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Sebastian Shaw (blackking) wrote in x_aftermath_x,
@ 2008-12-05 21:03:00

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aegis, beast, black king, britannic, colossus, diamond, nightcrawler, polaris, sabretooth, storm, wren

Who: Sebastian Shaw, Hellfire Clubbers, mutant and human guests
When: Friday, October 26th, 2007 (8:00 PM)
Where: New York City, New York (Roseland Ballroom)
What: Shaw Industries Masquerade Ball
Status: in progress
Rating: PG-13

The event may have been annual, but Shaw Industries PR made in known that invitations were being extended to both humans and mutants alike. Instead of the usual location, Sebastian himself decided on a more hip spot that would be less private and more appealing to their esteemed invitees. A cutting edge caterer was hired (who planned to serve sushi from human platters, among other things), the best DJ they could get their hands on was landed, trapeze artists were hired and the invitations were sent out only days after the sentinel ordeal. All previous plans for the more private event had been scrapped after Mr. CEO heard of the malfunction. Or, at least that's how it appeared. Sebastian wanted his company to appear sympathetic to mutants, and at the same time, supportive of human science and equal rights. In all honesty, he knew getting such a group together so soon after such a dark happening and offering them alcohol would most likely end in the fur flying. Tsk, tsk.

Just as the clock struck eight, a shining black limousine slid to a stop at the red carpet that led to the door of the Roseland. The music from inside the building already pulsated through the tinted glass panes of Shaw's car. As he stepped out into the night, one would have noticed his face was shadowed with a sprawling black mask. His 'costume' was a simple (but finely tailored) black and gold suit circa 1780. As the long car turned the corner, Shaw, his dates and his assistant made for the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Shaw." The public relations fellow pulled the doors open grandly. "Everything is in perfect order!"

Sebastian only smiled in response at first, then said, "Get me a drink."

"Yes, sir!"

Was he leaving? "And for my escorts?"

"Of course sir."

Sebastian turned briefly and from behind his mask he eyed Tessa. "Anything special?" The panting hound was still lingering - he might as well make use of him.

An hour in, Shaw found himself surrounded by ass-kissers and people well on their way to drunkenness. He needed to mingle, so he stepped away from his 'throne', where he had been overseeing the festivities and headed into the crowd.

OOC: If anyone has a character they'd like to add in here, feel free. Other people that might come/be invited are Shadowcat, Levity, etc. And if any of the tagged characters would like to bring dates, that's totally cool! The invites say "and guest". For ex: Storm was invited (as 'Headmistress of Xavier's School For The Gifted') and Kurt is her 'guest'.

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ffrost
2008-12-06 09:32 pm UTC (link)

Emma had never been the one of certain civilities or festivities. In actuality, she loathe parties. They were designed for the weak-minded or the young who pursued to be intoxicated with whatever the bar keeper had in store. Emma had an image to uphold. She was a CEO of a multi-million dollar conglomeration, the daughter of one of the world's most ruthless entrepreneurs, and the ever-so spiteful woman known by many throughout the world and Xavier's Mansion. So, as you could see, her presence was only a manifestation of her affiliation with Mister Sebastian Shaw. The man had a way with woman, although Emma didn't count for that fact. It was just a little business propriety to show up for his party. After all, word would definitely spread after the media found out the perfectly dressed Emma Frost had appeared at Shaw's party. It was the potential for Emma to be in the spotlight once again. This notion formed Emma's icy-blue painted lips into a grin.

Arriving in a perfectly white limousine, all invitees who cared would stop in their tracks as the one and only was presented with a man releasing her door slowly open. Her perfectly designed heel, the most expensive of course, was first to make its appearance. The rest of her form would accompany in a matter of second. Being known for her sexily wardrobes, Emma didn't disappoint as she wore the best in white dresses for Shaw's annual festivity. White diamonds adorned Emma's neck in a perfect radius around her throat and her artificial breasts were mounted upon a white, dazzling diamond lace. Emma had dressed more revealing before, but recent weather conditions had made this impossible. Emma was that calculating even with her clothes.

Heads turned as the party had only begun as the white-formed diva arrived within the doors. Emma had not cared to bring a guest. Thoughtfully, she didn't want the media to believe the business queen was tied down with a beau. The image would ruin her, and Heaven only knows what happened to the last guy who sold a lie to the New York Times. Emma had fun with that torturing, but she didn't wish to revisit such an ordeal again. It strained her mentality trying to remove the thoughts from the masses.

