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the formal (icon of hell optional)
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.
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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She straightened her posture just a bit, taking a sip of the drink she took from the server's tray before easing her muscles. It wasn't going as bad as she feared... she had to remember that, and let a bit of her guard down for once. It wasn't as if the man was going to actually try anything here, not with this many people around.
She decided to be straight with her thoughts after all.
"My employer seems quite... disturbed by your presence to say the least." the thought humored her far more than it should have.
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"He never was one to look past his own nose," Lucifer offered up cryptically, taking a sip of his wine both to finally empty the glass and hide the mischievous little smile threatening to thread up the sides of his face. "Which is a pity, really. There is much potential in his name, and he squanders it on --" he gestures to the ballroom with his opposite hand. "This."
It was true, in a sense, but he wouldn't explain why even if she had asked.
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"I mean---" she glanced around the room herself, then looked at him with a rather odd innocence in her eyes, "--- from what I have heard from the guests in attendance, they're quite charmed by it, and by him. I would say that his manipulation is quite a success, all things considered."