sirenspull_logs | [Couple's V-day Log] A Night to Remember; OPEN

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[Couple's V-day Log] A Night to Remember; OPEN

Who: Your Host, The Guests, & St. Cupid
When: After Sirens. 9PM and onward~
Where: The Grey Line, Reserved Dining Hall & Grand Ballroom
Summary: XEMC/AGI Valentine's Day couples' party, fun, dance, etc. for your enjoyment! Dine, romance, and dance the night away. Be warned though, not everything is as it seems. <3
Warnings: Put them in the tag line, ladies and gentlemen~ (Note: The chocolate, wine, and some of the desserts are laced with aphrodisiacs, but ultimately the potency/effects shall be left up to the discretion of the player.)

There's a ladylove or beau in your life you are aiming to please; You seek to prove your love, obtain their affections, or have them swooning off their feet by the end of the night. Or perhaps your intentions are less than pure…Either way, you know this, of course, because you've chosen to bring them here. The Grey Line is an elegant restaurant whose very atmosphere is a recipe for romance, and tonight, everything your special someone needs to have an evening solely dedicated to passionate desire between the two of you will be provided for, to enjoy at your leisure.

Tonight is going to be perfect. Tonight is special.

Let the siren's song of love overwhelm you as you enter; open the doors, and walk inside.

The staff will greet you as an old friend, and take your coats, their friendly smiles a gentle contrast to the elegant decor around them. There's a feeling of euphoria which flows gently through the air, basking all those who attend.

And why shouldn't there be? The very design of the Grey Line is a masterful one, the modernity and sleekness lending to its natural beauty, played up by the fact that the structure of the restaurant itself is set into a shallow bay, with wall to wall glass windows in the main dining room which allow for the majesty of the ocean to be seen with the coming of the tides. By night, underwater lighting installed in the rocks outside attract a strange array of monstrous sea creatures.

You'll be lead back into the grand ballroom and placed at a table of your choice, a live company of instrumentals set back on a higher tier in front which overlooks the dining area.

The colors from the City bleed from the sea with the tide sweeping up the sides of the glass, bleaching it a deep aqua color.

Quiet awe overwhelms you as the soft illumination descends and caresses the faces everyone inside, giving them a soft, gentle look that adds to the undercurrent of tranquil calm.

Now, you're ready. Seated, you can observe who else is here with you, or bask in the ambience of your surroundings. Baskets of wine and chocolates are set at each table, along with a centerpiece of roses.

"Anything that you desire on the menu, sir, madam? Please, order anything you like. Compliments of your host."

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[He'll be mingling about the party but for the most part he's not going to advertise his involvement, though perhaps he'll stand out if only for the fact that he'll be one of the only ones here not accompanied by an escort of some kind.

If you catch sight of him he'll be in this snazzy little number: a princely coat of dark blue velvet, and gold rose brocade with accenting colors.

Go ahead and bother him.]

[Francis is dressed to the nines; instead of a traditional black-and-white tux, he's opted for a dark gray tux, with a white shirt, and underneath a pink vest. The tie itself is the same pink, though instead of the patterned texture the vest has, it's smooth pink silk, with thin, diagonal gray stripes to match. Only Francis would be able to wear pink and somehow miraculously get away with it.

He'll be seen in the company of mostly two people tonight, one male and one female - the first a young girl that he seems to have brought as his "date", the other one of the Xino E. Mao staff who just happens to sport a mullet. Whatever the case, when he's not around those two, he'll be more than happy to chat it up.]

[Riku shouldn't really be here tonight but Raul said he'd take over for a while. He figures he can slip away...if only for a small amount of time. He steps out of a Corridor in the hallway where he won't be seen, dressed in a suit for the occasion. He doesn't think he'll need a date, either, especially when he catches the eye of any Xino E. Mao employees. They'll speak with him and give him an excuse to look busy.

For now, he surveys the room and heads inside to mingle and look occupied, even if he's already casting his senses wide to find the Nobodies.

They're not escaping his notice.]

[A message had been left on Himawari Kunogi's message machine earlier that day. Short and sweet: Wear something nice--n-not that you don't always look--Nevermind. Let's go out tonight. By this time he had been only a number of outings with the younger gal... but none that were so committed that there was any way to deny that it was more than just platonic. He had to face it, one does not just go out on Valentine's.

Unless they were forever alone.

