2025-02-09 - Widow's Walk Date Auction - Auction

Artemisia looks like her headshot, but taller! in a pair of lilac blue laced platform boots that give her an extra few inches and compliment and contrast her pink satin mini dress. Her blonde curls have been carefully arrayed for the event and she wears a pair of earrings that look like black and white piano keys, which swing over her bare shoulders as she walks around with a 'Loves Labors' cocktail in one hand. She's smiling and bright, ready to meet her maybe-date for charity.

After putting in some bids himself, Benedict has availed himself of the beverage selection and gotten himself situated with a cocktail. To anyone who knows him, his ensemble of black on black on (okay maybe that is charcoal grey) is probably no surprise, given his favoring of the monochromatic. He's foregone a tie to complete his suit, the collar of his dress shirt open a button or two, effortlessly blending into the shadows with the ease of long practice as he scouts out the various attendees.

Shirley smiles as she makes her way to the event, and makes a bid on one or two people. She offers friendly waves to those she recognizes before she has to head off to work, she will peek back in when she takes her break. She was already running a touch late to clock into her work.

"Let's hear it for all souls! Whoo!" How many cocktails has Artemisia had? (One. The answer is one.) She giggles as she dances in place to the music, somehow managing not to stumble over her shoes as she passes by Benedict's shadowy presence. She's already made her bids for the the night, moving to admire the portraits of those up for bidding as she holds onto her pink cocktail.

Walking around the room, Hawthorne's long waves are down and styled with product. He's also wearing a brown plaid blazer with deep chocolate slacks and a white undershirt with a rich burgundy tie and pocket square.

His nervousness can find it's outlet in the drink he's holding, one of the cocktails that a server had recommended to him. Anxious fingers tap against the glass as he is present but working on the mingling aspect. With Arte's exclamation he looks to her, grinning and walks towards her.

"You look great." Glancing over to the table he then looks back to her. "You putting any bids in tonight or sticking to volunteering?"

Livvie swans into the event with her curly pink hair brushed back into a sleek bun hidden by a bunch of flowers, rusty red dress a backless Greek inspired boho number, as at home on the beach as it is an event like this. The weather outside may be chilly, but Liv is here on vacation. Summer vibes forever. She browses the headshots and details about the dates on offer, hands clasped behind her back.

She glances over when Lennox talks up the purpose of tonight's auction, that charity that'll benefit from the proceeds tonight. She pauses mid-browse to get herself a cocktail at the bar, something vibrantly red to match her dress. Whatever it's called, it looks a lot like a Kir Royale.

Declan is dressed rather smartly in a pair of light slacks and a light blue button-up. He's enjoying the gathering and doesn't at all seem to be fretting or worried over the auction itself. There's a few waves here and there to a familiar face, or a greeting exchange in greeting before he meanders elsewhere without a care in the world.

Sura gracefully walks into the auction looking around like a sugar-addicted individual in a candy shop. All the potential dates to bid on really intrigues her. Slowly she begins to make her way towards the bar, marking some of the bids along to order herself a drink.

Ravin is about a masculine presenting as he gets, tonight, wearing a black suit jacked covered in sparkles with a wide satin collar and a deep purple shirt underneath, along with black velvet pants. For earrings he just has small alexandrite studs. He saunters into the venue, looking around and gives Artemisia a wave when he spots her dancing, then goes to look at the profiles of the volunteers.

"Riv!" Artemisia greets Hawthorn delightedly, taking her free arm to wrap around him in a hug. "You look smart yourself, sir. I didn't know you looked so good without brambles in your hair." It's an affectionate tease. "I placed a few," she admits shyly, lashes brushing against her cheeks. Then Ravin is waving and she's exuberantly waving back, causing her to rock a little on her heels.

Michael has come dressed in a pair of dark red shiny suit slacks and a black button down with a matching dark red jacket that isn't his usual uniform that most would see him wearing around the park. It's a bold pop of color for a guy who usually goes for a more non-descript sort of wardrobe. Maybe someone else chose it for him. Either way, he seems to be entertaining himself with a glass of wine in one hand as he talks over near the bar with a couple of other attendees. For all that he may have seemed momentarily uncomfortable being up in front when he was introduced, he seems at ease now.

Jack turns out cleaned up in what looks like a nod to Steve McQueen. A tailored black suit has its lapels adorned with shattered glass as does the short collar on the white button up shirt beneath it. A quilted black leather waistcoat beneath with flair leg trousers, and a matte black boot with a chrome heel to bring the shine down. There are four rings today, one of which is a shaped bird skill in silver. Today's sunglasses indoors are the smoky black in the diamond shape that matches the pattern on the vest.

He's a far cry from his usual undertaker getup in this bar. "Now this is a good turnout. Magnifique."

Most of the time, the vacationer known as Trick is in the most casual of apparel, like hoodies and torn jeans, but tonight he's put on a bit of an effort. A three-piece burgundy suit is worn over acontrasting pale-blue shirt, the collar unbuttoned and lacking a tie. Cognac-hued wingtips complete the look, along with a blue pocket square. He swiftly collects a drink and scans the crowd, maybe worried about the septuagenarians he said he was afraid might bid on him like in the last charity auction he partook in -- or at least that's what he told Lennox.

The drink in hand, he nods to those he knows at least by sight -- which is not very many people, then moves close enough to Livvie. "I love your hair," Trick tells her, a hand reaching up to touch his own, as if she might know what he means by that compliment. "I've seen you at the hotel, I think, yeah?"

Being relatively new to the park, Lee is a relative unknown to a lot of the employees. When there is that many it takes quite a while to meet a small percentage, so they threw themselves at the auction in an effort to meet more people. As one of the people that are being bid on they we were from the start and have been lingering at the bar. Lee is dressed in a layers on top a maroon mock turtle neck, with a black short sleeve sweater over it, and black slacks with a small muted plaid pattern. Their long snowy hair is braided and pulled into a intricate bun, held in place with wooded hair sticks, bangs framing their face. The only jewelry Lee wears is the various earrings, hoops, studs, and an industrial bar, in their ears.

Leaning her head back at a familiar voice, Artemisia lifts a hand to wave at Jack. "Mr. Undertaker - is that McQueen inspired?" She asks with a broad smile. "You look great. Do you know Hawthorne?" She checks, introducing the man at her side for the moment.

Fin arrives to the auction solo, gliding in wearing a deep red jumpsuit made of a material that flows slightly as she walks. Initially, she had studied the portraits of the brave volunteers, reading the placards about each person curiously and with consideration. One photo seems to intrigue her, as her head tilts as she inspects it.

Her next stop, a drink. She opts for a lovely Cupid's Arrow in a martini glass. Sipping the red-hued cocktail, she makes her way to the bid forms to start the process. "For charity, right?" she says to herself, loud enough for anyone near her to hear.

The nickname gets a relaxed smile as he returns the hug and chuckles, "Thanks. Figured I'd try to look my best. Still can't believe I volunteered, but it's for a good cause."

Stepping back his free hand moves and almost runs through his hair nervously before he stops himself. Looking to the hand he debates a moment before finally deciding to just put it in his jacket pocket. Her answer about the bidding gets a nod, "Well good luck. Both on the bids and on being bid on. Hope you get the outcomes you want from both."

When Jack arrives and Arte makes introductions he looks that way and nods. "Evening." There's an awkward raise of his glass that seems to be more because he thinks that's what he's supposed to do rather than being a natural motion.

"Sparkles," Liv says to Ravin. "I like it." And wanders to look at the next portrait where she left off, drink in hand. She glances cross the crowd, and smiles noting several other people in the warm red family. "Very jewel-toned tonight," she says, eyeing Michael's suit, then pauses on the shiny glass on Jack's lapel, says in his direction, "Never thought this phrase would leave my mouth, but he looks like the best kind of wreck."

"Hot suit," Liv says to Trick when he speaks to her. "Yeah, home sweet home for a few weeks now." She turns to face Trick. "If you want a change in your," she says, nodding to his hair, "The salon here's very good. Not that I'd change yours. The blond suits." She lifts a hand to him and says, "Livvie." She smiles spotting Finn's red jumpsuit and says, "February's in the air."

