the formal (icon of hell optional)

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WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like


There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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[meowminx]

Selina gave a slight laugh, sipped her own champagne. "Considering the crowd, I'd almost be disappointed if there weren't any incidents or party crashers."

It was true she enjoyed a night out. But Selina had to admit that the potential entertainment was also a draw. "I doubt you'll be bored for long, Mr..."

[betwixting.livejournal.com]

"Stonehenge." Better to give this name than the other -- few knew the other thus far to even make it worth mention, particularly in a place of social gathering such as this. But then, amended. "Or Burnett, if you so prefer."

"And considering the crowd, I would tend to agree."

[meowminx]

Selina's smile widened. "Mr. Burnett, then. I believe you received a package from me. By courier."

[betwixting.livejournal.com]

Indeed? Owen's brows shifted upward slightly, turning his head briefly to take her in anew -- and with considerably more interest.

"Received and assigned as designated. A pleasure to meet you in person, madame."

[meowminx]

"Likewise." Selina took another sip, then offered the man her hand to shake. The comparison to Alfred was at once more apt and somewhat comforting. "It's actually been quite a while since I met with any of my financial advisers in person."