[Thread] [EVERYONE] OPEN

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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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[onlyluminous]

"A pleasure indeed. I am looking forward to it."

Uni smiled, bowing slightly, and watched with the most pleasant of expressions fixed on her face as the man (a high-ranking government official who had broached the possibility of partnering with the company for a cultural heritage project) let go of her hand, fingers lingering around hers a second longer than was appropriate, and walked away, flanked by his aides. She resisted the urge to wipe her fingers on the fabric of her gown. Gone were the days of that steadfast refrain -- Only Byakuran-sama can touch me. More and more, her duties had required her to charm all manner of people with the elusive grace that had become her trademark. There had been some interesting people, and others that she might, in another lifetime, have liked to know better. Overall, however, she disliked socializing

[cueitup]

The program had ended just after his conversation with Spanner, and the after-party seemed to be kicking off by the time Gamma stepped back in. The blond man did one round around the area to make sure everything was fine before deciding that cooling his heels somewhere nice was in order. Maybe at the bar...

...And he promptly got the surprise of his life (or at least, of his evening), when he spotted a very familiar figure already there. She had never seemed like the drinking type.

Gamma wandered over, pulling the coat from his shoulders. He stepped up, draping it over her shoulders as he moved to sit beside her.

"Hey."

[onlyluminous]

Uni looked up, not as surprised by the coat settling over her shoulders nor the warm voice in her ear as she probably should have been. The smile she allowed herself was small, but it was more genuine than all the other smiles of the evening combined. "Good evening," she said softly; then, touching a hand to the fabric of the coat, she added, "and thank you."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw those who had attempted to approach her earlier tensing and... backing away? and let herself indulge in a tiny moment of triumph.

[cueitup]

"You're welcome."

Gamma did not ask if he could join her - he simply took up the seat to her right, smiling, relieved to see that she was all right after all of that socializing. He could never do what she was doing, and that was probably why he had taken up the position he had at the Millefiore.

...That, and it was much easier to keep an eye over her when all the security cameras led back to his office.

"Tired?"

[xx100dontkillme]

Even under public scrutiny, out in the open, he did not let go of Gokudera's wrist. Tsuna was painfully oblivious to the socially unacceptable things and this instance was one when his awkwardness shielded him from even the worse of Hibari's looks. Everything flew over his head, he was just intent on getting them to their table and surviving this night in one piece to find his missing pet. At the thought of the brown furball, Tsuna's expression fell but quickly recovered. His dog was smart, smarter than him, he'll survive, the brunette convinced himself as he pulled Gokudera to their destination which had been conveniently occupied by other merry faces. Two jumped out at him (he was avoiding Hibari like no other).

Yamamoto and... Haru?

Spying a look at Hibari, Tsuna steered them away.

[literarybomb]

Gokudera let himself be dragged by the boss to wherever he wanted. There were many people greeting them here and there, some recognized him, some chose to ignore him in favor of showering his boss with compliments. He wondered why the boss was weaving in and out of the crowd when they could just march up to the tables, but he kept his mouth shut.

Suddenly, from the crowd emerged two familiar faces, one of them someone he was a bit glad to see (and he did not know why) and the other one someone he was not really looking forward to seeing.

"O-oh, baseball idiot," Gokudera managed to say before they were pulled by the boss to the tables once more. "Wh-Boss?"

[lolwhutizthis]

Yamamoto blinked as he saw Gokudera being pulled past he and Haru as they were moving towards the Vongola-reserved tables. Where were they going? The tables weren't that way, and he thought the opening ceremonies would be starting soon.

"Gokudera-kun! Tsuna! Our tables are that way!" he called out even as they disappeared into another crowd of people. Well, at least they were together...

[sweetcoercion]

Where were they going? Where were they going. Haru caught a brief glimpse of Gokudera-san's face and Tsuna-san's mop of brown hair before they disappeared into the crowd, heading away from where Vongola & Associates people were supposed to be--

No, wait. This was wrong! Terribly wrong. Abandoning, for the moment, the rules of decorum that stated that the girl was supposed to follow the guy's lead, Haru leaped after the disappearing couple and managed to snag Gokudera by the--

--the collar. Well, at least she'd caught him.

"Gokudera-san," she hissed into his ear, trying not to attract the attention of the other guests milling about, "our table is the other way around."

[onlyluminous]

It was not very hard to find him; even without the trail of scandalized glances and looks of dismay that followed in the wake of the person he accompanied, it was easy enough in Uni's eyes to separate one brown head and black-clad shoulders from the rest of the crowd. Easy enough, certainly, to trace the route he was following and happen to come across him as she wandered from the press of the crowd and towards the entrance, where the crowd had finally begun to thin.

She greeted him, of course. Those of Millefiore, after all, were perfectly polite even to people from other companies. (It was a point Uni had to impress into upper management every so often someone complained. Image, she would say, was over half the battle.) "Fuuta de la Stella-san," she murmured, inclining her head in his direction as her seemingly aimless path crossed his. "Good evening."

[scarfyoutodeath]

Fuuta had been just about to leave, having assured himself that Lambo was comfortable (or as comfortable as he could be without his usual outfit of cow prints) when a familiar someone stepped into his path on his way to the door. "Giglionero-san," he greeted, dipping his head ever so slightly in return without missing a beat. His smile was surprisingly mischievous when he looked back up. "We meet so soon, again?"

[onlyluminous]

"So soon?" Uni echoed, one eyebrow quirking up ever so slightly. She had to admit that his poise was impressive; considering that he now knew exactly who she was -- that card would have been impossible to miss for someone like him -- his manner still flowed with easy, effortless charm. "I suppose, but then again, I wouldn't have missed this event for the world."

A smile, unbidden, rose to her lips. "A pleasure to see you again, of course." The words were almost formulaic -- she had said them countless times tonight already. This time was slightly different, though.

[scarfyoutodeath]

It came quite naturally to Fuuta to reply with a standard, "The pleasure is all mine." But even as he exchanged formal pleasantries with her, his eyes bore an almost impish look. He wouldn't presume to know Giglionero Uni but after that afternoon, and knowing who she was now and what she had done then, he guessed that she, too, had a streak of mischief under layers and layers of composure.

He did, also, know by now that she was not much older than he. "Neither would I, even if I don't intend to stay for long," he added, holding up a grey Yves Saint Laurent scarf that Uni would no doubt recognise.