#mercyorg:eventone

[ghcstales]

AGENT GHOSTRIDER arrives at SENTINEL ELECTRICS GOVERNOR’S BALL ten past eight o'clock, fashionably late which, according to their previous attendances, is an unusal circumstance used to bring attention to certain statement regarding recent events concerning several fallen mercy agents. ( march 31st. 2049 )

[sp3cters]

[    𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   ...   ]   GOVERNOR'S  BALL  2049

⌗     JORDAN  ZHENG  attends  sentinel  electric's  governor's  ball  (  03/31/2049  )  .  a  seasoned  agent  among  the  mercy  organization  ,  zheng  appears  in  a  suit  from  ralph  lauren's  fall/winter  2015  collection  .  a  simple  look  that's  paired  with  bowtie  pumps  by  aquazurra  ,  a  watch  from  omega's  speedmaster  moonwatch  series  ,  and  polished  off  with  a  pair  of  dainty  diamond  vine  earrings  .

[mercyfuls]

starter : dom ft. open @ sentinel electric governor's ball

agent merlin leans nonchalantly against a column, sipping at a glass of some wine most likely worth more than his weekly paycheck. he's just escaped a dull conversation with a few guests affiliated with assorted private companies — pawning them off on another agent with more knowledge of the field and technological aspects of the organisation. " how has your evening been thus far ? " he asks to the person approaching — initially preparing for the mental toll of conversation like four-dimensional chess, but relaxing a little as he sees they are another agent of mercy. not that his coworkers are that much easier to make conversation with, but the stakes are at least a little lower.

[doghoods-a]

AGENT EPSILON FOR THE GOVERNOR'S BALL.

A PAPERDOLL LOOKBOOK: WEARING FW19 DIOR MENSWEAR ( TALK ABOUT A CALLBACK. ) WAFTED IN CIGAR SMOKE & DARK LORD BY KILLIAN, ACCOUTREMENTS INCLUDE A COMPANY-ISSUED PISTOL, TORTOUISE-SHELL SUNGLASSES & A WRISTWATCH BY TOM FORD.

[sens0r]

✦   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴   attends   𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅   𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗌   𝗀𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌   𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅   (   03. 31. 2049   )   in   a   floor   length   black,   feathered   gown   with   her   signature   deep   red   lipstick. she   is   accompanied   by   her   father, ceo of sentinel,  and   only daughter.

[drksigns]

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧   𝙛𝙤𝙧   .   .   .    anyone. 

𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 . . . the bar, at the governor's ball.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘   𝐇𝐀𝐃   𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄��   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐈𝐌   when   the   memo   had   first   graced   the   masses   of   mercy.   "   troubling   "   events.   five   agents   dead   under   "   suspicious   "   circumstances.   it   had   piqued   his   interest   rather   than   inspiring   horror,   or   sympathy,   or   dread  —   the   most   appropriate   responses   replaced   by simple   curiosity,   &   that   tingling   feeling   he   tends   to   get   in   his   fingertips   when   he  can't   help   himself.   &   of   course,   mercy   prepares   itself   with   unprecedented   security   against   cyberattacks,   so   he   hadn't   been   able   to   hack   beyond   the   initial   firewalls   (   that   are   mostly   there   for   show,   anyways   )  or   find   anything   remotely   interesting   about   what   had   happened   before   he'd   been   shut   down   —   by   his   own   father,   no   less.   a   scolding   ensued   that   had   left   prospero   pouting   like   a   petulant   child   all   the   way   to   the   governor's   ball   in   the   backseat   of   a   black   car,   flanked   on   either   side   by   both   of   his   parents,   who   practically   dragged   him   inside   by   his   ear,   planted   him   by   the   bar   &   told   him   to   stay   put   &   look   pretty.   a   simple   set   of   instructions,  &   that   was   that.   here   he   lingers,   vodka   martini   in   hand,   dripping   condensation   down   the   side   of   his   palm,   beady   eyes   flicking   absently   over   the   undulating   crowd   of   bodies   before   him.   upper   lip   curls   in   distaste,   hidden   behind   the   rim   of   his   glass   as   he   takes   a   slow,   unimpressed   sip.    “   how   dreadfully   dull.   ”    a   passing   comment   made   to   the   nearest   warm   body,   dead-eyed   gaze   flitting   to   his   left   to   his   unwitting   companion   before   scanning   the   room   again.   he's   been   here   five   minutes   &   he's   already   so   terribly   bored.     “   they   must   know   we're   best   employed   elsewhere,   not   milling   about   a   ballroom   making   nice   with   oligarchs.   ”    a   disgruntled   complaint   —   a   fussy   toddler   with   a   toy   taken   from   his   grasp,   moments   away   from   a   tantrum   —   motivation  to   stay   on   his   best   behavior   dwindling   by   the   second.

