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[srsbznsmods]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: The 2009 Cervello Publishing and Media Awards.
WHERE: Namimori Cultural Center, main theater
WHEN: Sat the 21st, beginning arriving between 7PM and 8 PM
RATING: PG-whateveryouwant
WARNING(s): *insert evil character here* oh, also, Cervello

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[srsbznsnpc]

The festivities themselves had barely started, but Timoteo was already feeling exhausted. The old man, with the assistance of some of his aides, did one last round around the area before deciding that it was time to make a very graceful and timely exit.

...What he wasn't expecting, however, was the sight of Xanxus close to the exit. He pauses, wondering what he should do. His moment of hesitance, however, costs him time that could have been spent smoothly bowing out.

[srsbznsnpc]

In essence, he really should have expected that. That doesn't, however, ease the blow any. If there's one thing that old age has taught Timoteo Vongola, it's that one never really stops feeling pain, or stops hurting over particularly bad incidents or falling outs. One simply gets a little more used to it than usual.

"Timoteo, should we...?"

He waves his aide off.

"Let him leave."

[srsbarista]

Shouichi was standing by one of the white clothed tables reserved for the Millefiore, a red wine held in one hand as he gestured with the other. The man he was talking to, an investor, nodded sagely, like he had a clue as to what Shouichi was talking about, before excusing himself to go find his date. Shouichi took a sip of the wine and stepped back, leaning his ass against the top of one of the chairs. The awards nights were always a lot of talking, it almost made Shouichi wish he wasn't a department head or he could have engineered a reason not to go.

Shouichi looked around, and then checked the time. Did these events have to stretch on so long? He had coding he could be doing.

Though Shouichi had been sure to dress to blend in, he'd picked his best suit up from the dry cleaners that morning.

ooc: Gamma did it!

[justaskeikaku]

Spanner followed Gamma to one of the tables near the front, noticing that someone else had gotten there already. Shouichi Irie, was it? Looking at the hair and the profile at that 40-degree angle, it there was no doubt that it was Millefiore's IT head.

"Shouichi Irie-san," he greeted with a polite nod, pulling his lollipop from his mouth to say that clearly.

ooc: Gamma's so pushy!

[srsbarista]

Shouichi turned when he heard his name called. Ah, right. "Spanner, you came as well?" Shouichi glanced at the popsicle, and then at Spanner's outfit. Note to self, mention to Byakuran a need to ask if anyone at the Millefiore would need suits. Shouichi had assumed it would be obvious...

Ah well, Spanner was known for being eccentric correct? So was the Millefiore, so hopefully they would get by. Maybe the press would love it.

"And Gamma." Shouichi nodded at Gamm over Spanner's shoulder. Not a surprise to see him.

THAT'S JUST HOW HE ROLLS, BB.

[cueitup]

Gamma only nods in return, and then moves to regard them both.

"I need to get back to my patrol. Behave yourselves."

The blond man then leaves, without even bothering to check how they'd respond.

itt: brotherly love! or not.

[caffeineshots]

So, Belphegor came to the Awards with Squalo and Marmon. He dressed up as fancy as he could while still looking comfortable (meaning, he had on a slightly rumpled suit with the top buttons unbuttoned and his tie was loose). He had told himself that he would be spending the night with Squalo and Marmon, but at the sight of the bar, Bel excused himself and made his way toward it. When work piled so high, his preferred drink changed from coffee to alcohol. And really, with all the messed up deadlines that Xanxus kept throwing at him lately? He needed a very stiff drink.

yeah, or not.

[secretsofgod]

Jill didn't drink, as a rule. Not that he couldn't take alcohol; of course he could. He just didn't like the taste. Yes. Didn't like the taste. Even so, the bar seemed less crowded than the rest of the hall. If it wasn't just an illusion, the buzz of voices was less than everywhere else. That was a plus, very nice indeed

[caffeineshots]

Belphegor was drinking a glass of amaretto and scotch. It wasn't that strong, but give him three more glasses of it and he'd probably be swaggering like a drunk pirate on grog. Still, it was just what he needed.

What he didn't need was that somehow familiar voice (maybe an octave or two deeper than he remembered it to be) and that unwelcome presence next to him. Backing away a little, Bel turned to look at the person next to him. He would have spat his drink out were he drinking at the moment, but as soon as he saw that fringe over those eyes and that head of blond hair, Bel let out a choked sound of surprise.

This wasn't his night. Definitely. And he was sure he wasn't drunk just yet

"What the fuck do you know, creep?" Bel snarled after he regained his bearings. So the motherfucker was still alive. Or maybe this was an impostor. It had to be, right? The impostor claiming to be his brother on the network, planted by a vengeful aunt who wanted the property his parents left him. No way was he going to let them have it. Still, maybe

[secretsofgod]

"Tsk tsk, such harsh words," Jill scolded, still unable to completely banish the grin from his face. "Still no respect for your elders, I see. In nearly twenty years, no one's put you into your place. What a shame."

He set his glass down with a barely audible clink and turned in his chair. Bel's expression was priceless; it was all Jill could do to retain his composure. All thoughts of the party receded to the back of his mind as he looked Bel up and down. It would seem he had found his entertainment for the evening.

[cueitup]

Hours later, when the real festivities began and the long speeches kicked in, Gamma stepped out for a cigarette. He knew, on one level, that he really shouldn't be smoking while he was still technically on duty.

On another level, however, Gamma also knew that he damned well deserved it. An event like this was a logistical nightmare, and he had held out. This was his just reward.

(He was also kind of tired of watching Uni and Byakuran and... yes. But no one had to know that.)

[justaskeikaku]

Spanner was already outside when Gamma popped out, sucking on a popsicle and half-dazedly, mostly-boredly staring up at the sky. Too much light from the building was making it hard to see the stars, but he liked it that way. Maybe he'd get vitamin D from the flourescent. Goodness knows how long it had been since he went out for a proper walk under the sun.

"Yo," he greeted minutely, glancing up at Gamma and turning back to the lights. "Speeches not done?" He had, of course, ditched the napkin-bra.

[cueitup]

"Not yet."

The blond angled his gaze down, noting the sleepy expression on Spanner's face. There wasn't a need for him to be disdainful anymore, though. They were both out of sight, and therefore free to act the way they wanted to.

"Done socializing?"

[justaskeikaku]

Spanner nodded, and because he was tired of standing up, slid down along the wall until he was crouched down and leaning against the wall. It was almost like a seat. Almost.

Tilting his head back, he took another look at Gamma. From that perspective, the man seemed to have a very long nose. "There weren't many people to talk to inside, and I was falling asleep. Why're you here?"

[hitmancomms]

As he had expected, the moment he stepped out of his car and handed his keys over to the valet, Reborn was bombarded with several flashes of light that came from cameras wielded by photographers hungry for the best shots of the night. Reborn, for his part, decided to pose handsomely for a bit - as if to oblige the media. After the initial volley of light, the photographers finally noticed who it was that they were taking pictures of and stopped.

"What, it's just Reborn-san," he heard one of them say. And they all laughed as he did. There were several reasons for this comment, one of them was a sort of unspoken agreement between him and the members of the press that there would never, ever be a picture of Reborn ever published.

As the valet drove his vehicle off, Reborn decided to mingle with the members of the press for the time being - while the ceremonies haven't started - update himself on the latest news on the press corps for a change and, maybe, get them a little bit more interested in V&A's current CEO.