Party Time!

[onlynewlife]

Who: Kimberly and OTA
What: Valentine's Day Party
Where: Five Seasons Hotel, First Floor Ballroom
When: Saturday, February 13, 8:00pm onward
Rating: E for Everybody should come!
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8:10

[ittybittyolive]

Olive stumbled into the ballroom with a couple of pies in her arms, the big wooden boxes that passed for pie containers were large and somewhat heavy when carrying more than one, not to mention that stacked on top of each other she couldn't see very well over the top. Ned had the others, as he'd so graciously offered to help. He'd been a real sweetheart over the whole thing because he hadn't even charged her when she'd ordered the pies. She knew he wasn't really into parties and mostly hated this and any other holiday, but he was being a good sport despite being blackmailed into coming.

She shuffled over to Kimberly in her heels and peeked around the boxes. "Hey!" she puffed, "Sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up the pies." She lowered her tone and leaned in, "And maybe twist an arm or two." She shifted her eyes back to Ned and then grinned brightly. "Where do you want these?"

Re: 8:10

[onlynewlife]

Having busied herself with moving around the snacks to make room for the incoming pies and then rearranging the display of dipping foods around the chocolate fountain to keep from noticing the time slide by, Kimberly hadn't heard Olive and Ned come in right away. At the sound of Olive's voice, she turned and beamed, seeing Ned in tow. She'd convinced herself he was going to find an excuse not to come so that she wouldn't be disappointed when he didn't. This was a very pleasant surprise.

Kimberly took one of the boxes from Olive to lighten her load and shook her head. "Don't worry about it, I had a feeling you might be for that very reason," she replied flippantly. When Olive leaned in, Kimberly did, too, taking the hint. She smirked and winked. "Whatever you did, I owe you one," she replied in a hush and then stood up straighter. "Uh, over here," she said, moving toward the table she'd been rearranging a few moments before. "I made room."

Re: 8:10

[piehole_shut_it]

Ned wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be there, but he did think it was important to support his staff. Besides, Kimberly was right, both being at the party and having the pies represented there were great publicity. That and, well, if he truly was determined to make a new start here, he had to get to know new people. The piemaker may not be a party animal at its finest, but he could at least show up. And stand in a corner. And...well, be there.

"Pie of the month fit into the theme," he mumbled, already feeling a bit shy and anxious, but trying not to look it. "You know. Valentine's and all. So I threw in a couple of those with the chocolate silk and the chocolate banana." Relatively tame choices for Ned, but they were widely popular. "Um. Hi."

Re: 8:10

[ittybittyolive]

"Thanks!" she said when Kimberly took one of the pies from her. She shuffled toward the table, heels clicking on the ballroom floor. She set her pie down and reached up to grab another box from Ned. She helped get them unloaded and set on the table before she stood up straight. She glanced toward the other tables and noted the chocolate fountain. "Oh, good! You got it all set up!"

She reached up and removed the scarf from around her neck and then unbuttoned her coat to reveal her dress for the first time that night. It was a typical Olive dress. It was bright pink and orange, with a puffy taffeta skirt. She took her coat off and then looked back at Kimberly. "Is there somewhere to put these?"

8:16

[lulu8889]

Lulu had been helping set up, make sure everything was going well, and running around in general. She was so used to being the one who threw the parties that it was second nature for her to do all those things. Leaving to change and come back, Lulu was proud of herself for not being too late. So she walked in and saw Olive, who she'd met at Kimberly's girls' night, and a tall brown haired man as well as Kimberly. She took off her jacket and tried to remember not to be too cold in her red Valentine's Day themed dress.

"Hey! Awesome party," she grinned, not phased that she was going to end up being alone inevitably.

Re: 8:16

[onlynewlife]

When the door opened again and the tiniest breeze of cool air from the lobby followed Lulu in, Kimberly almost regretted wearing her dress and insisting that at least she and Lulu be semi-formal. Hopefully, Kimberly thought, by the time there were more people in and there was more body heat to absorb the chill when people were in and out of the room all night, it wouldn't be so bad.

"Ha, you're hilarious," she teased, grinning. "Lulu, this is Ned, my boss at the Pie Hole," she introduce. "And I think you remember Olive, right?" she asked, looking back and forth between the two women with her eyebrows arched slightly as if to ask whether they both remembered one another.