Ravin flashes a grin at Liv. "Seemed the night for it. I'm trying to decide who to bid on. Any suggestions?" He then pauses to look Trick over. "Very nice suit, yes." He looks back to the profiles again.

While he still was not entirely sure how much interest he might garner, Neville nevertheless felt inspired enough by the cause to throw in his proverbial hat.

Now that it came to being within the the event itself, he was even more unsure. Briefly plagued by doubts gave him some pause, but Neville had not shied away from a role in his life and was not scout to start now.

He strides into the room with a voluminous coat that fit the ambiance and could be used if he needed to offer some dramatic moments.

Not that THAT was likely.

Trace spots Fin and immediately gravitates over toward her after she's finished making her bid, giving her a little elbow-bump and a grin. He's dressed a little more casually, but he's here to bid rather than to be bid upon. He has on a pair of black jeans and boots and a dark red sweater that seems to almost match her jumpsuit. "Girl, one of us is going to have to go home and change," he teases as he settles in next to her, clearly joking.

Sura orders herself a Sabai Sabai once she reaches the bar and looks around with a smile as more people arrive. Excitement echoes in those dark eyes as she looks at everyone gathering for the charity event. Once her drink is delivered, she picks it up and begins to walk towards the bidding table with a smile that matches the excitement in her eyes.

Jack looks around for his roomie who is not here yet but offers Hawthorne a hand as Arte introduces them, "Have not had the pleasure yet. Jack Daws, officially." Unofficially he doesn't say what but he does stick with the stage name for now. Shaking his head Jack says "I'm here to throw money at a good cause and interesting people. Am excited by the turnout. This is good for the little old people."

Turning a flash of a grin to Livvie he says "I accept this as the best of compliments from a woman that very clearly has exquisite taste, thank you. Michael, you look fantastic. The red is very fond of both of you."

"I've been pink before," Trick tells Livvie with a grin. "Thank you, though." To Ravin, he lifts his glass. "Nothing compared to yours, Ravin. Like a whole constellation, you are." He grins, then looks to the headshots and bios. "Is everyone else an employee? I feel a bit like a poser, trying to hang with the cool kids."

He's about to say more when he sees Fin, and he tips his head curiously, like maybe he's trying to place her, like she's out of context here in this place, just as Trace speaks to her.

"We definitely are sharing the same palette, some of us," he asides.

"Jack does the dueling pianos show, he's fantastic," Artemisia enthuses to Hawthorne, clearly fond. She smiles as they shake hands, taking a sip of her drink. "I feel like I should have gone red," she jokes as the blonde in a pink dress. And blue shoes.

Liv nods from Ravin to Trick. "I'll always bid on someone who can rock sparkles or wine colored suits." She nods to Trick because his portrait is one of those up on the bidding displays. She doesn't offer up whom she's bid on, but inferences can be made easily enough. She watches Trace go by, also in red. "This might be my favorite month of the year."

Liv drops in the tiniest curtsey to Jack at his reply to her compliment on his wardrobe.

"I'd like to see you in purple," Liv say to Trick. "I haven't seen many of these people in the resort, so maybe they are." She scans the crowd again, slower. "A couple of drinks should solve that feeling," she says to Trick. "And if it doesn't, it'll solve the caring.

There's an instant and easy smile to Trace when he gives her the elbow bump. "Oh hey, Trace!" She looks him up and down, then down to her own outfit. "I think we both look spectacular. Twinsies on the color choice!" Well, his sweater at least. "Putting good bids in? Do I need to wonder who?" She stifles a small giggle by taking another sip of her drink. IN her periphery, she notices Trick looking at her. Turning her head slightly, she gives a small, sly smile and lifts her drink in a hello to him.

Polishing off the last of her glass, Artemisia looks a little flustered as money amounts are announced. "Gosh." Then, she looks at her glass. "Goodness. I finished that too quick, it was delicious though. Excuse me while I get another," she says, slipping into the crowd.

At Jack's introduction, Hawthorne smiles and offers his free hand. "Nice to meet you. Officially," he adds with a grin.

Then, Arte's bragging on Jack has him lofting an impressed brow. "Oh yeah? That's awesome. I'll have to check it out sometime. That takes a lot of talent." The announcement has his attention going to the stage.

"Oh thank goodness. That takes care of my fear of not getting bid on," he admits with a chuckle. A nod is given to Arte as she goes to get a drink and he looks to Jack. "I'm glad they were able to raise so much money. It sounds like it was a really successful evening."

Ravin winks at Trick. "Well, now I have to bid on you,just to make you feel included." He does, though, finish his circuit of the profiles and go put in a couple of bids. "I suspect my budget is not up to winning any bids I'd like, but maybe I can secure dates the old fashioned way some other time."

Michael takes a breath and then moves away from the people that he knew that he was speaking to and braves the crowd, making his way out into it and toward a number of people that he doesn't know. Putting on a smile that he hopes is convincingly relaxed, he greets the little cluster of people that includes Livvie, Trick, and Ravin and whoever might be immediately around them. "Evening. Hope everyone's having fun."

"Purple hair, or purple suit? Or both?" Trick says with a grin. "And thanks. If you win me, I'll wear whatever color you like." As far as drinking to care less, he laughs and takes another pull of his drink.

"You're a peach. At least we don't have to stand up at the front and hear people talk about why we are or aren't worth the price," he tells Ravin, then tips his head to Fin when she waves hello. "I see a blast from the past I should say hello to. Does, uh, anyone know her? I forget her name..." That little flush comes over his cheeks at that admission, just as Michael walks up.

"Hey. Trick," he says, offering his hand for a shake, and then the same to Livvie, since he hasn't introduced himself, and anyone else nearby.

"Of course," Liv says, "In well-dressed company with a bar in such easy reach." She pauses to sip her bubbly red drink. "How could we have anything less than a fantastic time. Especially with a little competition in the mix. Pretty smile." That last bit's for Michael, and then Livvie's giving Trick's hand a squeeze at the intro, and taps his wrist with her fingertip. "You do look a little familiar. Have I seen you high diving like a lunatic off a cliff somewhere tropical. On socials." She lets him go shortly, smile lingering while her eyes scan the crowd before she turns her full attention back to those gathered nearby.

She asides to Trick, "Just call her beautiful until someone else says her name." She hides her mouth with her glass, so the lady in question is less likely to see her mouth moving when she says those words.

Jack says to Hawthorne of the review of him given by Arte, "Is one of the things I do around here but one I enjoy. You should come on out." Of Hawthorn's predictions he chuckles, "You see the future? I'm going to need to talk lotto tickets with you later. The park is always generous with charity."

Taking a sip of his drink he says to Ravin, "I cannot imagine you ever having issue with that. You look still fantastic. Caught the show the other night. We need to steal you for a set sometime."

Ravin grins at Jack. "Oh honey, you are allowed to steal me for a set any time I don't have other obligations. Just let me know when." Then he nods to Michael. "I'm Ravin, it's a pleasure to meet you. And yes, the evening has been delightful so far, even if I do expect to get outbid. I suspect they'd get more if we knew what the current bids on each person were. You can't decide to dig that tiny bit deeper if you don't know that you need to."

At the question about seeing the future Hawthorne lofts a brow. "No? Oh. I just mean they said the lowest bid is 200 and some people are bringing in a thousand so that sounds like a good evening to me!"

A drink is taken from his glass as he continues to look around at those gathered. Watching Jack and Ravin talk, he lowers his glass and offers Jack a smile and nod. "I think I'm going to go check on Arte. She seemed a bit nervous. It was nice to meet you though." Hawthorne is nervous. But Arte could be too! If nothing else he could use another drink so he makes his way to the table.

Charmaine slips in, cheeks flushed and hair a bit out of place. It looks like she might have run. It also looks like she was working? She's wearing a navy skirtsuit with a pink blouse and cognac hued leather pumps and belt. Her name tag is off, but the shape of it might be noted in one of her jacket pockets. A flash of a smile is sent in the direction of a couple familiar faces as she quietly makes her way to the bar to get a drink.

