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AINT NO PARTY LIKE A SAFFIT FUNDRAISER (DAY :47)
Just prior to the mission, everyone will receive handwritten copies of Sheena Frey's lists, previously held by Lexa. These lists contain the names of friends and enemies that Sheena Frey believes are not associated with H+H1. The Darkling has acquired the list, and immediately dispersed it among the nest. Because he is That Guy. There is a neat note from him at the top of each page, indicating that one of their goals is to match names to attendees at the fundraiser and to either confirm or debunk Sheena's legwork. There is also the matter of the well-earned findings, dredged up from Ngozi's files.
Under the cut, you'll find the mods description of the venue, some of the NPCs you might find there, and other general information!
THE VENUE --
The event itself is a benefit dedicated to raising money for those injured in the recent bombing, as well as for the families of those killed in it. It is being held at CAVANAUGH HALL - aka "THE OPERA HOUSE" - a live theatre and performance hall in the Beta Block. Some hosts (cough Mara and Hux cough) might be more acquainted with the layout of the building since they recently attended a performance there.
Most of the fundraiser is taking place in the Hall’s grand foyer rather than the theater itself. The foyer is four levels tall with balconies overlooking the main floor on each level. There’s a fabulous stained glass dome roof. The whole Hall is primarily decorated in shades of red, white and cream - white walls, ornate naturally cream woodwork, stunning glass-like fixtures, red carpets. For tonight’s event, a number of small white cocktail tables have been scattered throughout the foyer and a small circular platform has been erected in the center of the room where a small orchestra is playing music at any point that someone isn’t speaking over the microphone for the purposes of the fundraiser.
The catering is extensive, the outfits are lavish. The security is tight, so expect to either be in possession of an invitation or get ready to use your credit card to buy one (this IS a fundraiser after all - and for such a good cause!). Sorry Nathaniel, this is mostly a mingling and eating party and not so much a dancing party. On the plus side: that sure is an open bar!
THE MISSION --
The hosts initially have a twofold mission for this one: Carata, Aoba and the Darkling have secured a private meeting with Goram Saffit, and will be picking his brain for information. The rest of the party is a free-for-all for intel-gathering and - you know - in case you want to actually contribute to charity. There are a number of events-within-the-event to experience as well, including a lovely and rather familiar lion tamer, a silent auction ( all proceeds go to charity!! ), a live orchestra, and whatever else you all want to throw in there.
THE ATTENDEES --
Most of Saffit's guests are as follows:middle (and above) aged politicians business professionals media figures
There are also a few theatre stars, but it's unclear whether they're actually there to support the fundraiser or if they're part of the deal with the opera house. Despite that the event is a fundraiser, most people in attendance seem to be Saffit supporters and more or less share his sensibilities - that androids are useful for production, but they’re just advanced machines and their increasing numbers of the workforce are creating problems for people on the economic fringe. Many of the politicians are for increased regulation of androids in the workforce, though that point is clearly one for casual debate among even Saffit’s supporters. By and large, everyone is mortified about the violence that’s recently plagued the city; some seem to be unsurprised - “It was really only a matter of time” - but no one seems happy that bombs are going off in the city.
There are a few people in attendance, and they are clearly there for the charity and not for Saffit. There are a few small time politicians, or media affiliates - and there is at least one journalist from a semi-serious EXTRAnet news outlet, though she spends most of her time camping by the bar and eating hor d'oeuvres. This is probably the fifth or sixth fundraiser she’s covered this year.
For the hosts who were not as gung-ho about fraternizing with a bunch of wealthy anti-synthers or attending fancy-schmancy events, feel free to take a much-needed and well-deserved break. Have a movie night at the Bearings - I hear that one flick "keeping tabs on your fellow hosts through the security cameras at the event and commenting on every move they make while throwing popcorn at the screen" is a great one. You can assist with observations, hack where you please, run detail and defense from the outside and even feed intel to the hosts at the party. Otherwise, you've got the Bearings and the whole city to yourself for the evening.
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When Angel chimes in, he holds off replying for the moment, scanning back over the crowd and planning the best route to the assistant while he lets agreement flow back through the link at her implication. ]
( He's not drinking, so it won't be as easy as some of the others. ) [ Sam takes another drink, considering over the slow burn of alcohol. ] ( Maybe he won't wanna talk to me, but I can still make him a little more open and a little less attentive to that datapad. Give me a few minutes and you can swoop in? )
[ He's talking to both of them - or really, anyone who wants to take a crack at the assistant and what information he might be holding, but another thought occurs to him as he downs the rest of his drink. ] ( Angel, could you use being stolen away or can you make an escape? )
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Saffit's assistant isn't far from where he is; Bruce had long ago perfected the art of subtly following someone without them realizing it, lingering behind groups of people to avoid unwanted attention and looking as if he was engaged elsewhere. But he internally has a poignant, almost razor-sharp focus on the man; he's made certain that his route is perpetually clear if he needs to confront of distract him. It would take a few seconds' walk at the most, only have to sidestep the random guest, before he would be close.
And so he's ready to make a move if need be. He responds to Sam's former question.]
(Just let me know when you need him distracted enough to not notice that datapad. I hear a spilled drink does wonders.)
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( I'll only need a second to establish my connection to it, then I should be able to begin hacking it. )
[ She sighs, and tries the first and second time to disentangles herself from her partner, but he isn't having much interest in it - coming up with new and supposedly interesting things to say. ]
( Extraction is definitely necessary. He's... clingy. )
[ There's a disgusted bitterness to the tone - that she doesn't like these people, despite being up to fit in, is palatable in her thoughts. ]
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( On my way. )
[ He can’t count the number of times he’s played wingman, and this isn’t that much different as he slides up to Angel’s side, throwing a friendly arm around her shoulder and smiling at her without bothering to hide that he’s had a few drinks. ]
There you are. You promised to give me your opinion on some of the stuff up for auction, my boyfriend’ll kill me if I don’t get him just the right thing. [ He pauses to flick his eyes over the man, smiling at him with a heat he hopes can be taken as appreciative instead of I’d like to shove you. ] I can see why you got distracted, but come on, a promise is a promise.
[ He pulls her a little bit away, coming to a stop in a place that conveniently puts Saffit’s assistant between them and the bar. ] Let me grab us some drinks, I’ll be right back.