With a soft sigh, she looked around. "The sooner more people show up, the better I'll feel, that's all I'm sayin'," she said quietly to Lulu. "I cannot have a flop of a party, it'll totally bust my ego," she laughed, only half-joking.

Re: 8:16

[ssa_dr_reid]

Spencer had tried very hard not to freak out. He didn't get invited to parties often (ever) and he was letting the nerves associated with his first non-office party since he was five and the neighborhood kids gave up on inviting him to birthday parties.

In fact, he was freaked out enough that he spent an extra fifteen minutes hesitating about a block away from the hotel. He nearly convinced himself that Kimberly wouldn't even notice he wasn't there, but he had promised he'd go, and he was going to. Even if drinking Jenga made him want to move to a different hemisphere.

As soon as he stepped inside and saw Lulu and Kimberly, he regretted his outfit, his favorite blue sweater, a gray shirt, and a new tie. He tentatively walked up to the host and gave her a weak smile, "Hi Kimberly. Are we supposed to be dressed up?"

Re: 8:16

[onlynewlife]

At the sound of a familiar voice, Kimberly looked up and smiled at Spence. "Hey!" she chirped, giving him a quick hug of appreciation. "Thanks for coming." I knew I could count on you, went unsaid, but it was there in her eyes when she pulled back and grinned up at him. His question of whether they should be dressed up was met with a wrinkle of her nose and a shake of her head. "No, it's casual dress. Lulu and I just figured we should stand out since we're hosting," she replied.

9:00

[baronbalaz]

Having left an open invitation for Castiel to join him if he wished, Byron took the carriage but ordered the steeds to take it back to the mansion. It wouldn't due to leave his housemate with an invitation and no proper transportation, after all

Re: 9:00

[onlynewlife]

The party was an hour in and Kimberly was making rounds as best as she could, thanking people for coming and making sure everyone had everything they needed or at least knew how to find it. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces and to them, she also introduced herself, especially glad for the people she did know who had come. Just before nine o'clock, she made good on her end of the deal to Ned, taking over the microphone at the DJ booth and called out for everyone's attention, announcing officially the grand opening of the Pie Hole and pointing out what was left of the pies Ned and Olive had brought as samplings

Re: 9:00

[baronbalaz]

Once, when Byron was still pretending to be a good little courtier in Kraushausen, the proper thing to do would have been to bow and kiss Kimberly's hand--he was half into a bow actually, before she complimented his evening attire.

"It is casual enough?" Byron asked, honestly curious and more than a little concerned. "And I assure you, I have not meant to be a stranger. The snow has afforded me ample time to work on the interior of our mansion." Not that he personally had been doing any of the work. Somehow the bank had contacted him to tell him there was an account with what looked to be a hood deal of his father's holdings in it. Strange town indeed. "Your invitation afforded me a chance to get out for the night, I couldn't not take it--you're feeling better I see?" As horrific as that day had been, he did remember that she had been ill as well.

Re: 9:00

[onlynewlife]

A smile spread over Kimberly's lips at Byron's seemingly concerned question of whether or not he was dressed casually enough. "Casual is a state of mind, I think," she replied with a playful air of profound knowledge. The grin spread further and she winked. "No, seriously, casual is what it is to the person in question. For some people, what you're wearing is casual. For some people, destroyed jeans and a grubby ass t-shirt would be casual. Depends on the person," she said, a bit more serious

8:30pm

[fixgaeta]

Well, Felix supposed he was somewhat disappointed that he didn't have a date in mind. They didn't really have a "valentine's" day back home, but there were plenty of festivals to Aphrodite that seemed to capture the feeling of "buy candy, receive sex."

Though, Felix often seemed to fall into the category of "buy candy, eat candy."

But he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to support his friend. Kimberly's party needed to be successful, and he'd do his part.

He showed up at the party dressed fairly casually, a blazer over his collared shirt and jeans, immediately scoping out the crowd for familiar faces.

