Creations Verse (creationsverse) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-25 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, batgirl, batman, eric draven, eric northman, iron man, johan liebert, lady of shallot, lois lane, moriarty, nightwing, pam, plot: thanksgiving, robin, roxanne, sailor moon, sailor uranus, sailor venus, sarah, sherlock holmes, sleeping beauty, sookie, watson |
Who: Anyone!
What: Luke Henry's Thanksgiving Dinner
Where: Top floor, Thomas, Inc.
When: Thanksgiving
Warnings: Party log. Proceed with caution.
Notes: Place your character's location in the subject line, please.
The top floor of Thomas, Inc. boasted two wings. The West, which housed Thomas' private office and the offices of Worth Financials, and the East, which served as a formal conference/ballroom for the building. At 7 pm, immediate family could be found in the East Wing, signing papers which would legitimize Luke Henry. Members of the press were permitted to view the ceremony from the beyond the double-paned doors, which were held open by valets in perfect black and white.
At 8 pm, the doors to the West Wing opened, and guests were permitted entrance (after a thorough weapons check). The west-most wall was entirely glass lined, opening out to a balcony which offered a spectacular 30-story high view of the city beyond (warmed and covered from the snow falling beyond). The roof of the ballroom itself was blanketed with white, twinkling lights, and a gold and cream trimmed tree took up the entire corner of the space. At the front of the room, a raised platform held one, long table, where the family would take their meal. The family table was (quite intentionally) visible from every guest table in the room.
Beyond the raised platform, the first row of tables were designated Press by elegant placards at the table center. Beyond those tables, the guest tables dotted the room at spaced intervals. Every table held ten guests, and the service and waitstaff for each table was billionaire quality, regardless of social standing of the guest attending.
The bar, which lined the rear of the room, was open, and the meal would be a formal affair of multiple courses. The area to the left of the tree was cleared for dancing, and a half-orchestra was seated in a semi-circle, playing. A microphone stand, wrapped in the same lights that lined the roof, was placed in a place of honor for Penny Markowicz's performance.
Once everyone had taken their seats, the orchestra hushed and attention was carefully directed to the raised table with a lowering of all the lights in the room that were not focused on said table. The young man who sat at the end of the table, in the place of honor, was dressed as if he was born to wealth, and a well placed servant had a microphone ready for his use, as soon as he took to his feet.
Luke had never been more nervous in his entire life than he was now. He was completely unaccustomed to the press and their stupid cameras, so it was hard to focus on anything else, and his black tux was probably the most expensive-looking thing he'd ever worn. Luckily he was good at faking confidence, because as much as he would have liked to just sit down and try to act inconspicuous, he couldn't. He had a speech to say first. Most everyone had already been seated, and once he'd managed to get their attention a hush had fallen over the room. Now they were gazing at the family table (his table) and him, of course, with clear interest. He took a deep breath and forced himself to look out at the rest of the guests, unable to focus on one individual gaze and keeping it general like he'd been taught back in high school. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests." His voice was far steadier than he'd been expecting, and he continued on with renewed calm. "For those of you who don't know," a smile, with false candor, "my name is Luke Henry. I'd like to thank all of you for coming tonight to share this holiday meal with us." A brief gesture at those who sat around him, and aside from Darwin he counted everyone there as a friend or more. "Thanksgiving is a time when we recognize and acknowledge that which we have to be grateful for, like family and friends-- and the food, of course." A fleeting pause. "That's why we spend it with those people, the ones we care about most and are thankful to have in our lives - but family comes in more than one form. Sometimes it isn't always with us, and sometimes it finds us unexpectedly." He was getting close to the point of the entire thing, and he took another breath before going for it and hoping he'd worded it right. "Tonight I especially have a lot to be thankful for. The papers are signed and the adoption is official, so I'm proud to announce that I am now a part of the Brandon family." Luke paused again, glancing at Thomas for effect (without actually looking at him) and, hoping he wasn't turning red, forced another smile. "To family, friends, and giving thanks," he said, raising his glass, "I hope you all enjoy the evening." Another few moments passed before he finally sat down. He waited for the news to sink in and for the cameras to start flashing again, relieved that he appeared to be far more calm than he actually was. |