[autneca]

... 𝙻 𝙾 𝙰 𝙳 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 𝙵 𝙸 𝙻 𝙴 : 𝗚𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗟, :// NIX TURNER, AGENT 𝐍𝐄𝐎

agent 𝐍𝐄𝐎 arrives twenty minutes early, spending another fifteen minutes in his car before entering the venue. clad in a black two-piece 𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑋𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐶𝑄𝑈𝐸𝐸𝑁 suit, embroidered with flowers and birds on one side, wears a white shirt inside. besides the black ring on his finger, and a long silver earring on one lobe, he wears no other jewelry.

[tvrmoils]

               *          CLOSED  STARTER         »         @greatpain .

               "  okay  ,  okay ,  "     evidence  of  their  already  tipsy  — just  tispy —  state  ,  demian  all  but  drags  the  words  ,  glass  of  scotch  tightly  gripped  in  the  same  hand  they  use  to  signal  the  general  direction  of  their  new  target  .  the  eagerness  to  stir  their  little  ,  silly  game  permeating  their  tone  with  unabashed  enthusiasm .     "  what  about  him ?   the  one  with  the  red  scarf  ,  what’s  his  story ?  "     a  good  amount  of  feet  away  from  them  ,  slightly  to  the  right  ,  there  is  a  tall  ,  fat  man  with  a  prominent  baldness  ,  a  hideous  red  scarf  around  his  neck  ,  falling  the  front  of  his  wide  body  ,  and  a  dish  full  of  shrimps  between  his  chubby  hands .     "  why  is  he  so  fucking  boring  to  dress  ,  huh ?  "     the  words  come  up  in  an  attempt  of  a  whisper  that  ends  up  being  louder  than  intendeded  ,  but  demian  is  numb  enough  not  to  notice  .  they  turn  to  her  instead  ,  look  them  up  and  down  quickly  ,  and  smile .     "  they  should  learn  from  you  ,  you  know ?   you  look  positively  ravaging  tonight  ,  my  dear .  "    a  wink  accompanies  their  words  and  a  sultry  ,  playful  smile  touches  their  expression  ,  giving  them  a  childish  appearance  instead  of  the  charming  one  they  were  aiming  for . 

[autneca]

𝙻 𝙾 𝙲 𝙰 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽 : GOVERNOR'S BALL 𝙵 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 : AGENT NEO 𝚃 𝙾 : AGENT LIKHO, ( @extorrcs )

nix despises wearing tuxedos. they always seem to be either a size too small or a size too big. never fitting just right. feels like an image of a boy wearing his father's clothes, the sleeves too long on his arms, a gap at the back of his shoes. never fitting. never his own. that is, of course, an exaggeration. agent neo, as he stands there, in between many people he knows, and a few he doesn't, wears a tailored tuxedo, most likely something designer. his silver cufflinks glint from the lights reflecting on them, a pair of black cartier browline glasses up his nose. this is his entry back into this world after all, the jubilé of sentinel and mercy's partnership. and ironically enough, the start of him picking up the mantle of agent neo again. there is a sense of excitement, a sort of nervousness clinging to his frame ( despite knowing this organization for almost twenty years now ) as he makes his way through the crowds. there's a flute of champagne grasped in one hand, still full, an accessory to keep his hands full more than anything else. while he expects to see familiar faces, this one still makes him freeze in surprise. eyes widening, his expression softens almost immediately. "ani —-" the nickname falls from his lips with ease, and he takes a step closer to her. "i would say small world but..." the words linger off, and a part of him wishes there weren't so many people around. "how have you been?"

[sp3cters]

[    𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   ...   ]   GOVERNOR'S  BALL  2049

⌗     SLOANE  CALLAHAN  attends  sentinel  electric's  governor's  ball  (  03/31/2049  )  .  a  field  agent  with  years  of  experience  under  her  belt  among  the  mercy  organization  ,  callahan  appears  in  a  black  dress  from  givenchy's  fall/winter  2023  collection  .  a  dress  that  is  initially  unassuming  at  first  glance  soon  reveals  silver  detailing  along  the  back  of  the  dress  .  this  look  is  paired  with  red-bottom  heels  by  none  other  than  christian  louboutin  ,  a  watch  from  omega's  de  ville  ladymatic  series  ,  and  polished  off  with  a  pair  of  white  gold  diamond  hoop  earrings  .

[tvrmoils]

SABINE  BOGELOT  for the  SENTINEL  ELECTRICS  GOVERNOR’S  BALL . march  31st  ,  2049 .

[tvrmoils]

DEMIAN  SEO  for  the SENTINEL  ELECTRICS  GOVERNOR’S  BALL . march  31st  ,  2049 .

