#thread: charity

[linsaangs]

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[saulweissberg]

availability / @edwardsthalia setting / lakeside banquet hall, cantwell country club. timeline / sunday, september 29th, 2024 at 1:29 pm.

so far, so good. there had been a few hiccups here and there, but the first hour of the luncheon had been running smoothly. the food was to be served in half an hour, guests were still streaming steadily in, and saul had the distinct honor of making sure everyone was having a good time. he flitted through the burgeoning party, greeting familiar faces and complete strangers, when he was nearly struck dead by the next guest that he laid his eyes on. guests. thalia edwards and leon wozniak. the most familiar face of them all: his third ex-wife… on the arm of his… friend. boyfriend was too familiar of a term for his relationship with leon, but what else was he supposed to call the man that he had been sleeping with all summer? leon and thalia certainly looked familiar to each other, and if his heart didn’t ache just a little from seeing leon with another woman, or to see thalia with another man, it was the fact that they knew each other at all. and that saul didn’t know that they knew each other.

saul got distracted by other guests walking around the party, shaking hands or discussing the benefit’s goals for fundraising, which was a task aided by a nice cocktail. there were many on the menu at the banquet hall’s bar, but nothing would hit the spot better than a french 75. the first of many that morning, saul had been waiting in line to order when he saw thalia—alone—walking by. he exited the line without another thought and jogged a few steps to catch up with her. “hey, thalia!” saul called her name, raising a hand to place on her shoulder before he thought better of it. “how are you? are you enjoying the luncheon so far?” the pleasantries were hurried and flat, but thalia never appreciated delicacy anyway. “i saw you with leon.” best to get his curiosity out of the way. “i’m not being some shitty macho me-tarzan-you-jane kind of guy or anything, i just didn’t realize that you knew each other.”

[olivcrashford]

who: @damianesco

where: cantwell country club ; the weissberg law firm's charity luncheon

It's been about a month since his disagreement with Damian. It's been killing him but after running into his best friend's boyfriend he wasn't sure how to feel about anything. He walks into the country club, unsure what he is even doing at this luncheon. It felt better than sitting at home with this thoughts. He runs his hand down his white shirt, grazing the buttons of his blue button up as he glances around the room. It's when he spots him... lingering by the bar. He swallows and drops his hand, shoving it into the pocket of his jeans as he stares at his friend. He wonders if the boyfriend is responsible for the anxiety written all over his features. He narrows his gaze as he shifts to look for that so called boyfriend before making his way over to him. "Hey." He says in a soft voice. "What are you doing?"

[tonibeltran]

STATUS: closed event starter for @theromandaniels LOCATION: charity luncheon banquet hall...'s bathroom

Antonio’s been dodging most questions about his face — oh, yes, had a fun trip down the stairs, no, don’t worry, had an incident with a car door — and save for the people who’d been there to witness the random assault (Clementine) and the people he hadn’t found it pertinent to lie to (Rachel), most people seem to gloss right over the subject, probably thinking they’re sparing Antonio from further embarrassment. Nice of them, he thinks a little tersely, considering most of them are rich assholes who think about themselves more often than not.

He knows this is a good cause — tangentially, he’s aware he’s probably going to have to donate an obscene amount of money to the center to make himself feel better about the real reason he’s here: to find and confront Roman.

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, that it’s only really been two days since he’d last seen or spoken to his friend, but after spending nearly every single hour of every single day together for months, he thinks he’s entitled to being a little pathetic. Never mind that the man had shown up at his house and kissed him, made Antonio rethink everything he’s ever known about fucking intimacy in less than five minutes, and then dipped, nothing but an emotionless ‘no’ as a response to Antonio’s request for him to stay.

Roman Daniels does not get to leave him, too. Antonio won’t let him. 

It’s a little hard to find him in a crowd this dense, and even more so when he knows the other man’s probably hiding from him — but it’s after his brief interaction with Rachel that he finally spots him, marching his way into the bathroom, looking as sullen and miserable and fucking handsome as he always does. Even resentful, Antonio can’t help the way his heart squeezes at the sight of him, the ghost of his touch so prevalent it almost feels real. He pushes past some of the crowd, excusing himself in mutters, until he finally reaches the bathroom door and turns the handle.

At first glance, it’s clear there’s no one but Roman in here — good. Antonio lets the door shut behind him, then leans against it to prevent his friend access to an exit. Without looking, he scours for the manual lock with his hand until he feels it, then turns it over to lock the door completely. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares at Roman for a second, before he finally decides his friend isn’t going to say a fucking word — leaving him to pick up the slack. “So that’s it? You’re gonna — what?” He raises an eyebrow. “Avoid me until you forget you ever kissed me?” 

[thechosenanubis]

Fabian in S1 be like:

[creationfathers]

Thank you friend,

Whoever they may be

[applejongho]

SURPRISE!!!! crocheted palestine bear my beloved ❤️🇵🇸

[gcldforged]

open starter ›› @francehqstarters where: the dessert table.

        aranya  stared  intently  at  the  table.  to think when she'd walked over she'd thought selecting a dessert would've been an easy task; she had her favorites and surely would've been able to find one on the table, but selecting a dessert that was familiar seemed silly when instead she could try something new. only that left her with far too many options. the queen glanced to the side when she saw someone approach, greeting them with a polite smile.   ❝ everything looks so delicious. i can't decide what to try. do you have any recommendation? ❞

[staticwither]

If you see this post drink water and stretch

[kira-aminu]

Location: Masquerade Gala, Paradise Point Starter for: @mcrcosantos

She was equal amounts relieved and disappointed that when her raffle ticket number was called out, something she had only bought to support the charity and in the hope she would win Genesis, that it didn't match with the number in front of the one man up on stage that she recognised. Ignoring the tug on her heartstrings as she watched someone else claim the date with her ex, Kira stood once the raffle was over and made her way over to the person who matched her ticket.