Re: 8:30pm

[uselessandcrap]

Sid flicked his spent cigarette out into the street and made his way back into the hotel. He'd worked a full eight hours and was just getting home from Dive when he heard music playing and remembered that there was some sort of party or something one of the birds on the forum had mentioned. Seemed like just as good a thing to do as any to keep himself occupied during his second wind. Originally, Sid had planned to come straight home and go to sleep because he'd been so tired by the end of his shift, but by the time he'd made it halfway back to the hotel, the fatigue had melted away. Sid had found himself wondering if that was how he was always going to feel getting off of work; if that was normal for someone with a job or if it was just that he was especially crap

Re: 8:30pm

[fixgaeta]

It had been Gaeta's fault as much as the younger kid's. Suddenly in the middle of a party he didn't belong at, unable to find a familiar face and far too sober to enjoy himself, he found it was hard to keep track of who was coming and going -- and where he ought to place himself in the midst of it all. He could always hang out by the bar (always a pleasant place to spend a night) but, grimacing, Felix worried it would make him seem even more anti-social than normal

Re: 8:30pm

[uselessandcrap]

Sid gave a sheepish sort of smile at the other man's apology, glossing over the strange stand-in for what Sid could only assume was 'fuck.' "Me either, mate," he laughed, looking appropriately apologetic once more. "In any case, sorry," he said again. And then Sid was making his way toward the bar again. It seemed like the other man was on his way there as well.

Looking over at the other man as he took a cup from the stack and worked the keg like a pro, Sid raised his eyebrows. "Want a beer?" he asked, reaching toward the stack of cups to grab another, in case the other man did want one. He might as well just get both of them their drinks while he was at it, he supposed. The least he could do for knocking into the bloke.

9:30pm

[brainpanned]

She was going strictly as supervision, working on re-integrating the Master into society. Not a date, right? There were still moments of forgetfulness ... wondering which one he was, exactly. The Master she'd known or the Master that appeared out of the woodwork?

Still, he looked glamorous -- cleaned up nice -- and River wore pink for the occasion. Springish dress patterned with little red flowers despite the snow outside.

Inside, the ballroom was crowded and their entrance went unnoticed. It didn't occur to River that the Master's reputation may have preceded him. She looked up, grinned, and elbowed him lightly in the side, as if to say 'Look! Look where we are!'

Re: 9:30pm

[hasthatright]

The Master had liked his hoodie. He had been comfortable in his hoodie. It was lived in. Died in. Familiar. He hadn't worn anything so soft and warm since he'd lost his last velvet suit.

Then again, he had always liked a bit of close tailoring.

He'd slipped the hood of his short cloak over his head when they were still outside, lurking beneath the sanctuary of black wool and red silk. He clutched the folds of the fabric over the collar of his Nehru jacket, hand at his chest.

He wasn't wearing gloves. He hadn't found a pair that were right.

Somehow, the outfit just wasn't complete without them. He felt naked, despite all the cloth on him.

The Master glanced down uncertainly at River when he felt the jut of her elbow, really bony for a human. There were so many humans. Why had he wanted to do this, again? It was all fun and games until someone lost his nice vantage point outside the crush of human life, so...fecund. And of course now he could smell them.

Re: 9:30pm

[brainpanned]

River seemed inundated with the sensation, her grin absolutely elated as bounced in place. Maybe it was the literal feeling of love in the air -- the adrenaline rush of happiness and fast dancing and flowers and chocolate covered strawberries and ... ! She acted almost as a sponge for the heightened emotions, all lucidity and giddiness.

"Exciting!" Reaching out, she hooked an arm around his and tugged forward, toward the dance floor. "We're like colorful bits of paper!"

Re: 9:30pm

[hasthatright]

"You're like colourful bits of paper," the Master corrected. Nevertheless he reluctantly allowed her to pull him away from the edge of the room, his hood slipping from his head.

River's excitability had an achingly familiar feel to it, the way she responded to that boisterous human chaos as though it were the most energising thing in the universe. Familiar, too, the way he ended up dragged into the fray, the way it all blurred on the edge of consciousness against the one burning thing that mattered, the memory of misadventures just like this, long, so very long ago.

But then the music changed to something he could dance to, something he could get excited about, and took her hand and spun her around and incorporated himself into the rhythm until any such memories were drowned out by the pounding beat of the now.