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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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He’s starting to feel the effects of the alcohol he’d drunk, and it’s not hard at all to stumble a little as he sidesteps a part of event attendees passing by too close to him. He bumps into Saffit’s assistant, and tosses out an apology that’s clearly more of a polite reflex than anything else. By the time he moves on, he’s already clearheaded, thanks to his symbiote ability. He can’t say the same about Elian Font. ]
( All yours. )
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Font may be less focused than before, but the man is still clutching onto the datapad in his hands. Bruce opts to make the situation a little easier, and so he strides forward with a distracted smile on his face.
It's easy enough to pretend to not look at where he's going. When he draws near enough, he "accidentally" bumps shoulders with Font and feigns a stumble forward, spilling his wine all over the man's expensive suit. Bruce looks both shocked and embarrassed when the deed is done, though anyone reading his mental state would easily see that this is a farce.]
Oh... oh no, I'm so sorry. Here, let me, uh... [He slurs a few of his own words for the sake of believability. He digs in his pocket for a handkerchief, awkwardly handing it to Font for the sake of clean-up. The latter looks flabbergasted to say the least, and in his vague confusion sets his datapad down on the bar next to him, dabbing at the spilled wine on his clothes with the grace of a impaired man.]
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Waits when the time is right, and the way she moves is one piece of furniture helping out another, when Bruce is done helping him clean up, she steps up. Takes a little longer here than it might at home, where all the technology was familiar to her, but the connection is all she needs and then she can find a corner to settle herself to concentrate a little more.
For Bruce being close enough, Sam again, it's easy to feel the pulse that shudders out from her mind. Like sinking into deep water where before she's dry and on land, and then she's diving in head-first into the sea of technology that sits within her fingers. Shuddering slightly, breathless part of lips and rush of power - utter and complete, of a place that isn't quite real and walls that are quite real ( things to be ripped down ) that could just be drinking too much but it curls far differently in her belly where she draws in deep.
But more than anything, when she holds the datapad to Font, it's done with a smile that is wide and nothing less than sweet. ] Oh, sorry, is this yours?
[ She doesn't even look at it, beyond the cursory. She doesn't need to, she just gives it back to him and then flags down a waiter to give her another glass of whatever it was here that was sweet and bubbly. ]
( It'll take me a minute. I'll get it to you as soon as I can. Just... distract anyone that comes to talk to me for a little while. I need to concentrate. )
[ Her lion pads after her, and she presses her marked hand to it in reassurance where it's linked far too deeply with her and it leans into her in a vague flicker of concern. Fans herself like she's drunk a little too much, too warm, and goes to the window where she can turn her back to watch comfortably outwards of the opera building. ]