If he was going to do this, he'd go all out. As cheesy and Hallmark-cardy as he could. As soon as the sun began to dim, his car still running behind him, he stood outside Himawari's place, tailored in a black tux, bow-tie and all. Rough and tan fingers fidgeted with the strings of an old acoustic and strummed the the simplest little song, from his simple little heart. He hoped Johnny Cash would forgive him for being a bit out of tune. Nerve-racked digits showed he was clearly out of practice as he played and uttered along.]

♬The other night, dear, as I lay s-sleeping~ I dreamed I held you in my arms~ But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken~ So I bowed my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine~ You make me happy when skies are gray~ You'll never know dear, how much I love y-you~ Please don't t-take my sunshine a~way~♪♫

[ Though he isn't the actual host of this particular event, he is the one who pulled the strings and managed to get it sponsored. He says little of it, though, mingling and chatting with the guests and those who catch his eye.

He's an operator, the man in the pinstripe suit who knows how to work a crowd. Valentine's Day isn't really his thing, but every now and then, it's nice just to have a little fun. ]

[She arrived in a simple white dress with a low back and plunging neckline. Fred usually didn't get a chance to dress up, but she did love to do it. It reminded her of playing dress up since her life was often much less glamorous than this.]

So... what are we supposed to do here? Just... mingle?

[it's been a long time since Sam's been at anything AGI sponsored (at least by choice). But the desire to be anywhere but Merlotte's tonight, coupled with a promise of food, drink and entertainment, tipped his hand. It wasn't like there was a guestbook or you had to flash a badge to get in - he'd be just another regular in the crowd.

He'd even bought a suit for the occasion.]

[Tonegawa doesn't often wear black- it seems far too serious a colour for the image of intelligent vigour he'd rather portray- but he's made an exception tonight, and even found himself a red tie to match the theme.

It's as close as he would ever come to celebrating the day, however, since his focus is entirely on networking and he spends most of his time casually moving from group to group and person to person.]

[ yukari's never seen a room quite like this before; despite the fact that she feels impressed by its structure and the all-around expensive feel of the place, she tries not to let it show obviously on her features. while she does have company tonight (she wouldn't dare call it a date because heck, they've only known each other for a short while), it's not likely that she'll be spending the entire evening by his side. yukari is a social butterfly after all, even though this function is possibly a little too blue-blooded for her taste.

but that's fine. there's nothing wrong with having a little fun to distract from everything else! she's dressed well enough to fit in: a baby pink halter-top dress with a knee-length skirt that flips out. she'll be making the rounds with people, not hesitating to say hello or engage in small talk—except when it's time to sit down and spend the evening nomming and talking with her company.

[Edgeworth's mood is far from a good one. Still, he's here, and he's trying to keep a relatively low profile. His suit is a more standard one than he usually wears, plain black with a tie, and he doesn't dance or mingle or anything of the sort. Instead, he just watches - takes note of who's here, whom they meet with, whatever he can see. The possibility of "fun" is rather out the window, but he might yet find this gathering useful.]

_{[While everyone else mingled, Demyx was keeping to himself near the glass to observe both people and the sea life outside. Under normal circumstances, he'd be out there chatting it up with people he either knew or didn't know, or hell--even purposely bother a few folks from work. This was a little different than the last party, though. Being a Nobody, he felt a little 'out of place'. Sure, he had a date and all that but it didn't shake the foreign feeling off of him.

On top of that, he didn't exactly know how to dance properly. He did know one or two ballroom-esque dances, but other than that he actually felt like a fish out of water.]}

[Elaine Belloc kept things simple -- Wearing no jewellery and a short, black dress. She had promised Mary to drop by the Underground and she was there too. It was a perk she did not have a real body and her mind ran into several places.

This was another she chose to take form into.

She took a seat and proceeded to scan the menu, pretending she didn't know the contents already.]

[Luxord is somewhat less interested in this sort of party than others, but like the gambler he is, he hides it well. Today, he's dressed in fairly simple suit, and by all appearances he seems to be quite content as he makes his way through the crowds, making various sort of small talk as the needs arise.

If he's come with someone, it certainly isn't immediately obvious, but he doesn't much seem to mind anyway.]

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Your Host. [Open]

Open, especially for Demyx and Jeanne~

open!

Bringing a date, open when they arrive~

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For Chuck

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