Emma had dodged the dance floor as she wasn't for the moves of today's generation, and her French manicure wouldn't allow such a thing anyway. She had graced amongst most of the world's successful businessmen and woman, only grazing their surface thoughts to find out what was in store for their businesses. It was the law of her profession, and Emma played it well with her Telepathy. Though, Shaw was a special case. Of course, she respected the man only so much as to leave his thoughts alone. He would just have to hold such a value in the later future.

"Sebastian, darling, I am surprised at your recent location. A change of tact, I see. I never thought you'd be the one to please such a young audience." Emma would be one of a few people ( if any ) who had the guts to say such words to Shaw. She held her own with any man she stung with her venomous words. "DJ's and carnies never were enough for my taste, but I adore your mask, darling." Emma rested the conversation for a moment to scan the area for a waiter. The man carrying the drinks with such perfection while staring at the white wearing royalty flinched slightly as Frost snapped her fingers for his attention. "My throat is parched. Bring me a drink and make it immediate. Run along now." Emma had always been demanding like that, and it made her lips part into a smile to see the man move with such a rush.

"So what do I owe the honor of being your magnificent invitee? I'd have my assistant send flowers, but I'm sure you have Lady Tessa to pick your weeds daily." Emma's blue oculars would scan Tessa, if she was around, in a way of a possible challenge.

Simply put, Emma was a bitch and good at it.

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blackking
2008-12-07 09:53 pm UTC (link)

And here came the queen of diamonds... Impossible to miss amongst the pulsating, colorful lights and the deep, darkened ball room. She was like a beacon. A bitchy beacon.

When she reached him, Shaw raised his chin to acknowledge her in a showy fashion, then met eyes with her. "Miss Frost." When she was through speaking, he touched one of the tips on his mask and smirked, slightly. "You found me straight away, despite it." Of course, Emma could spot anyone in a crowded room, paper bags over the heads of one and all. Faces didn't matter when you could read minds. His smirk deepened then, "You are important and influential in our society, Miss Frost. Surely you are aware. Your politics and opinions are valued." Blah, blah, blah. The purpose of the party was printed in the invitations. Humans, mutants and mutant-supporters could spend an evening together, right?

She knew she was there because she had a membership card in her little handbag that read: Hellfire Club. The Black and White courts were present in order to make contacts, to make friends and to make trouble. Shaw, the club and his company would benefit no matter how their evenings ended. To the public, he appeared apologetic and concerned, even progressive. Though, Emma knew it herself (whether he'd said it or not) that Sebastian preferred the less formal meetings at his own home where the HFC usually met. They were always much more... intimate. He couldn't have given a shit less about rope-climbers or trance music.

Tessa was usually close by, so she had probably heard Emma's remarks. It wasn't as though he preferred one woman over the other. He didn't even give it a second thought. But he was in charge, and would keep Emma Frost in her place, "She might pick my ties, but never weeds. I need her fingernails clean to type." Yes, Shaw too spoke bitch.

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sheneverforgot
2008-12-09 10:35 pm UTC (link)

Not as grand of an entrance as Tessa had expected, but surely sauntering in glowing from head to toe without a man dragging down her arm would be extravagant enough for Emma tonight - lest she steal the spotlight from the host. God forbid. Still, a slight hushed breath and more than a few turned heads was warning enough of her entrance; Tessa merely had to be conscious to notice her and the dress that seemed to be held up by the very prying eyes that wanted it to fall to the ground.

From her post near (but never too near) her employer, his very rejected drink in her hand, she, dressed with what might be referred to as modesty around Shaw's circle, a dark billowy dress, a sash drawn around an Empire waist, simple yet carried with a business-like air, mingled with a few lesser clients. Ever the multitasker, she conversed with them, oozed a warm, pleased tone, despite the fact that these men probably wouldn't be clients for very long (their bank account, Tessa had determined, fell far short of the minimum capacity for a strong relationship with the Hellfire Club or Shaw Industries), all the while keeping an ear and eye on the host. Not that he couldn't pull himself out of any social situation, she felt it was a part of the long unwritten list of job requirements to keep just any old person from approaching him unless he approached them first. Not to mention that her ears were burning seconds after Emma approached. Jealousy? Definitely not. A challenge, but she wasn't here to bicker with The Queen (one of the Queens).

