#cc.event

[disruptedlogic]

OPEN STARTER || EVENT 001.

this was the last place that ariya wanted to be. some kind of masquerade ball for once again, something she had no interest in. if she wasn't a level i, she probably would have found some lame excuse to not attend and spent the night alone. technically speaking she was still spending her night alone but this time she was in too tight of a dress while the person she kind of wanted to come to this lame event with was on someone else's arm. even more of a reason not to be here.

grabbing a glass of champagne, she leaned her back against the bar. taking a few sips from the glass, she let her eyes scan the crowd of masked faces. everyone in some sort of disguise helped ease her nerves slightly. she tried to tell herself she wasn't looking for a certain "couple" in the crowd but she would be lying. why had talia agreed to come with him of all people?

lost in her own thoughts she hardly felt the person come up next to her at the bar. "sorry, i wasn't paying attention. i can move over if you want."

[fatalled]

— ROULETTE. WHEN: the grand opening of anderson laboratories. WHERE: the open bar. WHO: open to all.

How he got back here is a pretty easy guess — why he's staying back here is anyone's guess. ( a breather, a break. He's been dragged, it feels like, from here and back and all over again in the very few hours he's been here. Tonight has not gone to plan, to say the very least. ) A towel is slung over one shoulder, the white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up past the elbows with a few mysterious stains he isn't focused on. Tattoos spot across his forearms, a patchwork of styles and designs mingling with the scars & wounds from a life lived running. He's lost his tie somewhere between that here and there — sorry, Kenji, but you're probably not getting that back.

The mask remains, however. This is what separates him from the actual bartenders. An inaccurate skeletal dog head — wolf head? He asked for a dog but it looks more like a wolf? Is it the ears? — covers half his face. His shirt opened, the top few buttons having more or less ripped open to let in a little air, reveals the tattoo wrapped around his neck — a meticulous lines detailing the accurate muscular and skeletal anatomy of an opened throat. A map on where to dig your teeth in if you get lucky.

Hiroji is not feeling lucky tonight. He had a plan and then fourteen other fucking plans suddenly derailed his plan. It feels like the second he stepped foot in here, he's been running. He just needs a job. He just needs to do something. Everything can sort out itself out later. "Alright, what can I get you? I don't know what they have and I don't care but I can probably find it and make whatever you want."

[ofblitzd]

aiyana moreno : ( blitz ).

grand opening gala. full lewk here.

[vstrcl]

THE GRAND OPENING ( OUTFIT ) HARU LEE

[forunholy]

malee chanthara ( basilisk ) — grand opening event

[firefightertj-archive]

Open for anyone.

TJ took a deep breath and focused. He was not about to think too hard about what was just said. Or what has happened to him to get him to this point. Or the possiblity his brother could may as well knew this .TJ might be a cerberus agent but he was also a firefighter. For TJ that comes first and foremost. TJ slipped on a the red windbreaker and gathered as much water as he could. He passed the water bottle to the person and sit near them. Just distract the person long enough to get them calm and hydrated.The rest can come later

"You ever heard of the Montreal Screwjob?" He asked opening his own bottle to take a sip of water.

[viillaincoded]

i have to get out of here. it was the only thought running through his head through during andersen's speech, yet jackson stood stunned with the rest of the crowd. the world was frozen for a second before pandemonium broke. he remained stuck, too panicked to kick into action. instead, he felt their agitated buzz in his stomach, his chest, his head. a tickle in his throat, and he was coughing into his hand, practically unnoticed in the chaos. after a few moments, there sat four yellow-jackets, who seemed to almost be looking at him expectantly.

"this cannot be happening," he said to himself hoarsely. jackson closed his hand over them, gently holding him against his palm. directed desperately at the person closest to him, he said, "this—that can't be true, right?"

[agentbilliard]

mathsenseisenyoyi posted for the first time in a while featuring the president of @iridescences the agent lucidity fan club.

