Hey mambo, mambo Italiano.
Trigger Warning!!! Please be advised that some dark. grit, gore, abuse, language content, and themes will come up in this RP. You have been warned.
The invitation to the Fundraisers Ball was sent via the Black Web. Posters were placed at colleges, and storefronts like the Butcher Shop, Hope's Books, and Crafts. The patrons from establishments like Dal and the Dark Side were welcome, regardless of whether you were dead or alive. The Black Badge made sure to place posters on street poles and other areas around New York. The invitation would read, "Come and help change the lives of the starving children of America. Where we can come together and help change the lives of today. And take steps to build a future of harmony, along with changing the lives of our future generations. Hosted by the Black Badge. Location: The Pierre A Taj Hotel 5th Ave & E 61st St, New York, NY" Lucus realized by putting their organization name on the invitation, they were making themselves known, but also putting a target on their backs. However, it was a risk they had to take.
Tensions were high; subliminal attacks were made on all sides. Nonetheless, nothing on the atomic bomb level. It appeared to be a cold war. But there was no face or name to blame. The event was disguised as a charity ball and to make strides towards peace. However, it was really an excuse to collect intel.
What made the invitation stand out was the address to the location wasn't visible to everyone. The head of the Black Badge’s engineer department developed a chemical-based inked that sends signals through the retina, to tiny cells, rods, and cones. Once the rods and cones capture the signature, the signature gets converted into electrochemical impulses located in the neurons. Working together, the rods and cones stimulated impulses through numerous visuals that entered the brain and the optic nerve.
The signature sent to the optic nerve; is equivalent to the reaction one would experience if they had personally witnessed a supernatural event. It mimics physical emotions, the body's response, and the chronicling of what's being seen from the eyes to the brain. The chemicals in the ink replayed the experience. It's like seeing a sunflower for the first time. Once you understand and know what you're seeing. The next time you visit a sunflower, you already know what it is. This is how anyone living, or dead could see the address. Of course, there were outliers, and someone could have seen the signature and told others of the address, which was plausible. However, this was the Black Badge's only way to put names to theories. It was tested at base camp from people who have never seen a supernatural event and those who have. And with flying colors, it was a success.
Nonetheless, Lucus made sure the NYPD was stationed a block away from the event. He didn't want to frighten the guest. The Met Gala was today, and Lucus wagered that the modern world of the sheep would be more entertaining and placated by Fashion Week.
About 40 percent of the Black Badge occupied the space inside and outside the hotel. Some were in rooms monitoring the ballroom. At the same time, two vans occupied the street entrance to the hotel. One on each corner monitoring the cameras that were stationed outside the hotel. They looked out for license plates and anything they could trace to link the guests to their homes or business. Some agents were told to interact with the guest. While two agents stood at the emergency exit and another pair stood at the entrance of the ballroom.
If this was going to be a success, Lucus had to have his team on board. However, some were not pleased with the special accommodations of blood. The open bar was located towards the back of the room, on the left side of the black grand piano. The blood or Bloody Mary could only be requested with an "ID", the identification being fangs. And only then would the real blood be given. Lucus didn't want there to be a slip-up. And some unsuspecting human asking for Bloody Mary off the menu and getting real blood and causing a scene. If they didn't show the proper “ID”, they would get an excellent ol' fashion Bloody Mary.
Although most of the crew rejected this notion, they had to pacify their hungry guest. Or a Vampire could possibly throw an attention tantrum. For guest that could consume food, an assortment of appetizers was on display. Numerous waiters walked around carrying the food on trays. While white and red wine in flute glasses was carried on trays as waiters offered them to guests. The ballroom was packed; everyone that was currently here was dressed fashionable for the event. Lucus stood by the bar, surveying the crowd. Towards the right and left of the room, there was a limited number of tables and chairs for guests. There was a band playing jazz music. The band consisted of a woman playing the piano, a man playing saxophone, and another woman singing.
This was a big event, and it had to be successful; they were renting out an expensive 5-star hotel ballroom. The FBI agency was coming down hard on Lucus to produced results. They funded this event, and they fund the Black Badge. The Black Badge wasn’t making significant strides in eliminating any threats. Lucus tried to argue that these sorts of things took time. They didn't care for excuses. Lucus' mind started to wonder, had it not been for Noah would he have been able to uncover and solve his family case. Lucus did a mental shake of his head. He couldn't think like that. Thinking that way was how people got killed. Now wasn't the time for those memories to creep out from underneath the bed.
With a heavy British accent, Lucus spoke as he leaned closer to the bartender.
"Give me two shots of scotch…." Almost forgetting. "Straight, No ice, please."
The bartender handed Lucus his drink, and the small corners of Lucus' facelifted in a smile. "Thanks"
Taking a mouthful, he chased back the memories of his family. Taking a final swallow, he blocked the last lingering negativity out of his mind. Tugging on his blazer jacket, he made his way through the throng of the crowded greeting people as he went until he made it to the center of the floor.