When Fin looks toward Trick, she also notices Livvie, whom she also recognizes, but for very different reasons. Leaning toward Trace, she whispers, "see that woman with the pink hair? You might recognize her from 'the pictures'." They were just talking about the wedding those photos were taken at at a recent get together.

After that little tidbit was whispered, she looked around the room a little more, searching for any familiar faces. She recognized some more than others, but she did wave at a couple of people. Trick gets another side-eyed glance or two.

The news that everyone has received at least one bid seems to bring a smile to Neville's face. Good money raised for a good cause. He makes his way towards the bar to procure a drink for himself, his eyes drifting over the crowd. Satisfied at the turnout, he then heads off to take a look at the headshots and consider his other 'dates' up for auction.

Trace grins at Fin and says, "I don't know what you're talking about," when she asks about bids. Though clearly he made one, so he's definitely fibbing, there. But his attention is drawn over toward Livvie when Fin points hero ut. "Ohhhhh," he says with interest. Then he notices Neville passing by and says, "Isn't that the guy from.. the space thing?" He may not be familiar with the show but he recognizes the man. Then he nods toward Trick and says, "You should go over and say hi," grinning at her. "Instead of just eyeing him." All mischief.

"Brilliant," Trick says with a laugh. "But now you'll all know that trick if I use it on you next." He grins, and nods at Livvie's query. "Probably. I'm @TricksterNation or @TricksPicks on a couple of platforms." He takes a bigger gulp that finishes off his drink, widens his eyes behind the rim, and tips his head. "I should go say hi."

So he takes a few steps away and toward Fin and Trace. "Hey, stranger," he says, to the former, and then grins at Trace. "Ans also, hey, stranger." Same word, different connotations.

"Mmhmm..." Fin murmurs with a mischievous grin and another sip of her drink. Neville walks by and Trace's question brings her attention to the man. Squinting her eyes, she is a quiet a moment, considering. "Looks like him. Could it be?"

But when he tells her she should go say hi, a different kind of grin comes to her lips, and even a slight blush to her cheeks. She looks down a moment, then says, "he's just someone I used to know." She turns to look toward him again, but he's now Right There. "Oh! Hi." A slightly awkward laugh follows the greeting. "Trace... Trick," she says by way of introduction. "Uh... hi." she says again. So smooth. "I um, didn't think I'd see you here."

Livvie grins when Trick gulp of his drink and murmurs, "Good luck," when he goes to say hello to Fin. The smile lingers when she sips her drink, and steps over to place a bid. She double-checks some features and glances up, scanning the crowd, gaze lingering on Charmaine as she makes her way in looking colorful. She smiles and finishes her drink, then places another bid.

Michael lifts his glass to Livvie and Ravin as Trick heads off to greet Fin and chuckles a little at something he says, "I don't think I've heard anyone talking about whether any of the dates are worth the price yet. Hopefully everyone will keep it all in good fun." Though he nods to Ravin when he mentions wondering what the bids are on the individuals. "I'm sure there's a reason they decided to do it blind." If he knows what it is, though, is unclear. "A pleasure to meet you, Ravin," he says with a little more easy smile. Then he says, "I suppose I should continue mingling," and continues onward, moving toward another group to say hello.

Charmaine collects her drink and begins to wind her way along the set out headshots. Along the way, she gives a separate wave to each Trace and Hawthorne and Trick. As she sips and reads and sips and tries to get her curls to look less wind-mussed (entirely in vain), she begins to look less like she got dragged in by a cat and more like a person someone might actually want to bid on for a date. Eventually, she finds herself near Lennox, wondering, "Have I missed much?" Her cheeks dimple as she smiles and explains, "I had a... Very particular bride... to finish working with."

Ravin watches Michael go. "I now feel slightly bad about not putting myself up for auction, but perhaps next time this sort of event comes up." He glances around the room, attention landing on Neville, he moves in that direction, thought he stops to get a drink and add another bid on his way.

When Fin realizes Trick is right there, he stands very still like a statue, but his lips are pursed in a try-not-to-laugh sort of expression. "Hi," he manages, grinning, and glancing back at the group he just came from, then looking back. "Didn't expect me here, tonight, or like, here, here?'

He offers his hand to Trace at the introduction. "Alliterative pair we are," he says. "Do you two work here, or just travelers like myself?" Which answers the question as to what he's doing here, at least, before he turns back to Fin, brows lifting curiously. "You're doing well?"

Lennox shakes his head to Charmaine when she comes over to where he's comfortably settled on the stage with his microphone, watching the bidding and the mingling by turns. He gives her a chuckle and says, "Just mingling and bidding. No dramatics thus far. Which, in this particular case, I'm good with. Feel good vibes only tonight."

Trace looks between Trick and Fin and just grins, a broadly amused grin and says, "Hi Trick, nice to meet you. I'm Fin's roommate." He takes the offered hand and gives it a shake. "So it seems that we are," he says of the alliteration. "We work here. I'm in Pyrotech." He lets Fin speak for herself though, as far as what she is up to. "I'll leave you guys to catch up." He gives Fin a little wink and then is casually sliiiiiding off into the crowd to disappear into the festivities.

"Like, Here here. Spellbound." Fin explains but then gives a side nod of her head. "I should have guessed you might make your way at some point." It's been a popular place to visit on Social Media posts. "But, I.. You know, didn't."

"We work here. He's a pyro-..." But Trace answers for himself. "And well, I'm a photographer." That part shouldn't come as a surprise to Trick. She was on assignment in her previous job when she met him. Smiling brighter then, a bit less awkwardly, she nods. "Yeah! I'm doing great!... you?" Then Trace heads off into the crowd and she just stands there a moment, looking slightly surprised he would abandon her. After a moment of her mouth agape, she shuts it then smiles again at Trick. "So... long term visit?" She asks, gesturing to the portraits of those up for auction. She assumes he's here long enough for all that it entails at least.

Charmaine lifts her glass in a small, appreciative gesture toward Lennox for the update. "I'll do my best to keep from being the big embarrassing thing that everyone remembers..." She laughs and then turns back to the crowd, giving a finger waggle over her shoulder before wandering off to mingle. Uncertainty might be noted in her expression before she finds herself not far from Hawthorne. "If it isn't my favorite cookbook recommender. How've you been?"

Hawthorne stands by the bar, a new drink in hand as he takes a sip. When the minimum bid amount is announced he coughs a moment, playing it off by putting a hand to his mouth and clearing his throat after. 300. Everyone has been bid on. So that means he's been bid on and it's for at least $300!?

What an unexpected timeline he's found himself in. Just as he is taking another drink Charmaine approaches and he manages to not cough this time, but does swallow his drink a bit quicker than expected. Looking to her he smiles, "Oh. Hey. I've been good thanks. How about you?"

He then looks around the room, "I gotta' admit I've never been to one of these auction things...either at the park or out. It's pretty fancy. Also pretty generous from the sounds of it."

Seeing Charmaine's easily-spottable hair, and her wave, Trick squints a wink in her direction, before looking back to Trace and Fin. Fin. Thank God for Trace. "Pyro! That sounds amazing. You guys do a great job."

Fin's work as a photographer earns a nod of recognition. "Good to hear you're still at it, Camera Girl." That was probably what he called her when he first met her on whatever island adventure he'd been on at the time. "Was it Tenerife?" he asks, brows drawing together, and looking a little embarrassed for having to ask. "And yeah, eventually we all make our way here, right? Been here about a month. Trying to open myself up to the magic of the place, you know. So far it's not answering me." He lifts a shrug. "I'm going to get another drink. Either of you want?"

Neville continues to walk down the line, inspecting the head shots and descriptions of the others. He glances this way and that as bids are being placed, trying not to place too much focus on who is bidding on whom. Reaching the end of the line, he takes a long sip to finish off his drink, and then he places the empty on a tray. And debates heading to put up a new one.

Jack says to Sura, "Because people are people? I don't know. I like being pleasantly surprised though." To Ravin he says "Somewhere between you and Quincy I have a feeling all the interesting stories live. I'll find ya though." Jack loves guest spots on his set seems.

He heads up to the bar to look at Charmaine, her glass and gives a smile to Neville checking out the adverts on offer. "Friends, what is it we're drinking? This is a party and we've come to celebrate the bold. Allo I remember you from the hotel. How are you?" This to Charmaine specifically. "Neville you are joining us?"

