[Event 1: Phoenix's Birthday Party!]

[samuraiprosecutor]

The Montefaire Hotel is located in southwest LA, a short distance from Los Angeles International Airport and (more importantly) fairly convenient to Phoenix's apartment. Forty stories tall, the Montefaire towers over most of the surrounding buildings, and at only a few months old the stone of its facade is still an elegant, unmarred white. By seven o' clock the building will be dramatically up-lit against the full dark that's settled over the city, with particular accent paid to the massive multi-story columns that frame the main entrance.

Once inside, guests will find a luxurious lobby, three dining establishments (two five star restaurants, and a more casual cafe serving light meals and cold or hot beverages twenty four hours a day), a world-class spa, a gym, and ballrooms and conference rooms ready to be reserved for almost any occasion. Elevators are situated in niches on either side of the lobby, ready take guests to their rooms and the balconies on the upper floors. Every inch of the building's interior is spotless and scrupulously maintained by the staff members, most of whom flitter around the hotel, almost invisible until they're needed.




((OOC: Since my descriptions fail and I don't have time to go research all the design styles like I want to, have a few links. The Montefaire is based off the Fairmont in San Francisco (Gatewater : Watergate :: Montefaire : Fairmont lol) with liberties taken here and there, and keeping in mind that we're in the year 2019. So picture this at forty stories tall.

Invitations were given out, but crashers are welcome. :Db If anyone wants to get started they shouldn't wait for Phoenix or anything, we're both uber busy and may not be around much until after the weekend's over. Oh, and if you want to use the spa or any of the unlisted locations, just stick them under the lobby. XD Enjoy~!))

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LOBBY

[samuraiprosecutor]

The lobby of the Montefaire is the picture of elegance in a warm palette of white, cream, and gold. Its snowy marble tile floors are flecked with grey, and the thick ceiling-to-floor colums are a striated gold. The furnishings (some of which are antique, and all of which are luxurious) make up several large but deceptively cozy seating areas, one of which centers around a large, gilt fireplace. The front desk, a white, laquered piece accented in gold, is nestled to one side; here visitors should go if they'd like to arrange an overnight stay rather than catching a worldhop home immediately after the party ends.

Re: BALCONY

[oceanicbutterfly]

Karen was awestruck by the elegance of the hotel lobby as she walked in. It took a lot to get her to stare at her surroundings like that, but "a lot" was certainly what was here.

It didn't take her long to make her way over to where the fireplace was, gift (consisting of some of Komachi's mamedaifuku and a pair of figurines--they were characters from some video game who bore a truly bizarre resemblance to Mr. Wright and Maya) in hand.

[probablythebutz.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Karen!" Out of nowhere, Larry appeared. Being as tactless as he was with no consideration for personal space, he threw his arm around Karen's shoulders. "Glad you could make it!"

RE: LOBBY

[humanwitmutants.livejournal.com]

April's walk slowed as she approached the entrance of the hotel. She should have been expecting something like this- but the opulence that surrounded her still made her give a small sound of wonder. Smiling a bit and shaking her head- She should have guessed Edgeworth would pick someplace so elegant. In her hand was a small thin package a half gag gift with an actual present in it.

"Wow."

[oceanicbutterfly]

When you have friends like Nozomi, having your personal space abruptly invaded starts to become a regular occurrence. After a while, even someone like Karen will learn to suppress her instinctive urge to scream and jump about ten feet into the air.

Tensing up is essentially unavoidable, though.

"Ah--h-hello, Larry," Karen said, just before taking a deep breath to try to calm herself down.

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

Mikaela was glad she's decided to err on the side of ritzy for this when she saw the hotel the party was being held at. One of her little Target or thrift store dresses (but don't tell her friends, who thought she had a source for some unknown designer) definitely would have looked out of place here; the one Bruce had bought her for his gala most certainly did not.

Trying her best not to look overwhelmed, clutching her bag--her gift for Phoenix tucked inside--she went to the desk to find out where the party was, then turned and started making her way through the lobby, still looking around appreciatively.

[probablythebutz.livejournal.com]

Taking it upon himself to lead the way (who better to direct people to the party than the man who had the awesome idea of hosting this shindig in a hotel in the first place?), Larry spent the first hour walking between the lobby and the ballroom, making small talk with the ladies in between greetings. On his fifth trip out, though, the only lady that caught his eye was the cute one dressed in a classy blue number.

Brushing his hair back, he smoothly sidled up to her and grinned. The party guests could wait. "Do you need directions?" he asked. "'Cause Heaven's a long way from here."

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

She was glad she'd seen him coming out of the corner of her eye, or he would have made her jump and messed up the 'dignified' thing she was going for. She turned, her grin matching his--and then she started to laugh. "Why sir," she said playfully, "I think you have me confused with someone else~."

Re: LOBBY

[awakeningadvent.livejournal.com]

Entering the lobby of the hotel, the first thing that occurred to Giro was "Wow." Just the front room of this immense building was more than he'd ever seen before, even considering all the places he's gone in the capacity of his delivery job. A small gift was held in one hand, and he held it to his body as he glanced around, half still soaking in the atmosphere, half looking for anyone he might know.

