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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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The static crackles louder. He was afraid he might have to put his foot down about this. ]
Look... I know what my cover is supposed to be, but it's still just a cover. I'm not doing anything... intimate with you later. Got it?
[ Nailed it. Though he's suddenly red in the face and the skewer in his hand is lowered, what little appetite he had before gone. Somehow hot meat on a stick is less appealing right now - he doesn't want to think about your needs, Darkling. ]
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[ Incredulous, but amused. He's aware that Aoba's cover in this place is as an "escort" - and he's also aware of what escorts are meant to do. That's not at all what he's talking about, but Aoba seems to have it in his head that at some point tonight, he wants to have sex with him. WOW DUDE ]
( How did you even get that idea... I meant your compassion, Aoba. )
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Right... compassion. Because... we don't want to hurt Saffit.
[ He sets the barely touched kebob down on a server's tray as he walks past, carrying away finished or unwanted delicacies. It's a shameful waste, but he can't feed an appetite that wasn't there to begin with. He's been nervous since The Darkling made the announcement to the Nest. ]
Petre... was mocking me for the nature of my cover, and...
[ It happened in a mental link The Darkling started, does he really have to rehash that whole thing? Angel took her cover as a robot lion tamer pretty seriously, so how far does he have to take this...? But he assumed too much. ]
Sorry.
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Petre seems to thrill at causing disorder. It's all right.
[ Honestly, he thinks that he should have been more up-front about what he'd needed from Aoba. Since the young man was to be one half of his paired set - Carata being the other - it may have been unfair to NOT explain to him that of all things, he's not expecting Aoba to go to bed with him at the end of the night. Plus, aren't Aoba and Nirad involves - he remembers that Nirad's mind was in such close proximity.................... ]
I don't need you to commit whole-heartedly to your cover, Aoba. We're just here to look good and get what we need.
We've managed half of that already.
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He thinks I'm the weakest link in our brood.
[ Externally, the lines of his expression are sternly kept in place, but internally - he's mad, (and glaring angrily at a fancy potted plan like it's offended his grandmother). His temper flares, and there's an edge to his voice that's both unfamiliar and familiar. An uncharacteristically competitive thirst to prove himself and his broodmate wrong.
It's fleeting, though. He has bigger concerns pressing on him right now, like getting through the rest of the night. His anger is snuffed out as quickly as it's lit, and he's back in the present with the soft equivalent of a mental sigh. ]
There's still plenty of time left to mess that up.
[ Like upset people with anxiety and knock things over, who knows. ]