"It's definitely a new experience for me, both attending and being bid on," Charmaine says, politely not commenting on Hawthorne's minor mishandling of his drink. "And I got caught up with a guest, so..." A gesture down at her attire. "I didn't get a chance to do the whole 'dress to impress' thing. Ah well." She smiles up at him and decides, "We're definitely all worth at least $300. So, good for us." Her gaze shifts, and after seeming to make some mental calculations about the best place to be, she awkwardly works on settling her short self up onto a barstool. She lives there, now.

When Jack approaches, she looks at her glass - still at least three-quarters full, as she just nursing the drink. "Whichever floral and fruity gin thing the bartender gave me. I forget the name." Her laugh is a touch sheepish as she admits that. "How's the night treating you?"

Peeling away from the adverts, Neville drifts over towards where Jack and Charmaine are chatting. "Certainly. I believe that I could use a refresher as well." He gives a nod towards the drinks in question, and then he gives a warm smile towards Charmaine. "I appreciate seeing your dedication to this good cause as well. No doubt, you will command quite a bounty." He offers a hand. "I am Neville. A pleasure to meet you."

Sura quietly just sips on her Sabai Sabai as she walks around, her dark eyes just looking over those present though she doesn't actually know anyone here personally. She offers a gently smile as she says with her strong Thai accent, "That is a fair point about people." As her drink is almost empty as begins to make her way back to the bar, finding and empty seat to gracefully slip onto.

Ravin spots Sura looking lonely and turns in her direction instead. "Hello, I don't believe we've met. I'm Ravin and you are looking lovely this evening."

"Don't they?" Fin is always a cheerleader for her roommate and a big fan of the fireworks shows. 'Camera Girl'. Fin smirks with the smallest huff of a laugh. "Close, Majorca." At least he was in the right country. Ish. "I was heading to Ibiza after." She reminds him then gives a look like he should have known that. "Crowded place. I never caught up with you there." It is said with a tone that hints she might have been expecting to.

She doesn't seem to hold too much of a grudge though. "A month? Surprised we are just now crossing paths." Also, not a surprise. It's a big place with tens of thousands of people walking about at any given time. "No magic, huh?" She was nearly finished with her drink. She looks into the clear glass as if checking that fact. "Yeah sure, if you're buying." Wink.

Jack says to Charmaine glibly, "The evening's treating me like I owe it money which I apparently dooo." He's in a good mood about it. Jack greets Neville, "It's been since that weird thing on New Year's Eve I think. Refresh with us.. You meet Charmaine, this is-" he looks to Hawthorne and wins in the remembers correctly game, "This is Hawthorne. This is new friend at the Bar, allo new friend." This to Sura. "Ravin, welcome back."

Leaning on the bar, light bouncing off the shattered mirror pieces of his lapel he slides over his card and says "This one over here, whatever is this fruit one on fare tonight.: He says of Hawthorne, Charmaine, and Neville with him, "They're already on auction. They've given time I'm happy to take care of the drink. You may need it. I have met people before. What a ride." Turning o the gathered he asks, curious, the wondering extrovert, "We nervous, excited, how we are doing?" The French-Canadian is not hiding his nosy side tonight.

."Charmaine," she introduces herself, offering a hand out to Neville, "As is... Obvious, thanks to the giant headshot over there. And you," Her smile widens a touch, "Are -the- Neville Chesterfield. What an honor it is to meet you," she dips her head respectfully. "My parents are going to yell at me for not getting your autograph for them."

She turns her attention to Jack, and the man's extroversion seems to be helping her be less in this social setting. "Oh, you don't need to buy my next drink!" Less shy, but still attempting demure. "I'll barely finish this one as it is," she insists. "I was much more nervous before I found out we all have bids. Now? Now I'm nervous and excited to find out who wins. Not just for me, but for everyone. This is a fun surprise!"

"Okay, I take it back," Charmaine says, "Color me nervous again!" The announcement from Lennox has her eyes wide.

Sura's lips curl into a warm, friendly smile as she smiles at Ravin, "We have not most likely. I am still a relatively new guest, I'm Sura, it is nice to meet you Ravin and thank you for sweet such kind words. You look rather dashing in your suit."

She offers to the rest of the bar her name, "Sura. It is nice to meet all of you." She listens as Jack speaks and eventually responds, "I am curious to see what bids I do actually win."

"Majorca," Trick repeats, with a slow nod, and then, "Ibiza. Yeah. We got derailed a bit, me and the gang, and ended up back in the states." He squints, looking off to where Lennox is making the announcement of the current bids. "I should have texted..." he begins, then adds, "I should, uh, add some money to the pot. Don't want to be called cheap. What are you drinking, and I'll grab you one when I'm done?" His brows lift, looking from Fin to Trace to include him in the offer, before stepping back and toward the bidding area.

Ravin grins at Charmaine. "Here I was trying to figure out how to ask for an autograph for myself, but I am manfully resisting." There's a flash of a smile towards Neville. "I shall attempt not to gush at you." Attention turning back towards Sura. "Well, you'll have to come to my show sometime, then. Hopefully my bids at least pushed the price up for some of the others. Though maybe I'll be surprised."

There's glad-handing and milling, a light bit of drinking as Declan smiles to the others that are near about. More and more familiar faces pop up and he's happy to greet them with waves and smiles.

Trace appears from wherever he ran off to and ends up back next to Fin just in time for Trick to offer drinks. "I'll have whatever you're both having," he chimes in after returning from perhaps making another bid, himself. He's all bright smiles as he leans in to Fin's shoulder once Trick is out of earshot. "Soooo.. are we bidding on him tonight? Did I hear that? Majorca? Ibiza? I need party stories." Maybe not right now, but at some point.

Charmaine's comment gets a grin, "Yeah. It's definitely weird being bid on. Better than my fear of being the only one to not get a bid though."

Seeing Jack again Hawthorne nods to him. Then, looking to Neville as the man joins them. Sura gets a glance as well and Jack's introduction of Hawthorne's name gets a nod, "Like he said. I'm Hawthorne Rivers. Thorne. Or River...I answer to anything really. It's nice to meet everybody."

His goal of leaving his suite had been a success. Look at him. Socializing. It's terrifying. As the update on the bids is announced he's glad he isn't drinking because he would have coughed again. "That's a lot of generosity. I'm glad the event is doing so well. Like Charmaine said, here's to all the volunteers being worth at least $300," he says with a laugh and then raises his glass in a cheers motion.

"I promise. I wasn't shattered." Fin is wearing a smile. See? She was just fine. "Honestly though. We'll always have Majorca." Even if he can't remember much of it.

She hears the announcement and her eyes go big at the price some have raised. "Shit. Looks like I might not get the dates I wanted." At least, if she was hoping for one of those that has reached ten thousand. "Oh, It's called the Cupid's Arrow. Pretty tasty." Her glass still has a blackberry and a scant bit of red liquid at the bottom.

Once Trick heads off and Trace is back, teasing her, she laughs. "Yeah. I did. But sounds like some of these are well out of my price range." She glances after Trick and back to Trace. "It was just a... we met when I was working and. It was fun. That's all."

Jack says to Charmaine, "Well I promise you either way it's not going to waste." He will keep going with it. A grin brightens to Trace, "Heeey Trace, good to see you out." He leans back and looks at Lennox and hisses, "He's the devil. I love em. Lennox you are the best enabler, brother. Bless you." He pulls out his app and drops a change on his bid.

Looking to Hawthorne he says "We appreciate what you all are doing, trust me. It takes a lot of bravery to step on out and say you know there are lonely little old people. I'll go do something about it. Not a bad gig. We should have him do another around Halloween to raise candy for people."

Neville laughs as he hears the auction bids going up as large as they do, and then again at Charmaine's reaction. "I appreciate your courage in doing so. It can be quite something, between worrying about who might win and also if no one wins." He takes the drink and gives it a sip, nodding in approval. "Now, you say that as if you have already failed at obtaining my autograph. If they are fans, please tell me of which, and I can record a message or greeting that you can send them if you would like." He gives her a wink. "Anything that can gain appreciation from parents, of course."

