Party time and more [Action]

[idkmybffalfred]

[In a ballroom at Central City.]

The auction was done and a hefty pile of wealth had been gathered to help pay for the reconstruction of Amestris in the wake of the devastating undead invasion. All that was left at this point was the after party, and EVERYONE has been invited. The majority of the party has moved to a huge ballroom, complete with an in house orchestra, several tables of light snacks and drinks, a large dancing area, tables around the edges of the room, and servants with trays of drinks making sure no one goes long without a glass. Brag about your newest acquisition, seeth with jealousy at the guy who bid more on the piece you wanted, enjoy fine food and drinks from across the empire, get drunk, dance, have fun. Mr. Wayne is footing the bill tonight.

[Elsewhere, later that evening...]


A dark figure edges close to the tall wall surrounding the manor belonging to the mysterious man known only as The Major. It produces a grappling hook from under its cloak, and is perched atop the wall in short order to get a better look at what it has to contend with here.

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Elsewhere

[genuine_human]

The dark figure would notice that while the Major has agreed to send out some of his men to help guard the auction, there are still fair amounts of Teutonic-styled knights to deal with. He would notice that there is a guard standing by just about every row of windows and two guards standing in front of the entrances. He has the option of entering through the windows on the higher floors, but he may or may not notice shadows moving behind the glass.

The men are all quite well armed.

[unleashthefuhrer]

Flanked by a few soldiers, Bradley was admiring a rather nice tea set he had acquired. The advantages of having a high soldier presence in the auction for security purposes and most certainly not to keep an eye on the playboy millionaire who had decided to unexpectedly rain benevolence on Amestris was that he could have his men scope out the best goods and advise the Fuhrer on the good stuff.

[fox_of_sawayama]

Despite making a career of organizing gala events for the Emperor's court, Mitsunari had always felt ill at ease as a guest at parties. Without an army of waiters and chefs and other servants to command, he was left making awkward small talk with the other attendees. He recognized most of the faces in the crowd - they were the Amestris courtiers and commanders who had opposed his promotion to governor of Sawa three years ago. So Mitsunari stood in the corner of the room, nursing a glass of champagne that had long since gone warm, as he warily eyed the other partygoers.

[king_of_flames]

[Roy is there, dressed not in his uniform but in the finest suit he owns. He's just trying to enjoy the occasion. For a little bit, he's got a glass of red wine in his hand. The rest of the time, he's looking at the goods and being social.]

So, my place or yours?

[excellenbrowning]

Excellen had been chosen to attend in Arturia's stead, and she was not one to disappoint. Dressed to the nines in a gorgeous red dress, she kept her hair down, long honey blond curls framing her face. She held a wine glass, still surprisingly mostly full (she was on her best behavior tonight, after all), taking to watching the party happen instead of being the life of the party. Well, yet at least.

[genuine_human]

Wherever there is food, the Major is sure to be there as well, indulging however he can. He's sitting down at a table with a plate of most meats that the caterers have to offer. The man preferred those over most of the other food groups anyway. With steak, duck, tripe, and sausages with surprisingly, a little bit of sauerkraut, decorating his dish, he eats to his heart's content with a glass of champagne just next to it. But as he eats, he always takes the time to wave at those who catch his interest, say... people from kingdoms Amestris is fairly unfriendly with or those he personally knows.

Re: So, my place or yours?

[hair_dress_accent]

Kallen Stadtfeld was representing her father all the way out here... Much to her obvious chagrin. At least her dress was reasonable by most accounts this time... Still, she was notably avoiding the food and drink.

[i_shotfirst_too]

Indiana came dressed in a comfortable brown suit that while formal - stands out from the rest in the utter lack of ornaments or symbols of wealth or power - representing the University much to his displeasure. He shook hands or bowed as appropriate, thanking those who funded it, especially his expeditions.

He taken to grabbing some drinks to keep his calm - least he managed to win the bid on an old spice box that had little material value, but was a piece of early church history.

[singinghuntress]

What a fun place to be~. The music was threatening to sweep up the huntress in its beautiful melody! Rip had sat through the auction, not really paying much attention unless a gun came across the stage. At one point she even bet on an ancient musket only to be outbid.

As much as it annoyed her, she let it slide simply by reminding herself that her own weapon of choice was much more... entertaining.

Right now she was mingling, talking to some of her fellow soldiers and even dancing a step here and there. Her own outfit was just a simple military dress uniform with her army ranking displayed. Nothing fancy really, she was only a First Lieutenant. Barely importaint~.

Though, it was hard to believe that such an innocent looking woman was really in the military. She just seemed so nice~.

[noblemonster]

That night Victoria was rather curious about the people around her. Every chance she got, she used to mingle and get caught up on the politics of the age. Admittedly her own beauty attracted attention from some of the nobles there. For this night, she even updated her appearance, wearing a burgundy dress in one of the most popular styles of the season.

To a few, her name made them wary for some reason. As if they had heard of her before. Victoria would chat with them briefly before parting. The information she got from them had certainly been enlightening.

As for the auction, she had willingly donated a piece from her own art collection. An ivory pillar standing four feet tall decorated with iconography from a religion long forgotten since the rise of the church.

She was amused when it sold for a considerably high price. Now she just drifted, listening and chatting while holding a glass of red wine. Every once in a while she would take a sip and just.. smile.

[halfbaked_prophet]

The adviser for Mitsunari had arrived late as usual for him, quiet as a church mouse even with those staggeringly tall getas on his feet. He's dressed as a traditional noble of Sawa, a rich blue kimono with a subtle pattern of running hares with a black haori over it. Waka matches it with a courier's hat and veil and conceals his hair.

He's flitting from person to person, chatting amiably as he subtly nudges people to talking far more then they intended to.