Hearing his response, she smirked beneath her mask, shifting her gaze away from the pair, when a flash of white and blue caught her eye. Ms. Munroe and Mr. Wagner - two of the very people she had hoped wouldn't attend. More and more of the X-Men were getting involved with the Hellfire Club, and it sent Sage's skin crawling. She hadn't been affiliated with them very long, but she knew enough about its nature to not want so many of Xavier's staff spending time in its company. But now would not be the time to mention it to them. Soon, before they were involved, but not now. It would jeopardize everything. Instead, she returned her gaze to her own present company, smiling, an eye and ear devoted to Frost and Shaw.

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transparency
2008-12-07 05:03 pm UTC (link)

Masquerade Balls were always interesting affairs to attend. Wren had only been to a few over the course of her young life of twenty-four years, but each and every time had been a unique experience. Some people got some wrapped up in whatever character they were pretending to be, that they adopted their way of speaking (or lack thereof), their mannerisms, and sometimes even their ideologies - just for a night. She, however, hadn't truly tried to be anyone else since she was a high school, drama student; and she wasn't about to wear the acting hat tonight, no matter how good the prospect of being someone else for an evening sounded to her.

Instead of dressing up like anyone in particular, she decided to wear an elegant, period ballgown and a golden, leonine mask. (Both of which meshed very well with each other, in her opinion.) It wasn't that she didn't have the imagination to think of anything clever, but she had only a limited time to plan for this masquerade-gala event.

Around 9:00 PM she had entered the Roseland Ballroom, but she wasn't going to start mingling until after she had procured herself a glass of white wine and had a chance to unwind a bit on one of the sofas in the center of the room. Once she had worked her way through half a glass of wine, Wren let her eyes wander until she spotted a very posh (as always) Emma Frost and Sebastian Shaw chit-chatting a mere few feet away from where she was seated. It didn't surprise to see the two of them socializing with one another, as it seemed a majority of the party guests seemed well-connected (either directly or indirectly), including herself. And that meant her oh-so-delightful half-brother, Christian, would probably be in attendance.

Great.

With this thought in mind, her gaze averted from the beautiful twosome for a moment and she looked around ballroom once more. But as far as she could tell, Christian Holland was nowhere in sight. Thank goodness.

Breathing a sigh of relief (even if she knew it would only be momentary), Wren lifted her glass and took sip from it.

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britannic
2008-12-07 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Feeling fortunate that his father was just as large as himself, Brian selected to wear an outfit that his ambassador father had worn on several occasions to legitimate balls. However excited Britannic was to attend this particular party, he found it rather frivolous. He was here for the people, not the atmosphere, however. From beneath his mask, he peered around the tables, the dance floor, then the sections of couches. He knew many in attendance, and everyone seemed to be having a great time already. One person, whom he knew fairly well, was all by her lonesome, however. Sitting on a couch and resembling a creamy cupcake sat Wren Zhang, her puffy dress spread out around her. He couldn't resist giving her a ribbing or at least some company. "You look sweeter than anything at the desert bar." He remarked in greeting as he rounded the end of the couch. There was a tree above them, shading their eyes from the blinking, roving lights. "Are you hiding from someone, love?"

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transparency
2008-12-08 11:40 am UTC (link)

Oh thank god, a familiar voice. Wren leaned forward to set her wine glass on the small table, then glanced up at the hulking figure that was Brian Braddock, towering above her. A smile then broke out across her face, which appeared to be out of both amusement and relief.

"Why thank you Brian," she replied with a small laugh, while pulling more of her dress in, just in case he wanted to take a seat. Britannic had been a charmer for as long as she had known him, but whenever he made a sweet remark, he usually meant it. "You look as dashing as ever," Wren commented, just before the subject changed.

Was she hiding from someone? Her first instinct was to say 'no,' but that'd be a lie and she really didn't see the point in lying. Least of all to someone she considered to be a good friend. "Sort of, I guess," she said, her shoulders rolling into a half-hearted shrug. "I'm trying to avoid Christian." Her half-brother. She was positive that Brian was already in the know about him, so she didn't bother to elaborate.

She'd bitched about him enough for most people to know that they didn't get along. At all.

