The White Swanfish Gala (Open to All, including party-crashers)

[creepycyclops]

The White Swanfish Gala is this evening - A VIP-only event where invitations are only sent to the likes of the heads of industry, Mover stars, avatars, and their guests. The host is Wil Zan (Slade's affable civilian alter ego), and he is dressed in a fine white and blue silk nehru, smiling broadly and chatting with what seems like every patron there, one at a time. He has brought in the finest chefs to provide an unlimited stream of fine food and drink, popular musicians provide entertainment and lively music to dance to, and this gala is sure to be an event worth talking about for years.

Interestingly, Zan has set up some rather unusual security measures. Though your average riff-raff will be kept out, he has intentionally left strategic security gaps that can be bypassed by the bold and the cunning. Zan actually has men covertly watching these gaps, but instead of stopping these party-crashers, their instructions are to inform Zan. (This serves as a sort of test for potential apprentices that Slade may try to recruit in the future.)

((NOTE: This is an event log, so not every reply has to be toward Slade. Feel free to write what your character is doing at the party or how they snuck in, etc. "Zan" is likely to give you his attention, but others can too.))

Comments

[raavashing]

Oh, no. I didn't mean with Nab- Nabu. I meant... with... other women. I know what Nabu likes about me, but I don't think I can offer the same thing to other women. Really. And it's okay. I mean, I figured that out years ago and I'm okay with it. I'm just not what they're looking for.

[profiteers]

What kind of women are you meeting, pal? I mean, unless you got a hideously deformity somewhere I can't see I don't know what the problem would be.

[You know, Wan, you could solve some of that problem by branching out a little nudge nudge wink wink

[raavashing]

I don't meet a lot of women.

[Help him Varrick, you're his only hope. For a love life.]

[profiteers]

Well then you're in no position to make any kind of judgement until you've had a good sampling.

[They're talking about Wan's love life that means they're friends now right he's going for the arm around his shoulders either way.]

You're in Republic City now, pal! This place is BURSTING with fish in the sea, lemme tell you.

[raavashing]

[Wan's shoulders hunched together and he really wished he could pull away without making a scene out of it.]

Sampling? I don't think I can sample women?

[profiteers]

[You can with their permission heyoooooo]

If you're more the settling down type, that's certainly doable as well.

[raavashing]

I- I don't really settle, no. Um... I just... I don't think I have a type?

[Wan let out a defeated sigh and hung his head.]

This is my first date. Ever.

[profiteers]

[oh. Oh baby. You found the right person. We got dis.]

So you're nervous. That's understandable. But believe me, pal, you got nothing to worry about. You're good lookin guy, I can already tell you're gonna charm the pants off anyone. The dates thing gets way WAY easier after the first one's out of the way , believe me.

[raavashing]

I'm not sure I could charm the pants of anyone. Or that I'll get another date.

[Or that he wanted another one if they were going to be like this.

Big, lopsided, genuinely unsure grin.]

Really, I know it's easy for you to say all that. You have something to offer. You probably get lots of women asking you to date them. It's really nice of you to say all this, but you don't have to do that to make me feel better.

[Maybe now he'd be left alone to wallow awkwardly at the edge of the party?]

[profiteers]

[If you wanted to be less alone you should be less attractive and easy to talk to, just common sense.]

Attitude, pal. You're never gonna get anywhere if you keep shooting yourself down.

Trust me. It may be hard to believe, but I haven't always been as fabulously wealthy and irrisistable as I am now.

[raavashing]

[Wan gave him a very disbelieving look.]

You were poor?

[profiteers]

I was born in a one room igloo in the South Pole. I don't know if you've ever had to survive a winter on seaweed alone. I don't recommend it.

[raavashing]

Oh.

[A pause before:]

No. Not a whole winter. But several months of travel between all the trips. I've been to both poles. And seaweed is pretty good. It keeps well. So if you were born in the south pole, then you're from the Southern Water Tribe?

[profiteers]

Personally, I find seaweed really looses it's appeal after the first three months. And every subsequent winter for the next few years after that.

[slightly bitter about his upbringing? Nope, what a ridiculous idea.]

Yeah, would have thought it was kind of obvious, pal.

[he is decked out in the customary blue tonight, after all.]

[raavashing]

Sorry. I didn't know if that meant you were from the Northern or Southern Tribe.

[Wan wasn't exactly familiar with the differences.]

[profiteers]

Lemme guess. Fire nation?

[Wan's got the eyes for it.]

[raavashing]

Ah. No... no. I'm not really... any nation.

[Except that everyone was a nation. Wan hurriedly added]

I was born in a Fire city, but I... left. When I was eighteen. I've been traveling the world since. I don't really identify with any nation.

[profiteers]

Ah, a traveler! I know how that is, pal. I got the hell out of the arctic tundra as soon as I could.

[oooh, a waiter walks by with some drinks and Varrick snags two. One of them is for you Wan, here you go. Bottoms up.]

And a word of advice, the ladies LOVE travel stories.

[raavashing]

[Wan took the drink and gave it a quick sniff before making a face and holding it out away from himself. It was more of that stuff that tasted funny.]

Travel stories. Right. I'll keep that in mind.

[He started looking around for the next waiter so he could pass the glass over to him.]

Do you think if I asked them to bring me a water instead of this stuff they would do that?

[profiteers]

Sure, it's their job to bring you whatever you want. Haven't you ever seen a waiter before?

[And yonk, if you don't want to drink he'll take care of that for you.]

[raavashing]

[Wan let him have it.]

Yeah, I have. I just wasn't sure. None of them are carrying water right now. I didn't know if they could.

[profiteers]

Hey! Yeah you, in the otter-penguin suit!

[Very elegantly getting the waiter's attention.]

A glass of water for my friend the lightweight, here.

[raavashing]

[Hey!

...it just tastes funny.]

Thanks. But you didn't have to insult his outfit.

[profiteers]

Who said it was an insult. I happen to love otter-penguins.

[raavashing]

[An eyebrow raise.]

It sounded more like you were making fun of it.