self-expression and art, and many influential musicians have shown their support through generous donations, social media exposure, and visits to their locations.[break][break]
tonight, the brightest stars are here to inspire. it's a little chilly, but the rooftop is open, and spring is still in the air - rebirth, blooming, and prosperity.[break][break]
invite only, complete penthouse lounge, doors open at 7pm.[break][break]
trending: #irisgala[break][break]
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you can post here, which will serve as an open thread for mingling, as well as make private threads tagged [EVENT]. npcs played by staff can and will intervene.
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NOTE: "invite only" is ic NOT ooc; everyone can join freely. if you want to throw a character in but have reservations (ie maybe they're not famous enough to get an invite), don't worry and do it anyways!! there will be lesser-known musicians (and others) invited and the gala is a good place to network anyways.
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Mar 20, 2015 19:23:25 GMT
Post by MALLIKA-ISIS MAHADEO on Mar 20, 2015 19:23:25 GMT
mallika has been here for maybe twenty minutes, perhaps longer, perhaps shorter. she's not sure of the exact moment she arrived, but she's not here to count the minutes as they pass by. she's here to give her fair share of smiles, mingle with the guests and bask in the glory of iris foundation and it's many achievements.
youth empowerment is so important to her, as it should be to the many people attending this event. but she knows it isn't. most come to mingle and gossip, she muses as she takes a sip from the glass in her hand before someone knocks into her. she spills the clear liquid down the front of her dress and reminds herself that this is why she chose not to wear a white dress to this event.
she turns to the person who knocked into her, "can you please watch your surroundings?"
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Post by ROUX LORE on Mar 21, 2015 1:51:28 GMT
Eyebrow twitching out of agitation, he pulled at the tie choking him. Dressed up for charity in a tight tailored suit but with his signature green hair; he just felt obnoxious.
Putting his process of getting completely wasted out of his mind, he turned his vision in another direction to search for what he deemed to be attractive people. His big boss' daughter wasn't within view yet. He didn't know if that annoyed or worried him.
He gave another turn of his body, completely preoccupied with the fact that he might have some kind of Stockholm syndrome when he collided with another poor soul. He was quick to cover his own glass with his free hand and eyed the perpetrator. He raised his eyebrows when he realized the blunder was caused by a beauty.
"Just so ya know, there are easier ways to get a guy to notice you instead of the old bumping-into-him routine. Try a greeting next time." His tongue clicked in his mouth, winked at her and gave a snorted laugh.
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Mar 21, 2015 14:58:52 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 14:58:52 GMT
emily takes out a golden pocket watch from her long black coat pocket, thumb caressing its face. the minute hand trembles in its movement. the second hand moves without remorse. ten minutes. ten minutes and five seconds.
before her is a scene of gentle opulence. lighting slightly dim, but the furnishings are soft and almost dream like in quality. a kind of false quality that belongs on covers of magazines.
she remains, lurking at the entrance, making quick friends with the tall potted plant with her back against the wall.
she is the kind of person to nod and close her eyes for a second when she takes a glass of champagne from a constantly revolving, conveyor belt of a waiter. pressing her plum purple lips together, she holds the glass by the mouth instead of the stem, deeming the bubbles reaching for air more interesting that the characters milling around the place.
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Mar 21, 2015 21:06:55 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 21:06:55 GMT
she's late, and not entirely sure why she's ended up that way. (no, she's fairly sure she's been distracted, she thinks with a faint smile). usually violetta is boring and punctual, but today she's fashionable and late. the strap of her purse wound in her free hand, the fingers of the other hand linked with magali's. her heart is pounding in a good sort of anxiety (the kind she'd never imagined to exist). violetta looks over the decor - the gauzy light and the tables loaded with lavish bouquets. she's a little worried about seeming out of place, but several steps in and she finds emily lingering by the door, definitely out of place - but violetta has yet to see a place she isn't. "hey," she waves and tugs mags along with her. "so is that your spring look?" she adds, eying emily's outfit. MAGALI ZOHAR @emily |
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Post by QUINN ORIOLE on Mar 22, 2015 1:02:50 GMT
 Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream Another night, another function. The woman glided into the building, wearing a practiced and pleasant looking smile. She stared straight ahead heading directly to the gala. Attending these events were probably the easiest part of her schedule. All they really required was a simple photograph and little bit a mingling and you were free to go. Every once in a while she held higher expectations, but usually it was always the same. What really made these fancy parties was the company. This was a rather large event. All sorts of people had been invited, and she was intent on meeting them. The Iris Foundation brought together people from all types of places making it a pretty exciting experience. Eager to socialize, Quinn moved about with ease before pausing as she spotted a group near the entrance. She hesitated for a moment, squinting curiously before recognizing one of them. “Vio, good to see you again.” She greeted approaching before eyeing the other to and nodding at them as well. “Nice to see you both as well.” Quinn added politely. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by MAGALI ZOHAR on Mar 22, 2015 1:59:29 GMT