Re: LOBBY

[breakhisknees.livejournal.com]

If you knew Cross Marian, his visage was very hard to miss. A head of newly cropped short red hair, and a very smart - almost flashy black suit that had looked like it took a lot of effort to make it seem less flamboyant as Cross' clothes usually wore. Of course, he came in with a woman on his arm, though by the end of the night, he might end up in another woman's bedroom, no one ever knew with Cross.

... or one could call him Algernon. He sought out Phoenix, with a little girl trailing behind him.

Re: LOBBY

[fillmydarksoul.livejournal.com]

Pretty fancy, Trish thought. She came actually dressed up (meaning she wore a jacket over the corset) and had her hair up. She didn't know who Phoenix was, but if he threw a good party, who was she to complain? Though, from the looks of it- and the looks that people were giving the demon - it was pretty stale. Trish sighed, she kind of wished that she brought Dante or Lady with her with this. But, a part of her wanted to come alone to this event to see what happened.

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

Mikaela couldn't help but eyeball the chick in the corset--she kind of stood out in the swank surroundings, as much because of what she was wearing as because she had the balls to wear it here. Mikaela had to admit, she was impressed; she wandered over.

"Nice outfit."

[fillmydarksoul.livejournal.com]

Trish pulled down her sunglasses and gave Mikaela a smile. It was a welcome change to the sounds of disapproval from one woman and Trish had almost broken the woman's nose, but whatever.

She put her sunglasses away and greeted Mikaela, "Thanks, babe! I don't suppose that there was a dress code, right?"

Re: LOBBY

[pink-scrubs.livejournal.com]

Angie had to think twice about attending Phoenix's birthday party. Sure, she considered him a friend... and a fairly good one, at that. But after the last virus... well. She had been avoiding him vehemently so they wouldn't have to talk about the after math. After she spent her entire lunch break staring at the invitation, however, she knew she couldn't not go. It was a birthday party, and it would have been rude not to show up.

And so, at the designated time, she walked into the hotel lobby. It was a ritzy place, and she imagined Phoenix had some rather well-off friends if they were able to secure this hotel for the party. She was dressed in a conservative black, long-sleeved dress-- something not too dressy, but definitely more formal than what she wore on a daily basis.

The nurse clutched her gift in her hands and searched the lobby for the guest of honor.

Re: LOBBY

[attorneyatlol]

Having arrived early, Phoenix was already on his way out of the ballroom when the party began. As he walked, he wondered why on Earth the restrooms weren't closer. One would think that, with a room so big, the hotel would expect it to be occupied by several people at any given time--several people who would very likely need to use the restroom at any given time.

Luckily, Phoenix wasn't in dire need or else he might have missed her entirely. As it was, he'd already passed her up and had to do a double-take to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but the long, blond hair was unmistakable. Restroom forgotten, he turned on his heel and headed back in her direction. "Angie?"

[re-formed.livejournal.com]

(( Laaate. >.< ))

David and Marie were feeling slightly underdressed. Granted, they had been expecting something nice, and had dressed appropriately (button-down shirt and khakis, a blouse and ankle-length skirt), but...not appropriately for this.
But somehow, within a few minutes, David's posture has changed to project the idea that he has the perfect right to be here, doing whatever he wishes. Which at this point means delivering a wrapped package containing a pound of nice coffee and a copy of Casablanca to Phoenix. Marie notes the change, but she's used to things like it.

So, where is Phoenix?

BALLROOM

[samuraiprosecutor]

The design of the lobby carries over into the hotel's various meeting rooms. For this event, one of the smaller rooms has been outfitted with tables, which are draped in white linen tablecloths and set with china and silver place settings. One wall is lined with several long buffet tables; instead of a more traditional banquet set up, the tables are covered in warming trays with several entrees, and there are smaller tables for sushi, salad, a display of local cheeses, and a made-to-order pasta station. For a sweet end to their meal, guests can visit the chocolate fountain at the end of the buffet line, where they'll find an assortment of goodies ready for dipping.

When dinner is done, it's time to work it off on the dance floor! Thanks to a bit of 'gentle persuasion' from Larry and Maya, Edgeworth arranged for some musical entertainment. Half of the room has been taken up by a polished wood stage, and a DJ presides over it from his station at the far end of the room. As Larry is responsible for the music selection guests can expect some classic rock (both 'classic' by current standards and 'classic' by their standards, which would encompass everything from the '70s to the early '00s). Of course, the DJ's always willing to take requests!

[maraich]

The first thing Maraich thought upon entering the hotel was that it didn't look very Phoenix-y. For a brief moment he had to wonder whether he was even in the right place. It was much too elaborate and expensive for Phoenix.

