the formal (icon of hell optional)

[molotovmartinis.livejournal.com]

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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[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

Raven had been on the far side of the ballroom upon his arrival - not noticing him until much later, when she had slowly begun to work her way back to the entrance. Her eyes seemed to light up the moment they laid on him - finally, someone she truly knew! She hesitated, however, seeing as he was escourting Yomiko here - she did not wish to steal any time away from the girl.

Thus with that thought, it took many more minutes for her to finally make her way to him, having collected her champagne glass again - if nothing else, it gave her something to keep her hands occupied with if she became nervous or jittery.

"Malchior." as she walked ever-so-smoothly towards him, the name rolled easily off her tongue, and she smiled. "You look quite handsome tonight."

[areallygoodbook.livejournal.com]

"Desdemona."

Malchior smiled as he saw Raven towards him, Yomiko having excused herself to the ladies' room a minute or two ago. He noted Raven looked nervous and a little flustered-- it was clear to him before that she was unused to such situations, let alone being a representative of one of those hosting such a situation. Still, to her credit, she seemed to be holding up well under fire, only seeming to his perceptive eyes to be somewhat stressed and out of sorts, rather than completely so.

As she approached, he slipped into a small bow, and though his eyes did rise over her dress as he himself rose, they never lingered, and when they met her eyes, they did not waver nor take a second glance down.

"You look yet more lovely than usual this evening, and my sincerest compliments on the party. It seems to be going quite well, thanks to you."

[darkprophecies.livejournal.com]

She blushed somewhat at the bow he gave, along with the subsequent compliments he showered her in afterward, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she slipped a bit closer to him.
"Thank you, I did my best --- I had assistance with the fashion."

"However most of the credit for this goes to my employer, I was mostly put in charge of security for this event." she tossed a slight look over to where Balthazar was standing before her eyes began to focus on Malchior again.
"He is... uneasy tonight. We have a rather important guest in our midst that he is in quite a panic over," she admitted the fact slowly, but with a slight smile, "Honestly I do not know what all his fuss is about, I have spoken with the man myself."

Her fingers drummed lightly along her glass of champagne - her possible third for the evening - it was little wonder why her confidence was growing.
"Otherwise I would say this evening has been quite a success."

[areallygoodbook.livejournal.com]

Why humans relied on substances such as alcohol to give them "courage" and loosen their inhibitions, Malchior felt he would never understand. It seemed so childish to use a crutch like that, to make oneself reliant on an elixir to do what they could do themselves, but chose not to. Still, if nothing else, it made things easier for him, and so he decided to neglect making mention of his opinions to her.

Perhaps if he were her escort, he would have commented further on her beauty that evening-- and, for a human woman, he had to admit, she was rather attractive, having gauged the standards of modern times better now-- but such flattery would be unbecoming of a gentleman with an escort other than the woman he was speaking with.

"Then I feel safer already. I could tell from how you spoke on the network how seriously you took acquiring the security of this event. I can't imagine your guest would be at all disappointed in the measures you doubtless have taken. Still, if you should require additional assistance, please, consider me at your disposal."

Taking a moment, Malchior glanced around, the light, polite smile still on his lips.

"I'm afraid Yomiko excused herself for a moment... Unless I'm very much mistaken, however, I am not the only one who attended with an escort. There was a young man, a... 'Bobby', or, more properly, a Robert, who escorted you, correct?"