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Line of Fire Mods (lineof_firemods) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-03-08 16:16:00

stranded!
Who: Everyone at the Party
What: Black Tie Ball; STORM!
Where: Shangri-La Hotel on an off-coast Island
When: MARCH 10; 9pm
Rating: TBD
Open? to EVERYONE!

Lights flickered twice in the ballroom, causing the band to stop. Without music and the joyful voices filling the room, a roll of thunder could be heard outside along with the rain coming down in sheets against the window. Guests glanced warily at the doors as the wind picked up, howling through the doors in the lobby left open.

So as not to cause alarm, the host of the evening jumped up onto the platform where the band was set up, picking up a microphone to garner everyone's attention.

"Folks! If I could have your attention please. The storm that we'd hoped would roll right past us seems to have decided to stick around. So right now all the launch boats have been docked. Now this isn't to cause any alarm, and we've still got a full bar, and the band is just getting revved up for another set, so eat, drink, be merry, and we'll ride out this storm just fine. Thanks!"

And with that, the band picked up, hoping to play out just another couple of hours until the storm passed.

[ mod-note; I decided to wait a little later than noon (obviously) because the beginning thread was going so well. It is now 4:30 (PST), and this is just the first thread of the night. If you want to wait for the next one, go ahead - the BLACKOUT thread will go up promptly @ 7:30pm (PST) ]

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JOHN IN THE BALLROOM (OPEN!)

action_posable
2008-03-09 12:59 am UTC (link)

John had been attending the event with his Mother, but anyone who knew John well knew that he was always attending such functions in tow of Lynn Conrad who was always pleased as punch to show her son off to her friends. While he was happy to keep his Mother company, John Conrad was not happy to be thrown to a pack of old woman who had a knack for being a little too touchy-feely, so when the first opportunity presented itself, John combined all the knowledge he’d learnt in both the Navy and the FBI and snuck away.

Sitting in the corner of the ballroom, next to a conveniently placed tray of appetizers, John Conrad glanced up at the chandelier curiously as the lights began to flicker.

He’d been expecting a storm, but he hadn’t been expecting one that bad and then there was the mention that the boats had been docked, a comment that sent his mind into overdrive and made him feel more than a little uneasy. Paranoia. It came with the career; one of the hardest things to learn in his line of work, was when the constant paranoia was unnecessary. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, John picked an appetizer and passed what he felt off as unnecessary.

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For Even Little Old Me?

well_tailored
2008-03-09 01:36 am UTC (link)

Callan had arrived late, getting in just as the sky opened up and started to pour down rain, and she looked with some annoyance out on the sudden storm. Just like the weather to do this, now that she was out here in the middle of nowhere. And the boats had all been docked? Swell.

After the lights blipped on and off for the second time, a passing waiter and a tray of fresh drinks distracted the redhead, and she swiped a glass of white wine to sip at it as she scanned the room. No sign of anyone she knew yet, although in this crowd it might take a closer look to find out who was friendly and who wasn't.

She found a seat out of the crush, having decided to sit it out. If nothing else, there was food and drink. There was also bound to be someone passably interesting to talk to. She could be social when she felt like it. With a drink in her hand, (ah, alcohol, the great social lubricant) she even enjoyed it.

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YUS! EVEN FOR YOU.

action_posable
2008-03-09 02:02 am UTC (link)

Looking for a distraction, John turned his attention towards the woman who had just taken a seat beside him. Holding out the tray, he offered the red-head an appetizer, "I had to mug a waiter to get this tray" he lied, a friendly grin crossing his face as he waved his other hand at the assortment of tiny foods on the tray, "You're more than welcome to share them with me, but I should warn you that when the waiter rats me out, you may unwittingly become my accomplice"

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Look, Ma, I'm Being Social!

well_tailored
2008-03-09 02:22 am UTC (link)

"Thank you, kind sir." The redhead picked up a small sandwich and bit into it, thinking maybe this wouldn't be such a drag after all. She needed to get out of the house more often anyway. Even with the lack of familiar faces, she could still schmooze with the best of them.

"Didn't expect it to become a torrent this quickly," she remarked to the stranger off-handedly, sipping at her drink again. "Hope it blows on past before the lights go out for good."