At least he was dressed for the occasion in a simple, but elegant satin top and bottom. Both pieces were a dark, luxurious purple. The top hung slightly off his shoulders with long sleeves and a small, detailed design of a rose on the right side. The pants were made of the same fabric and ruffled out at the bottom. What little could be seen of his shoes showed that they unsurprisingly matched the outfit, although the heels seemed smaller than normal.
He carried Matthias into the room with one arm and held the cake in the other hand. He hoped that it was enough for all the guests - it was a rather normal sized cake. Although he was no professional baker he had done what he could to fancy it up. The cake itself was a basic yellow cake - although he went through the extra effort to get a nice chocolate pudding in the middle - with milk chocolate frosting, just like Phoenix had mentioned. He bought a few colorful tubes of frosting to decorate the top and some sprinkle to let Matthias throw on it. Because of that the majority of the sprinkles were on one side of the cake.
All around the edge he'd drawn a swirly pattern in red and in the middle he'd written "Happy Birthday Phoenix" as neatly as he could with blue frosting, making the two "i"s red neckties. At least if one thought about it for a second they would realize that they were supposed to be neckties.

He headed straight for the table to set the cake down. It was becoming quite a pain carrying it along with the baby.

[attorneyatlol]

It was still early and not many people had arrived, so Phoenix spent the majority of his time wandering around the ballroom, not quite sure what to make of its sheer… everything. Renting out a ballroom must have cost a pretty penny, one he was sure neither Maya nor Larry had to spare. Phoenix had his suspicions, of course, but his thoughts were cut short when he caught sight of Maraich and Matthias.

“Hey,” he greeted as he came up to them. His attention was immediately diverted by what was on the table, however, and he couldn’t help but grin. “I see you brought the cake.”

Re: BALLROOM

[shinra-pwnsjoo.livejournal.com]

Rufus managed to hide from Dark here for a while. He found it amusing that Edgeworth actually had a musical taste. He started his search for Phoenix, or a table where he could dump the present. If he wasn't seen, that was good or if he was he could always curmudgeon his way out of things. It was a skill that very few underestimated him in.

BALCONY

[samuraiprosecutor]

One of the selling points of the Montefaire Hotel is its incredible view, and the owners have capitalized on this draw by including public balconies on some of the upper floors. Signs in the lobby direct guests to take the elevators to the 35th floor or higher to find the public balconies, which provide a stunning vantage point for guests to enjoy the bright and colorful Los Angeles skyline. While the weather in LA has been unseasonably warm this year (with nights regularly maintaining a slightly chilly 55-60°F), the winds at that altitude are heavy and guests will have to brave the cold to take advantage of the balcony's benefits. To utilize the view to best effect, at night the balconies are lit only by the glow of the city, but there's a wall switch to the side of the balcony's glass door for guests who would rather ruin the effect of the cityscape by turning on the lights.

For those who'd prefer some privacy, several VIP balconies are also available. Guests will have to reserve them in advance, or pray for a cancellation. These balconies are located on the 38th, 39th, and 40th floors, and each is reached by its own small hallway off the main hall, accessible only with a card key.

Re: BALCONY

[shinra-pwnsjoo.livejournal.com]

Only Rufus would crash a party, then be antisocial in it. Though, in his defense, he had never seen a skyline like the Los Angeles one in a very, very long time. It reminded him of the skyline that he could see on the upper plate of Midgar. Though, this was nothing like it. He leaned in his very expensive jacket, drink (already?) in his hand and watched everything that went by. He'd managed to get a VIP balcony (one does not ask how Rufus get things, it involves a very long sequence of events that doesn't end favorably for the other party) on the fortieth floor.

In all retrospect, the blond would join people downstairs in just one moment. He didn't want to hang around anyone else, he just wanted to give Phoenix the gift and leave before Dark realized he stole the car.

[sexforbreakfast.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't have taken long for Dark to have noticed his missing car; he treated it like a living thing and did tweaks on it regularly, where he noticed it was gone when he went down to the basement to check the engine. Finding Rufus in one world out of a million others was always a fun task, but he had a fairly good feeling where Rufus (and his precious car) would be.

"You could've just asked, you know," he said, appearing behind Rufus and dropping feathers onto the stone balcony.

PRIVATE BALCONY

[samuraiprosecutor]

When he found Wright alone, sitting at one of the tables that were scattered around the room and nursing his drink, Edgeworth didn't approach him immediately. Instead he stood to the side, sipping occasionally at his own glass and watching the crowd mill about, all the while slipping stealthy, almost trepidatious glances at Wright.

Almost a minute had passed before Edgeworth moved, smoothly and surely, across the room, and came to a stop at Wright's side. He hesitated there, his brow furrowed minutely, but when he finally spoke his voice was as sure as usual. "Enjoying yourself?"

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix caught Edgeworth’s approach from the corner of his eye (it always surprised him to see the other man dressed in something more subdued, such as the gray slacks and maroon button-down he currently wore; it was nice) and smiled as he set his drink down, raising a hand in greeting.

“Yeah, I am,” he answered honestly. He looked around the room, taking in its appearance for what must have been the umpteenth time that night. “I can’t believe Larry and Maya managed to book a place like this…” The statement was followed by a subtle glance in Edgeworth’s direction.