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[Separate Posting: HELP WANTED]

Greetings and salutations,

The "Sunlight At Midnight" project is currently seeking to engage the services of the following vendors and contractors:

• Construction and renovation assistance
• Material procurement
• Interior design and decoration
• Catering
• Music and entertainment
• Photography
• Misc. event-related services

Interested parties, please direct inquiries to Ghost (via network @ raverobber). Thank you.

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On it. Fortunately we're still in a lot of the preliminary stages so adding on one extra ask shouldn't be too big of a hassle. Actually, that might be a good use of some more of the chairs we're getting rid of. That way if you've got a line-up, people can wait their turn in comfort while they await your style.

...

I'm. Um.

I guess I won't be needing the service, myself, since I already know what I'm wearing. The...green dress.

Well, ma rousse, I was going to ask, but it seems you've read my mind. I'm delighted to hear it. You'll have someone do your hair? It should come as no surprise that despite my varied and impressive talents, the knack for hairstyling has passed me by. I was always told off for being too rough. I hope you have nice shoes, too. And you'll need a corsage, of course; be sure to tell whoever is taking you that it is a must. You'll permit me a dance, too, won't you?

Kaveh has threatened to come after me with a curling iron so I suppose that accounts for the hair. Shoes...I took a picture of the ones I grabbed that didn't look too burdensome to wear, I'll attach it.

But I'll make sure I pick up a corsage and wear it, since you think it's important. And for your efforts toward the cause, you can have two dances, minimum.

ATT: greendressshoes.jpg

Now, listen here -- The shoes are very nice, I have no complaints at all. They look comfortable enough that you won't need to take them off during the night, they're elegant and they will compliment the dress well -- but you absolutely cannot get your own corsage, Ghost.

[ He's using the full name and everything. ]

That simply won't do. What is wrong with your date that they won't get one for you? You tell me who they are and I'll explain in detail why it's imperative they make such an effort.

[There is approximately a ten-second delay on this message during which Ghost speedruns all five stages of grief and then secretly prays for a sudden renovation emergency like the floor caving in beneath her feet or something. Which naturally isn't going to happen because the staff is On It™. Damn that availability of skilled and competent help.]

Well. The thing is, you're already speaking to my date, Lestat. It's...me.

[ There's a very tiny pause where Lestat starts typing away at his keyboard but ultimately gets much too annoyed with the furious tapping sound and the fact that his emotion isn't being conveyed nearly well enough, and instead he deletes it all and calls her. If she dares to pick up, his voice will be fast and heavily accented, which shows his annoyance and disbelief more than anything he's actually saying ever could. ]

You mean no-one has asked you? But you are hosting this thing! By all means you should be fighting off requests left and right for your hand, and that's even before we get started discussing what excellent company you are, and how funny you are and what a truly magnificent sight you'll make in that dress!!

Mon dieu, have the people in this place no taste? No idea what they're doing? I offered my services to ensure your guests looked the part but I'm afraid some of them will have to learn very basic manners before you have a proper gala on your hands, chérie. What a travesty. No, I won't accept it. I'll find you a date, ma rousse, don't you worry about that. Tell me what you like in a partner, and I'll be sure to find someone equipped to treat you right in this band of absolute animals.

[The travesty unfolds like this: Ghost is expecting a text response back from Lestat, not a phone call, when she hastily puts her device away and resolves to ignore whatever response she's about to receive at that. Unfortunately, she's also assuming he's going to have a lot to say, and thus will be typing frenetically for a while, which is why when her phone rings almost immediately thereafter, she assumes it's a work call about some problem elsewhere on site or with the suppliers —

And because she's been going at a speed of twenty miles a minute lately, she automatically activates the speakerphone when she unthinkingly answers the ring.

Which. Is how. The entire workshop is treated to Lestat's tirade, cranked to full volume like all her other calls to ensure that whatever is said can be heard over the din of construction.

Whoops.]

Hel— fuck me!

[Exclamatory, not literally.]

...Well, you've. Amply impressed your intentions on the entire construction site, for one thing. Hi, Lestat.

[ He's so boldly impassioned that it takes him a few moments to understand what, exactly, she'd said and what she'd meant by it. The entire construction site? How could that be? Yes, he'd been talking a little louder than usual but that's nothing compared to how loudly he could have been speaking and he's sure he's not close enough even then to be heard from here without the windows shattering or something and--

Then it dawns on him. ]

I didn't realize you were going to put me on the loudspeaker.

[ He huffs, just once, then barrels on. Just the same as he refuses to let himself feel fear, he is similarly firm with feeling embarrassment or regret. ]

Regardless! It's a good thing they heard. I dare say more than a few of them will agree with my sentiments. It's barbaric, the idea of you going alone. I won't have it, I'm telling you now. I won't rest until I've found you the ideal companion for the evening.

I didn't mean to! I didn't think you were going to call —

[Boop. Just gonna get that back off speakerphone, real fast.]

...Anyway. Sorry about that. And really, it's fine, if I get one for myself everyone can just wonder who my mystery admirer is and speculate, which is even more compelling than having a real one. ...Not that I don't want a real one, I just think most people are already taken.

[ A tut comes from him at that, but not one of sympathy. No, no, he'd never insult her with sympathy. His is a tut of annoyance that anyone would allow Ghost to think her only option is to go stag. Unthinkable. ]

As delightful as the mystery of it would be, it's an insult if there is no mystery admirer at the other end.

You said it yourself that you would like a date, no? There is only one way to find out who's taken and who isn't, and I will do all the groundwork for you. Call it an act of gratitude for all this.

Now, tell me what you like in a partner and know that I won't hear any more excuses. And that I'm quite stubborn when it comes to getting my own way.

Oh my goooooooooooooooood —

[Thus comes the mournful whalesong of a Ghost fully aware of her own defeat. Thank goodness for Kaveh's patio; it gives her an easy place to retreat to and a comfortable chair to collapse in, and the relative privacy of not having to admit her tastes in people in front of venue and everyone.]

You're really going to make me do this, huh. All right, fine, I...

[A beat; she sighs, and her tone goes softer, her words quieter. Not defeated, but at the very least resigned.]

I like people who are...lively. Not just charming or charismatic, but enthusiastic. The kind of person who can be handed every reason to be bitter and jaded and withdrawn, but still come up...loving life. Finding wonder in it.

[wow it almost sounds like she has a specific person in mind as she comes up with this. Can't spell necromancer without romance!]

Because they make me feel at ease at a venue like this. I stop thinking about all the problems and hangups and complications, and get carried along on their enjoyment of it. That's what I like.

[ Lestat listens in that attentive manner he finds so easy to do with Ghost, the one that might surprise his other friends were they to discover him capable of it. He makes a soft sound of understanding, trying to cast his mind to those in the city he's already met who might fit this bill. There's a couple, but no-one in particular.

Well, there's himself, of course, and the thought does make him smile a little. ]

I understand completely. I think those aren't lofty requests. I'll be sure to find someone to whisk you away into a storybook evening.

[ He sounds very certain of himself, but he did already mention how stubborn he is. ]

How hard can it be, after all? And I'll be sure to make sure they buy you the corsage. Something to match your dress perfectly. Leave it with me, ma rousse.

And I've been amply impressed by his intentions as well.

[ says kaveh, still holding that sandwich menacingly. ]

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