"I really don't know if he's going to show up or not, but it's better to be safe than sorry." Right?

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britannic
2008-12-11 01:28 am UTC (link)

"Thanks." He smirked in response to her compliment and chuckled briefly before Wren gave her answer. Brian's mouth twisted from side to side as he contemplated her situation. Finally, "I'm afraid I might run into Jamie this evening, actually." He shared. "We can't let them wedge us into a corner while they have all the fun they'd like, can we?" He moved to sit by her, then, adjusting his pants so they'd wrinkle as little as possible. "Once you're through with that drink I'll take you for a spin around the dance floor, hm? We can look out for each other." He'd go on jerk-patrol and Wren could look out for his loon of a sibling. In all honesty, he wasn't sure which of them was worse off. He'd hate it if someone in his family treated him with disrespect, or unkindly. It probably felt like a kick in the teeth. His older brother was simply ... mental. "Have you tried dancing in this, yet?" The Brit tugged on the edge of her dress as the his hand came to rest between them.

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transparency
2008-12-11 09:52 am UTC (link)

"It looks like we're both on the run tonight," Wren quipped with a smirk. It really did feel like a metaphorical kick to the teeth when you couldn't get along with people who were supposed to be your family. Wren had tried to extend an olive branch to Christian on several occasions, but he kept rejecting her at every turn. To say it didn't hurt would be a lie, but there really was nothing she could do until he wanted to bridge the gap between them.

"I suppose you're right, though." About not letting their siblings ruin the fun for them. That would mean they would've had the upper hand, which would basically give them a license to make their lives a living hell; and we couldn't have that now, could we?

"I'd like that," she said in reply to his request to take her for a spin around the dance floor. That, and what he said about them looking out for each other. That's what she liked being part of the Xavier/X-Men family: they were like family in many ways and you were never in short of people who'd be willing to stick up for you.

When he tugged at the bottom of her dress for a moment, she laughed and grinned again. "No, I haven't... yet. But I'm sure I can figure it out." She'd figured out how to walk in it, after all.

"I think I'm done with my drink," even if the glass was only half empty (or half full, depending how one wanted to look at it). "If I imbibe anymore, they're going to need to carry me out of here."

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britannic
2008-12-15 01:13 am UTC (link)

"If you can't, I'll give you some lift," Brian teased, of Wren's fluffy gown. He grinned when she was through with her 'I need to relax' drink. "I don't think anyone would have trouble carrying you out of here." He moved to stand and extended his hand to help Flux do the same, turning to face her and bending slightly at the waist with militant precision and English boarding school etiquette. "Myself on the other hand, well, that'd be a bit more difficult." Wren was fantastically petite. Brian was ... not. "At least I'll feel at ease opposite you," his brain played back a slideshow of memories, beginning at the time he first made the comparison between Wren and Jubilee - both wee. Jubilee was a fine dancer (much better than himself), but they often looked a bit silly together. He didn't mind it. And he certainly didn't mind now. "M'lady?" once she had stood, his arm bent cordially for her to take and he headed for the floor where couples were dancing in a mixture of traditional partner variations and modern ... er, ass shaking, to put it bluntly. The music could be translated either way. Brian had a feeling Ms. Zhang wasn't prepared to get down.

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transparency
2008-12-15 10:42 am UTC (link)

"I don't know," Wren said, hoisting herself up (with Brian's assistance). "Pete could probably do it," she teased, while she smoothed out the front of her dress with her free hand. They were as thick as thieves, those two.

"I guess you're used to it, huh?" Wren, of course, was referring to her fellow shrimpette, Jubilee. "I imagine she's more at ease on a dance floor than either of us." Not saying that she couldn't move when she had to, but she wouldn't exactly call herself a pro.

Hmm. Where was Jubilee, anyway?

Reaching out now, Wren took ahold of the arm Brian had so generously offered and they began moving out towards the dance floor. There were already several people dancing (if you could refer to it as such) and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Having pushed her half-brother out of her mind, she was more determined than ever to enjoy the rest of the evening.

So what if he showed up? It wasn't like she was obligated to talk to him....

After they had secured themselves a spot out on the floor, Wren maneuvered herself out in front of Brian, so she was facing him. And then she smiled. "Ready to take the lead?"

