Who: Jord, Adonis, Open to everyone who can conjure a reason to be there! When: 7ish pm, December 27th Where: Gotham Hall, Manhattan, NYC Warnings: Everyone should be on good behavior.
In the heart of Manhattan lies a rather enormous, imposing structure. This place is known as Gotham Hall. The facade of the building is all columns and high, straight walls, lights shining down from it at every angle as though to highlight the fact that yes, this is a very important place, and very important people gather here, and do very important things. Outside of this place there are limousines pulling up, powerful, beautiful people stepping out of them, off the sidewalk, and into the world where they feel most comfortable. This is a world of prestige, of Old Money, New Money, of trust funds and tax write offs, of diamonds and designers and accomplishments and business deals, of fame and of infamy, of trophy wives and children in boarding school. It is the cream of the crop in every sector, all here and united under one cause...
The cause of one goddess.
They do not know that all those checks that they write, that they dedicate to her, are the same as any sacrifice or libation. At the end of this night she will be drunk on the power; not quite as good as blood but close. These people live, eat, and breath money. It runs in their veins. They've already made a sizable donation just to be here, to be seen here, to let the world know that yes, they are environmentally enlightened, and this is how they show it. But the money is superfluous to them, a tiny detail. The benefits of being seen here far outweigh any cost.
When the guests walk through the filigree doors, they will be ushered to the Grand Ballroom, where the goddess awaits. Their eyes wont even see the walls; they will be drawn instantly upward to the three thousand square foot glass ceiling, the gilded area around it, the hanging chandelier. It is huge, yet intimate. Tables are set about with ornate centerpieces of wintergreen and roses, bottles of champagne, small glasses of water. Over to one side there sits a stage, and upon it, a beautiful and painfully young Japanese girl lets her fingers fly over the keys of a stunning grand piano. The guests are shown to their seats, where they remain just momentarily before standing again, milling about, socializing, networking. Dinner will be served in about half an hour, all gourmet and vegan, cooked to perfection by one of the most well known chefs in Manhattan.
This grand event is in it's ninth year; a benefit for the IERC, a not-for-profit agency that spends their donations on environmental research, on programs for corporations and schools that teach awareness, and all of it comes back to one woman; Jordin Raghnall.