He looks towards Lennox and gives a smile, before attention returns to Jack. "It is a good evening, and a good cause. I am glad that I was able to be a part of it."

Sura smiles as she says to Ravin, "I would to see your show, when is the next time that you are performing?" She flags down the bartender to order herself another Sabai Sabai. She smiles as she listens to Neville generosity with a personalized recorded message to Charmaine.

Charmaine laughs and grins at Ravin, then she turns to Neville. "Would you be so kind as to do an autograph for my dear friend, here? I don't know their name, but I assure you, very dear friend! It would mean so much to the both of us," she says brightly, happy to throw in for someone else than ask for one selfishly. His good humor about her parents earns another smile. "I will certainly catch you later, when it is less loud, and take you up on that. Thank you so much."

She looks over at Sura and introduces herself again. "Hello, Sura, you've placed bids? I hope you win one!" She studies the woman for a moment. "You're a guest at the park, right? I don't recognize you." She sips on her drink and makes an attempt to introduce some people. "This charming fellow is Hawthorne, another homebody like me. I feel like we might have nearly dared each other to do this. And then... That's Trace, and Fin..." She trails off there, shrugging slightly.

"10K? Feeling way less hopeful about my bids, now," Dylan remarks from just behind Jack, finally catching up. "I might hafta go ask them all out the old fashioned way. The world is cruel." He doesn't actually sound that bothered about it. He's in a cerulean indowestern suit, geometrically and thoroughly embroidered thigh-length jacket over a plainer, similar-length mandarin-collared top with tarnished silver buttons down the front, each with line of embroidery to one side giving a just slightly military-uniform feel to them. The slim matching trousers are almost an afterthought. He's also got a bright pink drink with sugar on the rim and a few raspberries trying to decorate what remains of it.

The smile he turns on those conversing with his roommate is equally bright. "May you all be bought for 10K," he greets those he recognizes from their headshots (or prior meetings -- he does know a lot of people), and adds to the ones who weren't presented, "...well, not all. Unless you want to be."

Ravin comments to Sura. "I have a mid-afternoon and an evening show tomorrow. Over at the amphitheater. And more times through the week." And then Charmaine is asking for an autograph on his behalf and he laughs delightedly, blue eyes sparkling. "Ravin. And obviously this is just a matter of meeting and immediately becoming good friends. I need to think if I can bid anymore, but I just moved so finances are a tiny bit tight right now."

"But of course." Neville turns to Ravin and gives them a smile. "A fellow performer, no? I would be happy to sign anything that you wish, but perhaps we could find some time to connect and chat. You can tell me which of my roles you appreciated, and I can share stories of backstage." Then turning his attention back towards Charmainel, nodding in agreement. "I am easily found, and would certainly make some time for you." He glances over towards the headshots, and quips, "If my residual check had come a week sooner, I might have been jockeying to bid on you, but alas."

Trick goes to collect three more drinks after adding some $$$$ to his bids on a few different people, and he makes a circuitous route back to Trace and Fin that brings him by a few others. "Fin!" he whispers to Livvie. "Her roommate I think is an angel and said her name before I had to awkwardly fish for it."

As he passes Lennox he salutes the emcee of the night. "You doing all right, Captain?" he asks, with a grin before he makes his way back to the red-clad Trace and Fin, giving them each one of the Cupid's Arrows, and saving the third for himself.

"It's hard to know what to bid. I could afford one large bid, or several smaller bids, but if I make all the smaller bids, but I gotta make it to the end of the month when my ad revenues and allowance come in," he says. "Speaking of not expecting to see people here, I see a couple of people I know from New York on the list. Saint and Enzo." He turns, to peer through the crowd for sight of either, but comes up empty. "Small world."

Trick's eyes widen, and he puts a hand to his mouth as if he's said something scandalous, but his eyes crinkle with mirth after a moment. "That's probably poor form to say in here -- references to the big D."

Trace gives Fin a purely innocent smile and says, "Mhmmn." But he is mostly teasing. When Jack calls out to him he lifts a hand and waves. "Heya, Jack." He takes a moment to just take in the crowd around them and laughs a little bit at Dylan's well wishes. "Well, I'm not up for bid but I won't complain if someone wants to give me 10k. I'm sure I could find a good cause to add it to."

Has Trace ever been called an angel before? He doesn't hear it this time to let it go to his head. But he does accept the Cupid's Arrow when Trick returns with it with a grateful smile. "Thanks," he says, then asks, "You know Enzo and Saint? Angelo and Dante are here, too. Well, in the park. I'm not sure where they are presently. Probably mingling.. somewhere."

Jack assures taking the new new drink, "Friend, I think the big D can handle it." He isn't from Detroit or Disney and really hasn't been to either, but Jack can advocate for whatever tonight. To Trick he says in earnest, "The big D knows its value and knows it is appreciated and enough without being competitive about it." He pauses, "And then there's New York."

Hearing His roommate's voice he turns to Dylan. "I don't know I'm there yet after the art auction last month. Royalties only work so fast." He reaches up and pats his shoulder, "Couple people little whales swimming about. Remember we still have to buy for that registry."

He says to Charmaine and Sura, "Friend of ours didn't get married in Vegas. Allegedly. So we're making her a registry and getting something off of it in case this is all a grand fabrication. What is something ridiculous you would think should be on there?"

"Not sure it's bravery on my end, but...it's definitely something." Regret? Too soon to say. Just drink your second drink, Hawthorne it'll all be fine. Familiar faces always helped socializing be easier.

As Charmaine talks about their shared introvert trait he looks to her. "I'm having fun and refuse to let my anxiety tell me otherwise." Taking a drink he looks. Oh hey time for number three. Looking at the themed menu he instead chooses a, "Elder Sage Cocktail please."

He looks back to Charmaine then, "So other than building up the courage to attend this evening's event, how have you been?"

Sura smiles as she looks to Charmaine and answers, "Yes, I have, a few actually. I may be a little greedy but it is for a good cause, so why not be? I won't be telling who though, that ruins the fun. But yes, I am a guest, a new one. I have only been here maybe a week? I perhaps a little less. But, I am going to be staying for an extended period of time."

Her attention is back on Ravin as the showtimes are mentioned and takes out her phone, opening up he organized notes and adding Ravin's show to her things to see at the park list. "I will be at one of your next shows very soon."

Livvie, now with drink number three, gives Trick a thumbs up. "Works every time," she says with a laugh. And then she almost chokes on a sip at something else Tick says, and excuses herself with a cough. While she's wandering past the bar she snatches another drink, unattended, and walks out to the other room two fisting the refreshments. Minesweeper at its finest.

"Richard the third," Ravin says without hesitation to Nevilla. "Though the charms of Commander Dumas and Stregnalthalon are not lost on me, but I am a theater kid at heart and Shakespeare always calls to me. Though possibly also when set to modern music. A little Brush Up Your Shakespeare or Sing For Your Supper. And I am at your disposal for theater chat." Then he smiles at Sura. "I'll be sure to look for you."

Charmaine beams at Ravin. "We will have to find a time to grab.... tea? Coffee? I'm usually only in such large gatherings because I'm the mastermind behind them running so perfectly," she brags a little. "I'm much more of a behind the scenes person." She turns to Neville, keeping that bright smile for him, too. "You're much more approachable than I would have ever imagined. What a night!"

She then turns her attention to Trick. "Buying up all the dates, are you? Oh, no, perhaps it is Sura?" She gestures to the other guest. "The guests are generous, this evening, which is quite heartwarming." Jack's mention of not getting married in Vegas has her brows raising high. "Can never go wrong with candles? But, something utterly ridiculous to put on a registry? A crystal dinner bell."

To Hawthorne, she turns on her barstool some to face him better. "Busy. This is the time when -all- the summer brides are flooding me with their needs, and we're booked -completely- solid. Not even a spot on the wait list! You could quiz me on table linen colors and I might fall over."

A deep nod of appreciation to Ravin. "Well, I am pleased to hear that. And yes, I would be more than happy to meet up with you. Perhaps I can offer some perspective on your art form as well, the mix with the music." Neville gives Ravin a warm smile. "I am relatively easy to find, and have plenty of free time."

