[Open Event] NPP Dance at the Newcomer Community Center

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Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: January 13th, 7:00 PM to
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for the Dance! Everyone have fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

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[She wishes she could focus on the dancing and the people at the dance, but she's a little preoccupied with all that's been going on for the past week. She shouldn't be here; she should be out hunting Joker down. But she figures Batman can handle it for tonight, as she did promise Raul that she'd be here.

Re-l's dressed in something formal and black (big surprise) and she keeps an eye out for some of the new arrivals to greet them and see how they've been faring for the past two weeks.]

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[A certain man is going to appear before her, not out of purpose or intent, but rather purely out of incident. As she moves about the room she'll bump into a stout, sinewy, but well-dressed man, dark eyes peering out of a chiseled face definitely bearing a resemblance to Franziska, if much older and harder.

He winces visibly at the collision, though stays his ground, being amazingly hard as if one might have walked straight into a pillar or a wall.

The soreness in his shoulder makes him take a shallow intake of breath, his 5'10'' frame taut and stiff.]

Nngh...

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[And she turns rather quickly at that, alarmed and apologetic on principle, especially when she hears him wince. She looks surprised.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--

[She pauses. Manfred von Karma, in the flesh. And hurting. Her expression barely changes, though there's recognition in her eyes.]

I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you all right?

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[His left hand had automatically shot to clutch at the blue shoulder sling which immobilized his right arm, pinning it in such a way as not to disturb the stitches over the chest given he's only had surgery days before. The area was now throbbing with a vengeance however, and might've bled a little beneath the cloth.

His face turns paler, even paler than the aristocratic alabaster might lend to an ashen state, before finally he closes his eyes and makes a quiet sound in his throat.

The cane is leant on a bit more and he takes time to recover before answering her.]

Fine. I'm...

[Trails off, noting her appearance. Something familiar about her...Oh yes.]

Corporal, I presume.

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[She frowns. She can finally see the sling, even in the dim lighting, and she has half a mind to call for Daedalus.]

I can get someone if you're really hurt.

[Re-l pauses when she realizes he recognized her.]

...That's right.

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[He's not showing the full extent of his pain, though that was only natural given who he was. His shortness of breath might've hinted to it, but within minutes he can take measures to disguise such a thing.

And, he'd not exactly protest seeing the doctor again, but he's no weakling and a mere girl that small couldn't have hurt him all that badly.]

No. That's..unnecessary.

[A hasty reply, though he's not exactly the type to enjoy hospital visits, and would've let the bullet stay there if not for the lead poisoning factor...

So he's going to steer the talk elsewhere.]

You're very young.

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[Only four inches shorter than him, thank you sir. But she makes certain he's all right first, looking him over. She's not sure which doctor saw him but Daedalus could still look him over.

Belatedly, she realizes she's almost pleased that he's hurting. But then she thinks otherwise; even if he's a cruel man, she doesn't want him in any sort of pain. Not physical, anyway.

She bristles at the comment, giving him a hard look.]

I'm twenty-one.

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[He'll try to mask the incident with impassivity, if anything. Ironically Doctor Yumeno had been who he'd had his initial appointment with, so if she wanted to express concern on his behalf she could very well have. At any rate, he's going to keep his eyes on her for the moment, looking her over as if he might be trying to read her.

The comment about her age was not necessarily a criticism, given his own daughter passed the bar when she was only thirteen.]

Very young to be a Corporal. What is your name?

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[She raises an eyebrow, but restrains herself from folding her arms across her chest. Regardless of who this man is, the last thing she wants to do is make any sort of impression that will reflect poorly on her fellow officers and the Newcomer lawyers...even if she'd like nothing more than to tell him to go away.]

Re-l Mayer.

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Corporal Mayer, then. I will keep note of it.

[As much as any of the people in this place, anyways. He might require a contact in the police department, and he's not exactly aware of her relation to Miles though he suspects she may have worked with him.]

...What is the purpose of this function?

[He blinks, looking around for a moment as if he'd only just arrived though really he's been there for a little while.]

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Please do.

[As far as she's concerned, they can be cordial and professional, but she'd much prefer her title over "Miss" any day.]

It's to celebrate the political party and the Newcomer population.

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['Miss' would've been inappropriate in this context so he will not use it. He was, in fact, quite a stickler when it came to formalities if only to make sure that he could place distance between himself and the other person.

Nothing more to it than that? Hm. Interesting.]

Are these kind of events regularly held?

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No, not really.

[The dance itself had only one other predecessor, and that was the masquerade ball from 2010. Even then, it hadn't been much. She shrugs.]

We've never done an auction before, either.

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Auction. I'm afraid I wasn't aware there was one.

[Not that he'd been there long enough to procure anything from it.]

You're also a Newcomer caseworker, I heard. Do you happen to know of any chefs in the area?

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It was just before this, yes. It had some odd items on it.

[She pauses at his question, taking only a moment to think of the few Newcomers she knows with excellent cooking skills.]

Francis Bonnefoy is unrivaled in the kitchen. He's one of the chefs at Lion's Gate Observatory.

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Such as?

[Francis Bonnefoy...A frenchman? Hm. He would have to look into this person. He grabs one of the drinks from a tray a waiter held as they passed, hoping it would do something to dull the pain. Not that he showed any signs of being bothered by it.]

Lion's Gate Observatory...I see.