"356? Hi." It wasn't really a date, but it was only her second since she had decided she needed to put herself out there more, but this was just pushing the button for her awkward side to show up. "I'm Kira, I don't know if we know each other but I'm not a psycho and I'm also sorry if you were hoping someone specific would win you. I can try and switch a ticket with someone if you need me to."

[lia-lozano]

Location: Masquerade Gala, Paradise Point Starter for: @isaiahwarren

"That's great, thank you." With her earpiece set up and the pack clipped onto the back of her dress, Lia carefully manoeuvred the wire around her hair and her ear, resting it so it dangled over her ear. As the sound guys left her alone in the space behind the stage, Lia breathed out a deep sigh, leaning back against the wall. Being on stage was something to her that had become as familiar to her as going to buy milk over the years but with a gala full of people from her hometown and this being the first performance since her life had imploded in the media, the nerves were setting in.

Reaching for her water bottle, she took a few small sips, only then noticing just how much her hands were shaking. "Just disassociate, breathe and disassociate." Repeating the mantra a couple of times, she tried to take her own advice to settle the nerves. As the curtain moved, alerting her to someone on the other side, Lia stood up a little straighter. "I'm not late on am I? Can I just have a couple of minutes?"

[saulweissberg]

availability / open! / 4 out of 5 / @bluestarters setting / lakeside banquet hall, cantwell country club. timeline / sunday, september 29th, 2024 at 1:38 pm.

saul thought he deserved some sort of award for how quickly he put this all together. it had certainly thrown a wrench into his plans when phoebe refused his previously planned birthday dinner, but saul was nothing if not professional. call it making lemonade out of lemons, or opportunity coming out of adversity, but saul had turned an intimate birthday party into a grand charity luncheon in under two weeks. it helped that he already had the venue hall booked and the vendors paid, but it took just a bit of coaxing and a promise of an added sum to every final bill to really turn things around in record time. somehow, it had all worked out in the end, and the luncheon was rolling along swimmingly… so far.

making another pass around the banquet hall, saul had a flute of a french 75 in hand that he took routine sips from. despite the stress of that morning, making sure that every detail was perfect, saul was in a rather good mood now. a trait inherited from his mother, he enjoyed playing host. it was an easy role for him to slip into, and as he walked around the room to stop by random tables and encourage everyone to donate, saul felt completely in his element. determined to keep his good spirits up and not think about his uncommunicative son still far away in new york, he spotted someone he had yet to talk to that day standing off to the side and swiftly came up to them, “hey, how are you doing? are you having a good time?”

[cali-cabrera]

Location: Masquerade Gala, Paradise Point Starter for: @levibecker

"You grab some drinks, I'll grab dessert. Meet me by the ocean wall." Fuelled by the shots that had gone down far too easily and the champagne that seemed to be freely passed around the gala, Cali tapped her fist against her raffle date's before walking over to the dessert table, trying to look as subtle as possible. Not an easy task considering her dress was hot pink. Glancing over the desserts on offer instantly made her mouth water and as soon as she spotted the strawberry cheesecake, Cali knew immediately she'd have to find a way to swipe it for her date. Waiting until the serving assistant was distracted, Cali grabbed two spoons and the plate with the cheesecake, turning quickly and walking to the doors as quickly as her heels would allow.

Finding her way out to the back of the property, Cali made her way over to the familiar figure, placing the cheesecake down on the wall between them. "Just know that if anyone comes looking for this, we may need to push it over the wall."

[tyrnn]

DracariOctober #12

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[rotteneldritchhorror]

I just noticed that a pair of leggings I got a little bit ago from a charity shop have been repaired twice before! Which makes me strangely happy! :)

[micahweissberg]

closed starter for @saulweissberg, parking lot @ cantwell country club, weissberg law firm charity luncheon.

it's a strange feeling, waiting for his father to come out from the banquet hall's entrance as if he were an absent parent waiting for his child at the end of a school day to take them out for ice cream. he tries to recall if his father had ever done that for him. surely, he had, he must have. but he's probably still a little stoned and he doesn't trust his memory most of the time as it is, having to make up a lot of it in his head that he no longer remembers which ones are real and which ones are fake.

he's smoking a cigarette—a real one this time, not the kind he'd passed between himself and the bartender earlier with little discretion—sitting on a parking block next to his father's lexus, parked among a sparse section of glossy coupes and imposing luxury vehicles. and then, just behind him, loud goodbyes are exchanged, embellished with phony laughter at a joke that probably wasn't even that funny. micah looks over his shoulder at the two men shaking hands. the one in the light brown suit makes towards his direction and micah straightens himself, pushes himself off of the block of cement still with the lit cigarette in his hand as he prepares to face his father. from this distance, saul weissberg looks much older than he is, shoulders thinner, hair grayer. micah couldn't remember much of his father as a younger man. suddenly, he is filled with a deep melancholy at the thought any one of these could be the last time he sees his parents.