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Miscellaneous NPC account for NextGenerationMarvel ([personal profile] ngm_miscellaneous) wrote in [community profile] nextgenerationmarvel2013-01-31 06:44 pm

A Charity Gala to End Whatever Important Thing

New York City high society had been absolutely buzzing over this April's charity gala by a certain Mr. Tony Stark. It was seen as exclusive, or as exclusive as his 200 person guest list could be. Some invitations were a given, like Tony's daughter Alexa, whereas others came from what the party planners figured as the right people to make the party memorable or talked about.

The charity event was for the charitable arm of Stark Inc., Stark International. Despite being for charity, it was also seen as a good way for businesses to be seen and network.

The event was held at the Hudson in the Library and Private Park space. It would comfortably fit the people into its 2,600 Square Feet.
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[personal profile] wateronthebrain 2013-02-12 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Frost? Erin picks that up as she tries breaking away from a conversation. Huh. Good to know one of the Frosts is in New York. If her Mother taught her anything it was to at least learn names.

She doesn't want to care. She just wants to get through a family obligation with little fuss.
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[personal profile] encyclopediaofcrime 2013-02-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Stella just waits for Tina, looking pleasant. She thinks she spots an ambassador's daughter over there, word is she may be a mutant. But that's all just filed away.
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[personal profile] notmadeofglass 2013-02-18 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Well. She'd gone longer than she expected without being recognized. Tina's lips curve into a smile and she looks first at Stella and then at Norman.

"Hello, Norman."
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[personal profile] legacy_of_evil 2013-02-20 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"You look lovely, of course. How are you doing this evening?" he asked.

"You remember Stella Cicero, my assistant, don't you?"

Norman's phone beeped and he took it out to look at it. He nodded.

"Ladies, I'm sorry but I have to take this. I'll be back ASAP." he said, heading toward the men's room.
Edited 2013-02-20 04:39 (UTC)