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w_a_r_p
2008-12-20 12:39 am UTC (link)

"Little brother!" Well, larger brother, but younger nonetheless. James Braddock II had spotted his sibling with a petite brunette, whom after he'd neared he realized was Asian. That must be Jubilee. This was a perfect opportunity to finally meet Brian's young lady friend. And he himself had just gotten acquainted with another femme of Xavier's, Miss Edana Bayard. As to what her 'Xavier's' name was, he hadn't yet heard. "Let's go chat, shall we?" he asked the taller brunette that he'd locked arms with. "I know you're not really permitted to say, but has my Brian ever come to you with issues about me?" He grinned, giving the impression that he was merely being conversational instead of devious or self-conscious. As they approached the pair who were about to dance, Jamie (or Warp) brightened his smile for them. "Dr. Braddock," he said with a firm nod, then shifted his penetrating (though momentarily jovial) gaze upon the wee one. "This must be Jubilee?"

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levity_
2008-12-20 12:58 am UTC (link)

Edana adjusted her dress and took Jamie's arm so he could lead her over to where Brian and Wren were. Her eyes flicked to him as he asked his question. The answer was yes, but she couldn't tell him that. "Sorry." She'd gotten a weird vibe from the British man from the start, but she wasn't going to be rude (especially as he was a relative to Brian, who was a friend and colleague). When they reached the pair, she smiled. "Hi, you two." Jamie had just mistaken Flux for Jubilee. Eddie hid a smile by taking a sip of her champagne. Oh dear. Jubilee'd be a bit put off if she'd witnessed that. Her gaze shifted to Brian to gauge his reaction.

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britannic
2008-12-20 01:10 am UTC (link)

Oh. It was Jamie. Super. "Hullo, Jamie." Brian greeted back with a bit of a mumble. It was most likely inaudible - even by Wren. Still, he'd said it. There. Jamie had a way of stealing the spotlight and one's sanity. He was usually entertaining, at the very least. And dear Lord, he had preyed on Edana. He and Wren should most certainly make an effort to salvage what remained of the empath. When they neared, he began taking steps toward the edge of the dance floor so he and Wren weren't in the way of other dancers. "Hi," he smiled in response to Eddie then nodded to his brother, who began making guesses about his company. "No no," he said, hurriedly. "I'm sorry, this is Wren Zhang. She's a friend of ours," he gestured between himself and Levity. "Jubilee was busy this evening." Thank God. He'd done his best to keep her from meeting his brother. It was better off that way. Their encounters had been public over the past few years, and not at Xavier's. "I see you've met Eddie." After saying this, his eyes locked with the psychiatrist's and nearly screamed an apology. The glance shifted to Wren, in turn.

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transparency
2008-12-20 11:59 pm UTC (link)

The words had no sooner left her mouth when she heard a distinct, British accented voice calling for their attention. Or at least, Brian's. Wren's gaze shifted in the direction of where the voice had been coming from and she soon spotted the source of it. This must've been Jamie, Britannic's aforementioned older brother. How wonderful.

Wren moved in step with Brian to the edge of the dance floor, out of courtesy for both the dancers and Edana and Jamie. (Probably more for Eddie's sake than Jamie's, though.) "Hey," she greeted Levity with a grin, but it faded somewhat when Warp had confused her with Jubilee. Not that she found it insulting, but it was always a little awkward when you were mistaken for someone else. Thank goodness Brian cleared it up before she had to.

"Yes, I'm Wren," she clarified with another small, albeit a slightly embarrassed one. "It's nice to meet you," she said politely, whilst extending a hand towards him in greeting.

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w_a_r_p
2008-12-22 03:48 am UTC (link)

"My mistake!" Well - what a surprise! Good gracious. "I'm so sorry, miss," Jamie shook his head with shame and (minor) humiliation. "Wren," he repeated, finally, and took her head gently before giving it a shake, then drew it upward so that he could kiss lightly on the back of her knuckles. "It's just that, Brian mentioned to me how beautiful Jubilee is. I suppose it was an easy mistake to have made." He gave her a wink before releasing her hand, then turned to the woman at his side. He cleared his throat.

"You all live... together, then? I mean, you work at Xavier's?" The lot of them! Jamie was clearly missing out on some good times. And some fine-looking ladies. Oh my, yes.