"Probably. Hit some of the same parties now and then, though I've got a couple years on them. Fun family," Trick says with a grin, then glances over at Jack. "Just a little joke at their expense. Notoriously pretty strict about copyright infringement, the Mouse." To Livvie, he adds a very innocent, "Careful, there, Pinkie."

He knows what he said.

WHen Charmaine turns to him, he laughs, and shakes his head. "Not all of them, and who knows if I'll get any of them. But a few have interesting offerings that my inner adventurer and my inner hunger are drawn to." He takes a sip of his drink, and gestures to her. "How are you, this evening? It's half your fault I'm here, of course."

Dylan lifts his glass to take a drink when Trick mentions The Big D, which is definitely not because it made him grin again and if you think you heard a snicker, no you didn't. "...I'm adding that to my list of aliases now," he asides quietly to Jack once he's taken that sip. "And I remember, vividly."

"Crystal dinner bell," he echoes Charmaine, brows raising a bit, "I like you. Good brain. I dunno if we can afford a crystal dinner bell but it's definitely going on that list."

Catching Charmaine looking their way then, Fin smiles and lifts a hand in a wave and a smile to Sura who they seem to be introducing them to."Hello!"

"Hey, thanks!" Her hand reaches for the fresh drink delivered by Trick. She holds it out to the others and says, "clink clink. Here's to a successful charity event and a happy Cupid's season to all!"

"Yeah," she agrees with him then. "I don't think my meager funds will be able to compete for most of these. Even if I don't win, I'll donate to the cause anyway though." She was going to spend the money on a 'date', why not just give it to the cause? But then he is mentioning Saint and Enzo and dark eyes blink at him. She's about to comment in surprise, but Trace beats her to it. "I am sure if they are all here, we'd know soon enough. They have a way of making their presence felt." She nods then. "Surely rubbing elbows somewhere."

But the 'small world' and mention of the 'big D' has her putting her fingertips to her lips and laughing. Lowering it then, she tsks at him. "Poor form, Trickmeister. Poor form." But she's still smiling.

Lennox gives Charmaine a little wink from the stage when she suddenly expresses her nerves. He leaves those working on the bids to hop down and go over to the bar for a moment grab himself a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap and taking a long swig from it, he grins at those nearby. "We all having a good time tonight?" Jack gets a little sly smile from Lennox as he says, "I do very much enjoy enabling other's happiness whenever possible." Which probably sounds strange from a guy dressed like Ebeneezer Scrooge's younger cousin's ghost.

Neville gets a loft of his water bottle when he comments that it is a good evening. And to Trick? To Trick, he says, "I am doing quite well, really. I get to unite money and fun with people who need it. It could certainly be worse."

Sura laughs softly before she mentions, "I didn't submit to be auctioned, though, I somewhat wish I had. Would be curious to see just how much I would indeed fetch. Though I will admit, that Crystal Ball dinner sounds mildly intriguing. Does that mean dinner and a seance?" She seems to also enjoy watching to conversations, smiling sweetly as she listens to the one currently between Neville and Ravin.

She looks confused as she hears Dylan say a dinner bell and lets out an airy laugh, "Oh! You said dinnel bell not ball dinner. Sorry I may have gotten a touch confused when translating in my mind. That would be a rather expensive bell though, depending on which crystal company you use to make it for you."

Ravin laughs. "Well, then it seems like even if I don't end up winning any dates at the auction, I have managed to start filling my social schedule anyway." He grins at both Neville and Charmaine and pulls out his phone. "Let me get your information and we can figure out times and places. Or I can just look you up in the directory, which I keep forgetting is a thing."

The response from Charmaine gets a chuckle, "So don't choose tonight to finally answer my years long question of 'What is the difference between sea foam green and sea mist green'? Got it." He shakes his head, "I definitely don't envy you on that front. I'll stick with plants. Less dramatic. Unless you're talking about a Peace Lily. Nothing peaceful about those."

Seeing her talking with others then he takes a drink from his new beverage, listening to those conversing and glancing as Lennox approaches the bar. "It's a wonderful event. Thanks for hosting everything. You're doing a great job."

"The whole point of a registry of for -other- people to buy the things," Charmaine says to Dylan. "Fun fact! Some of our guests come here because they had family pay for their honeymoon in place of a traditional registry." The wistful smile of a hopeless romantic settles onto her features for just a moment, but she shakes her head and chases it away with a sip of her drink. She gives Sura a reassuring smile quickly after. "Translating is always prone to go wrong, sometimes. I think you -should- have a ball for a wedding, with all the crystal. I happen to know someone who can make that happen. Just not this summer."

She seems to be much more relaxed than when she arrived, but when Hawthorne mentions colors? She lifts a hand to her throat, clutching metaphorical pearls. "You've done it, you've mentioned colors, oh no..." Very dramatic. Leaning in, she lowers her voice and tells him, "Sea mist is more gray."

"I have a card, actually." Because of course Neville does. He draws the card out and hands it over to Ravin. "You can use any of these means to contact me, whichever is to your preference. I should be accessible at all." He takes another glance over towards the bids, and then nods. "If you will excuse me..." He takes a casual stroll over towards the headshots.

"Yeah, but the registry isn't for us," Dylan replies to Charmaine, gesturing with his nearly-empty glass, "I mean, Jack hasn't even proposed yet! So we of course need to buy something for the lucky probably-bride. I'm just saying, probably not the crystal bell. Although I guess if we do get outbid on everyone, we could up the trolling budget a little. In theory. But it's an absolutely stellar suggestion for the list." A brief pause. "Love your hair, by the way. And actually a crystal ball could go in too. Who knows when you might need to contact the spirits before dessert?"

"Definitely good work," he agrees with Hawthorne, nodding to Lennox. "...incidentally, any particularly good ways to bribe you? Asking for a friend. Just for random curiosity's sake."

Ravin takes the card and tucks it away along with his phone. "I'll contact you soon. And only brag a little to my cosplay friends." The comment about colors gets a laugh. "Yes, it depends on the exact brand, but usually sea mist is less saturated and thus more gray. Also often more matte, instead of glossy. I promise not to try to make you plan a wedding this summer, though."

Lennox studies Dylan for a moment and then offers a lazy sort of smile. "That depends on what you want to bribe me to do. My rates are variable. And high."

Then he lifts his water bottle to Hawthorne and says, "Thank you for participating. Definitely appreciate the support." Then to those others gathered nearby -- Sura, Dylan, Ravin, whoever isn't a volunteer, "And to the bidders, and their generosity." Then he pauses, "That reminds me."

"Hopefully the 10K is going toward Enzo, big spender with a trip to Paris in that bio," Trick says. "I'd consider it but I was just in Paris for the summer and am in no hurry to go back." The look he casts into his drink is a far cry from his usual sunny smiles and crinkle-eyed merriment.

He does clink-clink his glass when Fin holds her glass out, then takes a long drink of it, before giving Lennox is attention, and nodding at the new announcement.

Charmaine slips a card to Ravin before she forgets to provide some contact information, and then she smiles at Dylan once again for the compliment on her hair, "Thank you!"

It was slow going, but she does finish her drink and sets the glass on the bar. "Oh!" Lennox's comment about converting bids draws her attention. "Do that for me! Please? I suspect my small bids may not have gotten me very far, but I do want to support the charity."

Stifling a yawn, she hops off the barstool with a click of her heels on the floor. "I hate to be late -and- leave early, but tomorrow is another busy day! I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the night, and I'm sure I'll see you and talk to you all again soon."

"Peace lilies aren't peaceful?" Fin asks to Hawthorne, overhearing what he says to Charmaine. "Then why are they named Peace Lily? False Advertising..."

Trick's comment about the 10k has her tilting her head and looking at Trace with eyebrows arched. Though her words are for Trick. "Right? I almost bid on him just for the trip. But then, A, I know I wouldn't have won and B..." By now her eyes are back on Trick and she shrugs a little. But his look into his drink piques her curiosity. "What happened in Paris, Trick?"

Ravin takes Charmaine's card and gives her a wave. "May you have fun whoever wins your date. I look forward to chatting with you." He glances towards the announcement. "I'll have to consider converting some of it after seeing if I win anything I bid on."

