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]

"I've never thought of doing that before." He was impressed. "Though I don't think it would have worked half as well for me in any place I've been to before coming to Republic City."

[prettyinhandcuffs]

"Guess context really does matter," he said with a laugh. "Me, I've got some high society buddies back home, so I've poked my little backstreet nose into these sorts of things already. Sure comes in handy."

[raavashing]

"I might have to get some more practice at this if Nabu wants to keep dragging me to them," he grinned back. Not that expected she would. This was a favor being returned for the one she'd given him in raiding that warehouse the week before.

[prettyinhandcuffs]

"Heh. Lucky me, I'm usually guarding someone when I get dragged to these fancy parties, which means I get to help myself to the free food and don't have to spend too much time rubbing elbows with the rich and look down their noses at the poor sorts," Duo said with a nod towards some of the finer dressed folk. "I swear some of them can smell if there's a low class intruder sometimes. Or maybe it's a breath of fresh air among their perfumes that they notice."