the iris gala's her chance to network with some of the biggest names in the music industry. she's dressed to impress in a billowy pant suit, the picture of grace tempered by an iron-clad determination to get a stilettoed foot in the metaphorical door. the prospect of recognition is only part of the reason her heart's fluttering though, stepping into the expansive ballroom. the other part is the grounding presence at her side, fingers entangled and palms pressed together. magali glances over at the other woman, smiles without meaning to. they quickly run into a familiar face. she directs her smile to her old classmate, greets emily in turn. "em! it's nice seeing you here." the reunion's soon broken by an older woman magali recognizes by face and name, if not personally. unconsciously her hand tightens around violetta's. "enchanté," she returns graciously. |
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Post by MIKAIL HUSSAIN on Mar 22, 2015 3:52:34 GMT
I'M LATE, I'M LATE, I'M LATE! Was he supposed to bring flowers? Mikail stared at his empty right hand as he stood at the establishment entrance. Well, he was supposed to be attending this charity event with his friend as his... gaze slowly lifted as his open palm fell to the side of his body. "Isn't that a bit weird?" he asked aloud, question directed at nobody in particular. Then again... dark-coloured eyes blinked a couple times. A sudden grin stretched across his face, "It's a date!" he shouted with a fist pump while his other hand pushed open the door to let himself inside; the fact that he was running late was completely not a concern of his, it would seem. His eyes scanned once he was inside. Quickly, he took notice of his manager, standing amongst several other females. Gaze flicked away, however, as he went on to search for his 'date' of sorts. Stag dates, Roux would probably have corrected him. Or even that Mikail was no more than a guy who was there to serve or keep him company during the whole ordeal. But it's not like it mattered much to the eighteen-year-old. What was important was the fact that he was going to have some fun with Roux. ... Well, fun, as in, they were dates, right? They were... One eyebrow lifted. Did Roux actually want to makeout halfway through the event? He found himself frowning in contemplation as he approached his best friend, "I didn't bring y'anything but, you weren't expecting anything, right?" he asked as soon as he was standing behind the greenlette, "I mean, I like you and stuff but we're only friends? Yeah? Otherwise you'd be wearing a dress or something? 'Cause I don't think I have the tits for that." Mikail gave a nonchalant laugh, then, before his gaze wandered to the woman Roux had been addressing. "You seem famili-" he began, before blinking eyes suddenly widened by tenfold. Then, he spun around to face the direction of his manager. "Uhh!" With a quick inhale, his right hand had already shot into the air while he held his left to his mouth, "Momm-" he blinked, "Quinn! Quinn! Oh my god! I think I've found her! M & M! Remember her? Remember when I said-" the yelling came to a brief pause when a waiter walked passed him with a tray. "Ooh! Champagne!" his eyes sparkled a bit as he stole a glass from the tray along with a slice of cake that was probably meant for someone else; it was obvious from the look on the waiter's face. ROUX LORE, MALLIKA-ISIS MAHADEO, QUINN ORIOLE |
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 22, 2015 4:14:26 GMT
It was invite only, but one way or another, Lance found out. He always found out and when he did, he became pissed. All those rich asses thinking they were better than everybody else.
Honestly, it was more the alcohol talking than Lance himself. He had been drinking prior, then once he got into the building he started to drink what champagne he could get a hold of. One glass turned into two, then three, then five... Before he knew it, it was hard for him to keep his balance.
As he glanced around the room, he noticed Quinn and promptly decided to avoid her. Though he also eyed another familiar face. A certain jazzer. And who was that by her? A pretty, little gothic girl? Just Lance's type, if he even had a type. He walked over, keeping his balance rather in check considering how much he'd had to drink, though his eyes looked as hazy as ever. At least he was dressed well.
"Hey there," he stated towards Violetta, a small smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes glancing over to her friend. "Your contacts are really cool." That was directed towards the pretty little gothic chick.
@violetta @emily
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Mar 22, 2015 10:40:07 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 10:40:07 GMT
emily peels herself off the wall in a snake like movement, cracking her knuckles out of habit. she smiles gently first, for yes, she is adorning another outfit she's rather proud of.
a white veil with thick netting covers her face, her hair uncustomary, as updos weren't really her thing. the tiny skulls in her hair, which glittered under the light were hard to go unnoticed. but otherwise, her dress was unbearably plain in comparison; for emily's standards, anyway.
she rests a gloved hand onto violetta's shoulder, edging closer to her modestly well dressed coworker. "you have taken leaps and bounds for your progression, vi. i'm so proud of you." she even claps soundlessly for the sweet thing, then holding back a wrenched sob, which threatened to spill the champagne she was still holding. she cheerfully turns to magali, the delightful fairy emily honestly didn't expect to see tonight. she takes her free hand in hers and brings it to her lips. it's an odd declaration of affection, but emily reels in the strange. "you, mags, you look ever so charming today. you never fail to surprise me!" her eyes glisten with happiness, for she honestly thought she was going to die of boredom with champagne she doesn't even like.her gaze then turns to their locked fingers, but before she can say anything, a stranger to her comes along. mildly annoyed, but she remembers that she is under strict orders to be 'nice'. so emily smiles, albeit warily at the rather... plain woman. "i don't believe we've met before." she chimes in like a noblewoman of the renaissance. she then turns to address violetta. "vi, you sure have some interesting company." a charged comment at the strange boy pinning for the newcomer's attention. then, to make matters worse, it seems a drunkard had managed to infiltrate the building. she closes her eyes and chants mantras in her head, before handing him, rather forcefully, the untouched glass of champagne she had been carrying before. @violetta QUINN ORIOLE MAGALI ZOHAR LANCE DAVIDSON wow these tags r getting out of hand |
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