Chariots of Fire Are On Their Way

[hellfire_empath]

The American Museum of Natural History was set ablaze with lights and the mingling scents of exotic flowers perfumed the cool evening air. Brooke Wyngarde had put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into arranging for this soirée, and she was going to be damned if anyone was going to ruin it for her. After all, this was to welcome Stephanie Shaw da Silva and Marcelo Alencar da Silva back to Manhattan and, most importantly, receive them as a newly wedded couple.

Thus, Brooke had pulled out all the stops. Everyone who was anyone who knew the Shaws or the da Silvas had been invited (though Brooke had also dutifully chopped some of the more unsavory names off of her list). The food was a delightful blend of American-Brazilian-Spanish fusion. The cocktails were some of the most popular ones from Brazil, and only the finest Spanish wines were served. The music was live, big band-style stuff, because this was not some hideous high school Kiss on the Lips party. 

Brooke herself, being the hostess of the event, may have gone just a tad bit overglam when it came to her look for the night, but then she was certain that she was going to be gracing many a society page the next morning.

She needed to look great, and she certainly did as she stood next to the entrance of the Arthur Ross Terrace, receiving guests for the cocktail hour which would precede that night's dinner, directing them towards the guest sign-in book, the gift table, and everything else. 

She hoped, she prayed, that everything that night went off without a hitch.

After all, the supervillains only crash the weddings of the A-List superheroes, right? 

Comments

[pyroprincess]

Stephanie had to admit that Brooke had outdone herself. Everything, to put it simply, was perfect. The food, the wine. It was both something that the upper crust of New York could appreciate and something that spoke to her and Marcelo as individuals. It had required going through a large crush of eager well-wishers, though, for her and Marcelo to meet and properly thank their hostess.

"Brooke!" Stephanie finally managed to catch up with the party's enterprising host. "It's perfect. Thank you." She felt positively radiant, wearing the dress that her aunt-in-law had made for her in Brazil and looking happier than she had in a very long time. "Truly."

Hopefully Brooke had nothing against being hugged, because it was happening, regardless.

Security

[symkarian_princess]

Nika has called in every available person to work the reception short of calling her mother's team for assistance. Lisa was monitoring the additional cameras in the truck. Fin was stationed inconspicuously outside. (Possibly with Gina sighing over him. Nika wasn't sure if that was a wise move yet.) She had called in her niece and nephew to work the interior of the party. Aiden was behind the bar as a bartender. Hana had the option of waitressing, mingling, or sticking to the shadows. Others were throughout in places the museum would let them go.

The da Silvas had been great clients before, and Nika was trying to keep it that way. She was aware of the bounty on Mr. da Silva's head. Being a mercenary afforded her a channel to underground information.

She'd adjusted her normal fashion choices enough so she didn't stand out like a sore thumb. It was at least not her normal goth-like or corset-heavy wear. She still managed to keep her normal college-campus level amount of weaponry on her body. Also, she had a hard to see earpiece in to keep her connected to every person working tonight.

"Let's hope for a quiet night, everyone. Status?"

Unexpected Visitor

[ngm_miscellaneous]

While Brooke greeted guests, she may have gotten a slight sense of deja vu. One old society woman seemed to have gone through the entrance twice.

The first one through slowly made her way toward the newly married couple. She had mixed into a small crowd before pulling away and heading toward the intrigue.

The Party Goes On

[hellfire_child]

After the business with Selene was concluded, and Alistaire had sufficiently mingled, he let his escort/bodyguard have a wider berth.

He approached Brooke Wyngarde. "Could I have the pleasure of a dance with the lady who put this evening together?" He extends a hand cordially; the one without the ring.

[light_as_a_rock]

Eva knew she was tempting fate, wearing a white dress. She'd already gone phantom once, when she saw an obviously tipsy guest teetering her way with a glass of red wine, but fortunately, none had spilled. And, white really was her best color.

She smiled and made nice with all the rich people wanting to network with a Worthington, and tried not to steal glances at the clock app on her phone.