Whitedown Charity Speakeasy

[Delahada]

Salvador had (deliberately) missed the memo about dressing up for the occasion, but eye-witnesses report having seen him at the event. At his side was his constant companion, the newly ascended Overlord Gatito Lindo. They were heard whispering about having lost a Wildling upon arrival, and it was entirely possible the attendees caught glimpses of her darting barefoot and pantsless in places here and there. After mingling for a little bit with a few people, Salvador and his companion escaped the crowd to explore the old opera hall and all its winding corridors in search of their treasured friend.

They were not seen nor heard from again by any of the guests, but late night janitorial workers were later heard spreading rumors about a man in a leather jacket roaming the empty ballroom and upper level balcony, pulling his fingers along the rails and murmuring to himself. Thinking him perhaps a crazed ghost, they gave him a wide berth to focus on their work. Sometime long before the sun rose on the surface high above, the Autumn Lord and his companions slipped out together to greet the morning light.



(( Flapper dress image representing Rekah's attire provided by Rekah Illyriana herself, created using MidJourney. ))

[Partly Cloudy]

Gatito Lindo arrived at the Underground Theatre in Salvador’s company. By then, they had already lost sight of their Wildling friend and he was full of hope that she would find her way back to them. Unlike his constant companion, the newly minted Overkitten had taken care to dress up. He wore a slate-colored suit with a darker waistcoat and a black shirt beneath it. The top buttons of the shirt were unfastened, but he had not left his neck on display—in lieu of a tie, he wore a dark, silky scarf wound around his throat.

After mingling for a little while with some of their friends, he vanished into one of the hallways with Salvador, eager to explore all of the quieter spaces the old opera hall had to offer. He was not seen again until the next morning when he slipped away into the dawn with his treasured companions.

He left behind a generous donation for the evening’s cause(s).

[Angelic]

The host of the evening arrived with the lovely Anya in a matching motif of peacock feathers to start off the evening with a ready smile and seemed to relish the buzz of excitement in the air. Though he did not flit quite so easily from group to group as he might have done before, he was keen on making sure things ran smoothly for his guests. He was often caught casting a grateful smile to Anya for fielding the more social aspects of the event, a hint of pride tinting his gaze at her ease when compared to the shy way she'd tried to push the attention from her when on the stage. While he certainly stopped to speak to any that vied for his attention, most of his time was spent speaking to staff and attendants, orchestrating movements to a strict schedule.

When all was said and done and the schedule had shifted to a more self-contained hum, he was seen sitting with friends and speaking and laughing easily, though made sure to keep an available and open posture to any that passed by.

As the music softened, he disappeared up the stairs with his besuited Jackal companion and rumored lover to the highest levels where the boxes watched the dancers below loftily.