Who: Mel and who ever else drops in. (This is an open to public event, probably well enough advertised)
What: Annual Aiolos Auction and 'Ball'
Where: Piera Theater
When: Oct 31, Halloween (Evening)
Warnings: None yet.
His father had thrown the party each year at the estate. When Mel got the theater, to make things a bit different, Nick had started to throw the party there. To Mel, it worked out for the best. The first floor was kept 'kid friendly', with a bit of a treasure hunt to find things and gain prizes or candy. The upper floor had the alcohol, but also the more expensive items up for auction. Some were silent auction with a closing time. Others had a box, where people would simply drop in their bid, and later, the highest bid would win. Each of the collection of donated items had a tag, explaining where it came from, and what charity (if a specific one) the funds were going to. Big packages and small, there seemed to be something for everyone, including donated items that were simply for sale.
Walking around, Mel was checking on the sales booth. There were a number of handmade masks that she'd pulled from her collection, not needing them herself, that were being sold, along with theater tickets, some local photographers prints, scarfs and pins. She noted that the number of hand made pins from a local children's shelter seemed to have decreased rapidly. Well, that was too the good. And everyone she saw seemed to be enjoying their evening.
Going through the currents of the 'haunted' box seat, Mel peered down to the auditorium below. The stage was clear for dancing, and music was being played through the speakers. Off to the side was the piano, miked and ready for Jules. Perfect. She'd have them swap that to being played through out the building when he started. For now, the owner settled into one of the seats, kicking up her feet onto the railing in a very unladylike manner. She hardly cared. The outfit may have seemed less than completely appropriate for some, but as a wood nymph, (with a hand made mask, a healthy amount of body paint, and careful use of flesh tone cloth to cover what wasn't more carefully hidden with well placed bits of fabric,) it was almost modest. Now she intended to relax, until the next major crisis arrived, or someone found her out.
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