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levity_
2008-12-22 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Eddie's dark eyes watched (and listened) as the three got things (and identities) straightened out. The mood had gone from prickly to somewhat smooth after they'd all exchanged their explanations and words of praise. The dark haired man's attention was now on her. Great. Though it did make sense to switch to the person to turn to as he hadn't mistaken her for someone else. "Yes, it's very convenient with everyone being so close by." Oh, that could be taken wrongly. "I mean, it's like a small community. Brian could be considered the local doctor, if you will," a gesture to the larger British man here, "The atmosphere is great as well. It's like having a very large family, really." She sounded like a spaz. Hmm. Why did she care? She glanced at Jamie. Damn, his eyes were intense. It made her a little uneasy. "How about yourself? Are you living in New York or are you only visiting?" That was a safe question, right?

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britannic
2008-12-22 11:28 pm UTC (link)

Oh, lay it on thick, why don't you? Jamie could be such a libertine. At least the women in their present company were of sound mind and not some twitty blonde tarts. "Yes, that's right. Large family." Brian agreed with Eddie, a bit hurriedly. "But we all have our own space..." So they didn't get in each others' hair. Like Jamie had a tendency to do...

"You remember I mentioned Piotr? He and Wren are the art enthusiasts at the school." Brian's hand moved to pat Flux's shoulder lightly and he looked across at Eddie, "And the quiet one is Dr. Bayard," he knew they'd been introduced, obviously. "The therapist." Jamie needed a therapist like most people needed oxygen. However, New York had psychologists on every block. Jamie could find his own shrink. Levity was Brian's therapist. And Wren was his dance partner. Sigh. "How've you been, big brother?"

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transparency
2008-12-23 12:34 am UTC (link)

Wren gave Jamie a reassuring smile. It had been an honest mistake and it could've happened to anyone, really.... But the kiss to the hand helped smooth things over even more. She always appreciated a gentleman, and the Braddock boys seemed to possess gentlemanly qualities in abundance.

"It really is like a big family," she concurred with her fellow X-Men. And like every family, they had their share of ups and downs. It wasn't always perfect, but she'd never trade it for anything in the world.

She grinned a little further when Brian made the art enthusiasts comment. She wasn't much of an artist herself, but she possessed a wide range of knowledge on art, as well as its history and how to identify the subtleties (or not-so-subtle) differences between artists' work. This was why she was considered a viable commodity within Holland's: because she really knew her stuff.

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storming
2008-12-07 09:23 pm UTC (link)

So she went shopping for the first time in... well, a long time. At least for herself, anyway. Ororo hadn't bought anything for someone other than Harmon (or the school) in quite a while. It wasn't as if she had a mask laying around she could toss on with a matching dress that she happened to have in her closet. Kurt had come along, after they decided to attend Sebastian Shaw's soiree, and they found just what they were looking for. Frankly, Ororo was happy that Kurt had agreed to accompany her. It wasn't often Mr. Wagner was willing to put himself in the center of a massive social gathering. Needless to say, the missus was pleased. Arrangements were made with the other attendees that lived at the school, and the dependable Hummer limo was brought around for those who wished to ride together. Out of the massive car and into the massive party stepped Ororo Wagner, in her sparkly white dress and her pearly white mask.

The place was positively thumping with music. And lights and laughter. And there were food and drinks everyplace she cast her gaze. Ororo clutched Kurt's arm as they made their way toward some tables. "It seems funny." There was Tony Stark. And of course, Sebastian Shaw. Several other high profile bigwigs. "I didn't realize Xavier's school ranked so highly." She had a feeling, however, that she and her husband weren't present because of the school's academic program...

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greatestofease
2008-12-23 12:00 am UTC (link)

It had been a while since Kurt had been to a party as extravagant as the one he was at or have the most beautiful woman in the place on his arm. All right, he'd never been to a party quite like this, but he did have the beautiful woman. They'd found Storm a dress, so they had had to hunt for his costume. He was dressed as if he'd stepped out of an Errol Flynn film, complete with sword at his hip (unlike most, he actually knew how to use it). He glanced around as he and Storm walked. "Ja," he agreed, his eyes narrowing slightly at the tone in her voice. She was right. There were quite a number of rich and powerful, when it came to both money and mutant ability. He didn't trust Sebastian Shaw as far as he could throw him. When they reached their table, he pulled the chair out for Storm to sit. "Vhat vould you like to drink?" he asked her, spotting one of the barely clad wait staff.

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