[herbrokenmelodies]

𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝟘𝟘𝟙 : 𝔾ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 …

Oh, I know how to feel, I know that love exists It's asleep with the fishes down in Atlantis Oh, my Lord, where's my soul? How did we end up like this? Fast asleep with the fishes down in Atlantis

[donewithflare]

𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝟘𝟘𝟙 : 𝔾ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 …

‎‎ ‎‎‎I am not a woman, I'm a God I am not a martyr, I'm a problem I am not a legend, I'm a fraud...

[disruptedlogic]

ESEN SAHIN. EVENT 001. THE GRAND OPENING.

[fatalled]

— WITHER. WHEN: the grand opening of anderson laboratories. WHERE: we're mingling, darling. we're networking. WHO: open to all.

Hadrian keeps a dark, weathered eye on the crowd. The tick, tick, tick of the muscles within the neck stretching to flash a smile to the unconscious glide of their fingertips across the delicate ribbon that held their masks in place. A nervous crowd, if ever he saw one. The music weaves itself through that tension and ah — a fine waltz. Dmitri Shostakovich, if he weren't mistaken ( and he rarely is. ) written that lovely key of C minor. Perhaps he was among ... company. The gowns, the glitter, the fake rosy laughter — the beauty of it all.

& even more interesting, the hidden identities of hundreds of EOs. Imagine that power — imagine what they could do with a hand to guide them? He had it on good information that many of them were agents from Cerberus. He knew most of them by face — but the added mask added a little fun to guessing game. He wonders how many secrets he can find out, how many little dropped words, how much he can take. How many more would be able to guess Wither from the curling horns of the devil in the pit of his own mask? Movement out of the corner of his eye distracts him from his thoughts.

"Oh — careful, darling." Hadrian is quick to reach out and grab a hold an elbow before everyone suddenly topples over. Dresses and drinks and shuffling feet rarely went well together. He steps within that open space to give them something to hold onto. "That could have been very bad. Are you alright? They didn't spill anything on you, did they?"

[rubixscrewed-archive]

Harvey/Rubix Grand opening outfit plus commentary on mathforums (.) com

User URSCREWWED Once again all of you have failed to solve my problem. And you all yourselves statiscicians and experts in probability....pathetic By the way the answer was Probability = 4C3 x (13C1)3 / 52C3 so put your i use fabonacci number excusations way user fabonaccihater4568 Anyway be fortunate I have to go to this event for a client to do some calculations. So you're not geeting your weekly problem maybe use that to remember your Rule of Complementary Events you know the basics. Anyway this is Rubix over and out Views: 10,000 Comments: 5,000 Top comments: Fabonaccihater4568: Thats what a liar would say Cardina12: Sir this is math forums dot come (MOD) Mathwhixard: Congratulations you're the most pretentious user in this forum, and thats saying something

[swtnsourkisses]

Nerves. is all she could feel upon receiving her gaudy invitation to the gala. she expected nothing less all things considered. The knowledge that they knew of her― classified her as an EO― was an incursion of her privacy. Forcefully they thrusted her into the spotlight; not for her work; or development in space science that she helmed. But rather what she could do with these unnatural abilities. For six years she kept a tight lip of her new, skills. The last three she delved into what she could do― how powerful she could be. It scared her- no person, no mortal should have this kind of dominion. How odd to hate the very thing that saved your life. her attendance was begrudging on. her part, dawn in white from head to toe she snatched up a champagne flute quickly. Emptying the contents about halfway finally feeling the coil tight in the pit of her stomach loosen. Her breathing labored. cautious eyes found a cursory gaze behind a mask and she offered a tight smile. " It's warm in here. Though I suppose chugging alcohol would exacerbate the heat," she said fanning herself with her clutch, trying to cool the overheated skin of her collarbone. Breathe Marion, just breathe.

[forunholy]

hanbin park ( zeus) — grand opening event

[somehazydaze]

ㅤ Kiki, do you love me? Are you riding? ㅤ Say you'll never ever leave from beside me ㅤ 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya ㅤ And I'm down for you always

Headcanon, he had one airpod in and is listening to his own playlist since he hates classical.