[autneca]

𝙻 𝙾 𝙲 𝙰 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽 : GOVERNOR'S BALL 𝙵 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 : AGENT PHOENIX 𝚃 𝙾 : AGENT STEELHEART, ( @1nfernals )

that was quick. the switch between the celebrations and the sudden panic is so quick that if kit wasn't so well-versed in this line of work, he would surely get whiplash from it. the applause cuts off in an almost comedic way the moment ceo kang leaves the stage, large lights shutting off, giving way to eerieness. reds, blues, and whites reflect off designer clothes, jewelry; some of which kit's also wearing himself. the artificial shine to his face, the shimmery eyeshadow, the smoky eyeliner. the glamour of it all seems to vanish instantly. a glance at his phone relays a message that does not surprise him with the way lights have shut off, but it's more than enough to flip that switch in kit's mind as well, slipping into work mode, eyes flitting around to see, to pick up anything important. his gaze stops short at the sight of a familiar face, their eyes meet up despite the lack of main lights. kit moves slowly on his feet, as if nothing was wrong, near the table with the drinks, then next to her side. being next to zeliha again, in a situation like this one, brings up more memories than he has the time to think about. it's been way too long since they have done this. since they have simply had a chat together. there will be time to talk and mull over all of these, to pull her aside and ask where the hell she had been. instead, for the moment, he finds it easy to slip into that rhythm they have ( had ? ) with each other on the field. once within earshot, he stands next to her, his right side brushing against her left. "zel." nickname slips perhaps way too easily, dark eyes continuing to scan every possible movement he can. "do you have any further information about... all of this?" quiet enough that only she can hear. "what's next? should i scout the area?"

[autneca]

... 𝙻 𝙾 𝙰 𝙳 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 𝙵 𝙸 𝙻 𝙴 : 𝗚𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗟, :// KIT CHAICHANA, AGENT 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

clad in a two-piece suit by 𝐺𝐼𝑂𝑅𝐺𝐼𝑂 𝐴𝑅𝑀𝐴𝑁𝐼's last f/w collection, agent 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 enters the ball only half an hour late. deciding to forego a shirt, instead, adorning his neck, a piece from 𝐵𝑉𝐿𝐺𝐴𝑅𝐼 from their serpenti collection, rubies shining against the skin. other pieces of jewelry and rings on his fingers, he tends to twist them as he speaks, a dazzling smile on his face.

[autneca]

𝙻 𝙾 𝙲 𝙰 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽 : GOVERNOR'S BALL 𝙵 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 : AGENT PHOENIX 𝚃 𝙾 : AGENT SERAPH, ( @oftrances )

hands wrapped around two champagne flutes, one alcoholic, the other not, kit cuts a striking image. a deep neckline due to the lack of a shirt, a long serpentine necklace draped along his neck. sort of a silver glitter on his eyelids above kohl-rimmed dark brown eyes. when he spots a familiar face across the room, a smile spreads across his face, not necessarily a dazzling one granted to the rest of the crowd, a more genuine, softer look reserved to a handful of people instead. making his way across the people, he brushes his shoulder against uriel's once in his space. "don't you clean up well." less of a tease, more of a compliment. one that kit sincerely means. after a hum, he holds out the flute. "this one's yours. non-alcoholic." once his hand is empty, he puts it behind his friend's back, leading them to a side of the room so they can properly chat. "so, how's everything going, urie — enjoying yourself?"

[ghcstales]

closed for …  @covcrt where …  sentinel  electric  headquarters when …  ten thirty o'clock

ever since the grand event had started, the hours began to mingle together and despite the darkness outside, it was hard to tell how late it really was. no care from others was shown regarding that, thus adair did not even try to bring such silly topics up to anyone. many, from the looks of crowded dance floor, were enjoying themselves. others, if not by dancing, were spending their time at the bar. for a little while adair too, managed to find stillness in the midst of chaos that had already taken over the place and its guests. and although that had covered most of the attendees, there were a few outcasts. black sheep, if you will. a few that didn't feel the vibe of the evening or simply decided to not partake in the silly game that so many power hungry individuals were obssessed with so much.

❝ enjoying yourself? ❞ the agent inquired without peeling their eyes off the dance floor upon sensing a familiar restless presence enter their space. ❝ hope you did not give into their persistent nagging about finishing these... drinks. ❞ or whatever those were, they thought. adair tilted their head towards the table next to them and a couple full glasses of what seemed to be champagne resting on top of it. just then, as if lightning had struck from the sky above, did adair come to an odd realization ― just how many times they had missed out on properly greeting their colleagues. well, some of them. those they respected enough to put effort into welcoming. ❝ hi [   ...   ] ❞

they added after turning around enough to face the other. eliot was one of good guys in adair's book, after all. thus, it made sense for adair to treat them like one in hopes of him eventually connecting these puzzle pieces together.