There's a mock triumphant smile as Charmaine sites the difference of the colors.

Bringing his drink close, Hawthorne says in a low excited tone, "I knew it!" Taking another drink he nods to Lennox at his response. "Absolutely. Glad to help especially for a good cause."

When the option for donations is announced he makes a note to do that. Now that the anxiety from socializing has subsided it is time to have anxiety wondering...who bid on him?

Sura simply only emits airy little giggles at Trick's words regarding Enzo, perhaps showing her hand a little bit, so to speak. Her new Sabai Sabai is sipped on as it arrives while she smiles happily.

Trace just looks back at Fin with her arched brows and arches his in return, a little smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "How do you know it isn't the famous actor guy?" He nods toward Neville. "A chance to date a genuine celebrity who is willing to not only go on whatever date you like but play a whole role for you from one of your favorite fandoms? I bet he's pulling in 10k."

A little late, but better than never, Savvy slips into the venue once many of the bids have risen well out of her price range. She still grabs a drink from the bar, wandering a long on high platform heels and an A-line dress with double slits and a deep neckline. No jewelry, but a lot of ink. "Where are we on the bids..."

"Maybe it's like a Trojan horse," Trick says of the peace lily. At Fin's question about Paris, he just shakes his head. "Nothing important," he says, in a way that suggests something did happen there, and it was important, at least to him.

His gaze shifts away, and he sees, then chuckles at Sura's little wave. "Good luck."

Trace's comments draw his attention back, before he looks to Neville. "That could be interesting. Think he'd do Leia in her..." surely he's about to say slave costume, but his smile perks up again, "general outfit?" Beat. "Hot." He takes a sip from his glass and smiles, beatifically.

As some of the folks that he was speaking with found their way out, Neville drifts over in the direction of other conversations. He spots Trick and Trace looking in his direction and decides to meander over in their direction. At the very least, he can say hello, and perhaps it could juice some of the bids. If not, it is a good conversation perhaps. He offers a hand in wave as he approaches. "How are you doing this evening? Are you enjoying the affair?"

"Could be!" Fin admits to Trace. "Just... you know..." She drops it there though. Look, she's not going to give him TOO hard of a time at such a big event. "Are you a fan of his show?" She asks. "What scene would you..."

But Trick's comment about Leia grabs her attention, causing her to laugh and roll her eyes.

"Oh, yeah. The kind that lures you in then bites your head off or something." She nods to Trick. "Good point. Good point." As for Paris? "Hmm. Maybe you'll tell me some day."

Neville comes yo to them then and she smiles, giving the man a wave. "Very much so. You?"

Ravin strolls around the gathering again, sipping his drink and just people-watching for now. He does come up behind Trace and note, "I could probably manage Leia's general outfit. I'll have to think about that."

Trace just shakes his head and smiles as he lifts his drink, taking another small sip and glancing around the room, almost as though he's looking to catch sight of someone but can't find them. Then Neville is approaching and he straightens a little bit, offering a smile in greeting. "It's been a lot of fun," Trace admits. "I like a good cause and this is my first real event like this in a while. I'm used to going to things like this with my family, so this is kind of a refreshing change. It's very generous of you to offer yourself into the auction. I'm sure you get a lot of attention around the park already as it is."

Fin and Trick get a little bit of a glance back and forth at the dancing around Paris going on over there, but he's not going to call attention to it, especially since Ravin is appearing behind him. He jumps just slightly and says, "I'm sorry?" And then he laughs and says, "Oh.. the.. I think it was Trick who was excited about potential hot Leia." He offers a hand though and says, "I'm Trace. I don't know if you've met Fin, and Trick, and this is Neville, and .. Sura? I think? I caught at some point." He's pretty sure he heard her name correctly but looks apologetic if not.

Savvy leans forward to peruse one of the bid offers, reading each of the dates thoroughly. Her drink's something deep purple, goth-leaning, garnished with some berries. It's probably fruity, a little tart, and certainly boozy. "Does that say a trip to Paris?" She leans in, then drops a free hand to her hip. Fully moving on to the next bid. Paris gets mentioned in anything, that means the price is probably black card levels of fun.

"Oreos," she reads with a grin, and then moves along, occasionally commenting on something, smiling at this or that. She walks past her own portrait up there. She knows what that one says, "Good luck," she says to her roomie's portrait, and then on down the line. Seems her contribution will be time, not money this go around, at least not a bid. Still, doesn't hurt to look and learn a bit more about each person offering the same. She slides a little red envelope out of her top and tucks it into a donation box.

Hopefully that was a donation box. Otherwise the suggestions for the bar just got a tip.

Now that Trick hears Neville's voice, his mouth drops. "Oh, shit, you are a famous actor," he says, reaching out to shake the other man's hand with a few enthusiastic pumps. "I thought they were just being kind of tongue in cheek. I've totally seen your stuff. Amazing to meet you!"

Ravin's voice from behind earns Ravin a grin and he snaps his fingers at the sparkly performer. "You could absolutely rock that look, too, Wordle friend." He's about to say something on the heels of Trace's comments, but then Savvy comes gliding through and he watches her, amused at her commentary and then the dropping off of the donation, before looking back to the others.

Fin's offer to listen finds in him a small smile accompanied by a headshake. "Boring sad story, Camera Girl. No one wants sad stories from me."

Jack looks to Dylan at Charmaine's suggestion "I'm really on for this bell thing. We're going to Traverse City tomorrow. Somewhere has to have one." He looks back to Dylan and says "And Jack has no one to propose to. We are not in a rush to do that again thank you. I'm not the one that went to Vegas. When I am you can give sme gifts to harass me."

Leaning back he catches Lennox's announcement, "That is good news. Yes yes we will all be proportionally more broke tomorrow. This is a beautiful thing. Even with the cookie scouts there's always a way to donate direct." Leaning back he waves a hand, "Fin, you look amazing. When you are free I owe you a hug. Is nice that you made it to this side of the camera."

Sura zoned out for a moment as she was sipping her Sabai Sabai and looks around to make sure she didn't miss anything, offering an apologetic smile. She finishes off the drink and pushes it away, deciding no more refills, for now at least.

Ravin shakes Trace's hand. "Ravin. Pleasure to meet you. I've met Trick, but not Fin. Neville and Sura I met earlier tonight, though, of course, I've been a fan of Neville's for years. I must admit, I just heard the comment as I was passing by and didn't quite track who'd said it."

"Oh, are you a tailor? Costume Designer?" FIn asks to Ravin then smiles as Trace says her name in the list of introductions. "Nice to meet you." She nods to Trace. "Yeah. Sura. Pretty name, isn't it?"

"Did someone say Oreos?" Fin looks around as if she missed spotting that snack.

Fin's gaze settles on Trick for a moment. Her lips slip to the side slightly as her expression softens. "Maybe your followers don't. But I'm not a follower. I mean, I do follow you still but.. anyway. As you wish."

"Who is going to Vegas to get married?" she asks to something else she overheard before seeing it was Jack and he is complimenting her. Her big smile returns and she opens her arms, one with a drink in it. "Bring it in! You look great too!"

"What, you're going to go there to marry someone else? Cad," Dylan 'accuses', the tone far too casual to really earn the label. "I'd throw my drink on you but apparently someone drank it all." He eyes the glass. "I should fix that. While the bar's still open. And okay, I'm down to see if there are any literal wedding bells we can find in Traverse City, why not." He lifts the empty glass in a toast to Lennox's announcement, and flashes Fin and co a grin as his roomie goes over for the hug, but slides over toward a more serve-ish bit of the bar to make good on his stated intention.

Sura's cheeks lightly flush as she asks, "What is this about my name being pretty?" with an intrigued smile which echoes in her eyes. "Also, I like those oreos things, I prefer the ones with more of the filling though than the regular ones."

"I said Oreos," Savvy says, wandering over to drift along into Fin's proximity. "But I was reading from a card. I don't any actual oreos, babydoll, I apologize for getting your hopes up." She smiles at that, crimson-tinged lips parting to flash a pearly smile. "You look lovely. Not just saying that because of the color. Partly the color. It looks fantastic against your hair."

She looks up to the stage and nods. "Well, good deeds done." There's a kiss blown to Lennox for good measure, and then she says to the group, "Looking sharp." She's looking at Dylan when she says that, nods when he goes for a refill, and then considers the party as it looks like it might begin winding down after raising quite a lot of cash for a very good cause. "I'm gonna go bum a smoke off somebody before the winners are called. Who looks like they smoke good cigars..."

Jack chuckles, "Absolutely never, Dylan." He lifts his glass to Lennox's announcement, notices it's too empty, and sets it down and opts for the full one that he ordered that Charmaine has not even gotten to yet and lifts that instead. With a smile to her he says "See? As promised."

He takes a drink and says to Dylan "I will...be back for that. So if you steal it...I will be very proud." With that he walks over to the much shorter Fin and gives her a hug with a bright grin. "Careful, the lapels are maybe sharp. Love the look, doll. As always so good to see you." To Savvy he says "There's a little 4' something man named Quincy. He's at that end in a purple tailcoat. He's got you and if you're lucky a good story with it."

"You don't follow me that well if you didn't know I was in town," Trick says, with a teasing grin to Fin. "I'm not mad. There's so much content out there. Hard to break through the noise." And he can't be mad, given that he apparently never showed up after promising to see her in Ibiza.

Lennox's voice pull his attention that way, and he offers some applause to the good news. At Savvy's query, his hands turn toward his own suit, and he pats himself down, as if he might have some cigarettes or cigars on him, and shakes his head. "No smokes on me. I'm going to go to the powder room, friends. Be back in a jiff."

"It is pretty," Trace says, both in agreement with Fin and to Sura when she ntoices them talking about her. "Hi, I'm Trace. I work in Pyrotech," he introduces himself, since it seems rude not to, especially when he was introducing her a moment ago.

Ravin gets a grin, "Love the sparkles, the purple and the black together." He takes in the coat and the outfit for a moment.

"Wait, someone's getting married in Vegas? And there's a cookie table?" That's what oreos means, right? This is very quickly getting out of hand. Someone might end up needing bail by the end of the night the way this story is going. He then tells Trick, "You should come by for dinner sometime, since you are in town."

Ravin says, "Only a costumer on an amateur level. I enjoy a bit of cosplay at conventions," Ravin responds to Fin. "I'm a singer and actor and sometimes dancer most of the time." He even does brief jazz hands, just for Trace. "I do like to dress well when I can.""

"Thanks, doll," Savvy says to Jack, with a little flourish of a bow. She scans Trick when she sees the move he does, checking those pockets. "Alas, blue eyes. We'll meet another time," she says to Trick. She smiles to Trace, "Pyrotechnics improve every party." She can wander off and still be social as she goes. It's a mingling special.

"Darling, Quincyyy," she calls, wandering over in the direction Jack indicates. She points to double check, and then continues on. "We stan a short king. Let's go have a smoke and storytime." So there goes the wall woman in heels to use a man for everything he has in his pockets. Maybe she'll find another one outside, drinking a bottle of something expensive, with a mind to share.

Sura's flushed cheeks remain for a bit as that smile also stays while she says to Trace, "It is a pleasure to meet you. What exactly is pyrotech?" she asks with genuine curiosity. At the mention of weddings she decides to get another Sabai Sabai from the bartender after all!

Jack says to Fin, "Ravin's got a following brewing. Before you know it you'll have merch in Fabricadabra." jack jazz hands back and says to Trace , "Not me. I am not the one that did Vegas wedding. Diana left for a week to Vegas which everyone knows means wedding casino, roller coaster, annulment. Youc an do that in five days. She sayds is not true but as there was drinkign involved one cannot be too certain. So we're making her a registry and getting her something off of it as a welcome home present or just-in-case super prepared wedding present she does not have to slit 50/50. The rule is it must be ridiculous."

His hand rols in a circle, "And this is how we," he gestures to his roommate and himself, thank you Dylan, "do welcome home dinners. If you want to leave and come back we can get you some napkin rings you will never use."

Fin gives a finger wiggle wave toward Dylan before he runs off to get another drink.

"I like any Oreo," she replies to Sura. "Oh, except a lot of the funky flavor ones. I like you know... Oreo flavored Oreos. Well, the lemon ones are good too... and the one they did with poprocks in were kind of good and interesting." She's gone off on a cookie tangent. Someone reel her back in! She tsks to Savvy with a playful pout. "I guess I'll just have to raid my stash when I get home." She shoots a thankful and bright smile towards the woman. "Thank you! You too!"

"I'll be careful," she says to Jack, leaning in for that careful hug (both for the lapels and to not spill her drink on him). "Love your look too!"

"I said I follow you.. like, I didn't unfollow you. I... don't look at social media much. Just... a little, so unless its right up front on my feed..." It's her way of apologizing to Trick maybe, for not being more up to date on his happenings.

Ravin gets a smile and a returned jazz hands gesture because... jazz hands. You can't not jazz hands! "Well, you look brilliant today!"

After Trick excuses himself, she looks at Trace. "Did you just invite him to our place for dinner? You're cooking... right?"

"You know the big fireworks shows that go off over the amphiteatre by the castle? That's pyrotechnics. I work on the crew that choreographs, sets up, and launches the shows," Trace explains to Sura when she asks. Then he grins over at Savvy and says, "Big sparkly booms always make a party better." Though when Jack explains that it was Diana that went to Vegas for a week. "So was there or was there not an oreo related wedding? Oh well, I guess as long as there are presents.." He shrugs. He doesn't know Diana.

"I do like some of the funky flavored Oreos, too. The mocha chip ones are good, lemon, mint,.." Trace starts listing off Oreo flavors. When Trick moves away and Fin gives him that look he says, "What? Yes. I did. And yes, I am. Cooking. That reminds me I need to see if Ari still wants to come over to learn how to make lasagna."

"It's fine. I was teasing, CG," Trick says to Fin with a grin. After worrying about not remembering her name, and having it bestowed on him like a gift from the heavens, he certainly doesn't seem to be using it. Trace's offer to have him come by for dinner earns him a bit of a 'you sure?' sort of expression, but he gives him a thumbs up before he does, in fact, disappear to the bathroom. Or at least in the direction thereof.

Sura mentions to Fin, "I have only had traditional flavored Oreos myself. I am somewhat curious about the other flavors though now. Another thing to have the concierge get for me." One of her tamer requests. She looks back to Trace as he explains and she lights up, "Oh! I love those. That is very impressive. How long does the practicing take before everything is good to go?" She gets out her phone and pulls it up once more, this time opening a list that says 'Things to have the concierge get for me' and she adds flavored Oreos and the flavors she is hearing discussed before deleting the separate flavors and typing in all caps 'ALL FLAVORS' before she says the note and rests her phone on the bartop for now.

Jack concurs, "Lemon Oreos win. Also, no but that doesn't mean Charmaine cannot tell us who to talk to about an Oreo theme party." He looks pointedly to Charmaine and winks. "Okay I need to put in my last bid before I have to call my agent about it." Looking back to Trace and Fin, "We should team up on a cooking night thing. I think that would be fun. We even let Dylan cook and I am not dead yet. Haven't seen Colt in a moment." He looks to Dylan suspiciously of their courier roomie that's got all the weird shifts. Mmhmm.

Ravin comments, "Sadly, many of the flavors are seasonal or limited edition. I think they have the lemon, mint, and peanut butter ones available year-round, now, though. Also the golden and the double-chocolate. There's honestly usually an entire shelf of just various kinds of Oreos, now. And they have the thinner crispy ones, too."

"And we all bond over Oreos. Talk about love being in the air." Fin smiles and takes a sip of her drink, then realizes it's about empty, so tips it back and eats the blackberry inside.

"Good," she says to Trace, simply. Look, Fin isn't known for her cooking skills. "If Ari comes over to learn how to make lasagna, that means your roomies get lasagna again, right?" She looks to Jack at the mention of Colt. "Neither have I..." She then eyes Dylan suspiciously as well.

Lennox makes his announcement and Fin lifts her now empty glass. "Good luck everyone!"