007; strip my senses.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, Irene Adler, and OPEN.
What: Just another night of expensive debauchery.
Where: The Vault.
When: Sukkardi.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Sexuality, BDSM, swearing, probable allusions to drug use. Sex club, y'all.

Hasi debuts a new costume on Sukkardi: thigh-high stockings, black lace underwear, a corseted wasp-waist, and a sheer black blouse with long sleeves and a high collar. It is so sheer that her torso, aside from her stomach cinched in by the wasp, is visible, including her breasts and the nipple rings she wears. As one might expect, this attracts some attention, accentuated by the fact that in her high heels she is a head above half the crowd. She wears her hair loose, and makes her rounds with charm and a smile; if she is discomfited by recent events in her life, she'll never let it show. This is her job, and her job right now is to make sure everyone else has a good time, that they feel wanted, that they feel that they fit in--and it takes precedence over her worry about reprisals from the Candlelighters.

Plus, she has a wonderful new show lined up, and that gives her something to be pleased about--and good reason to entice everyone she can find to sub-stage B, when her second act of the evening (her first, on the main-stage, with the fire-dancing, is still performed earlier in the night, though this time it also includes aerial silks) occurs. The VIP lounge is especially relevant to her conquest, as she hasn't forgotten her promise to seek out Xenian-friendly high rollers for Xavier.

And now she isn't pretending to be anything other than Xenian.

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[asklepios]

“Dr Xavier, isn't it?”

By this point in the evening, Benevenuta has shed her blazer and she drapes it on the low back of the barstool she slides into beside him; she's done a circuit of the room, making a few interesting new acquaintances (and an appointment, that's for later), and now she's back at the bar for another drink (Sazerac, as before). She's a little flashier this evening than her colleagues typically see her, but she and Charles Xavier have had little reason to cross paths in the workplace thus far - she knows of him, can put a name to face, but beyond that...

What an interesting place to make his better acquaintance. The thought makes her smile, like she's inviting him in on a private joke, but with that ever present hint of some separation. Maybe it's because he's a telepath-- no, probably not. She's wary of that, conscious of it as she keeps her always orderly thoughts on safe paths, but she's just always like this.

"Vanessza Bernát. Trauma surgery.” In case she isn't quite as memorable.

[cerebral]

Luckily it's downright impossible for Charles to forget a face. He turns when he hears his name and smiles upon remembering Vanessza. "Yes, that's right. Genetic counselor working mainly from the Family Clinic, but you know how these things go."

Only after the auto-pilot niceties are over and done with does he remember the nature of this club and what an interesting place it is to bump into a colleague. His forehead creases slightly, seemingly lost in though for a second, as he tries to think on how to continue the conversation.

"If this were any other place, I'd be inclined to ask if you come here often. But I think that's perhaps a little too personal." Best to address the elephant in the room immediately, etc. And best done with some humour to it.

[asklepios]

“That would be very forward of you,” she laughs; lazily playful, not quite flirtatious. (Even at a slight distance, well, they are co-workers and she's generally found not fucking those to be a smart policy. Getting your genitals involved in interdepartmental politics just never works out; just ask Shonda Rhimes.) “But, no-- I was curious.”

There's not really far around personal you can go, when dealing with the Vault as your subject matter.

[cerebral]

"A member of our cohort who works here was gracious enough to give me access to the VIP area." He points upwards at the jellyfish-like structure descending from the ceiling and strains his head backwards for a moment, watching the glimmering lights.

"I'm trying to find some funding for a project. Strangely enough, this place is rather egalitarian, so long as you have the cash for the door fee. Otherwise everyone is welcome, which means it's a good way to inter-mix and, ah, make friends in high places." He turns his full attention back to Vanessza. "If you'll forgive the pun."

[asklepios]

“How could you have resisted that?” she laughs, following his glance to the Ctenophora for a fleeting moment. It's beautiful just to look at; the view from there must be fascinating, and the thought diverts her momentarily. (Only momentarily.) “What sort of project, if I may ask--?”

[cerebral]

"A community resource, primarily for vulnerable people in the city. Either because they're discriminated against here or they were back in their own world." The CiD gets slipped back into his pocket, any necessary notes and appointments having been made.

"It's all nice and well to give people two weeks of shelter, some vouchers and a bit of cash --equal treatment, and then a shove out the door. But for the people who aren't on equal footing when they get here, for the people who need a little bit more time... There's very few places for them to go." He doesn't add and that's not right, but the look on his face says it plainly.

[asklepios]

Not everyone in Baedal has Benevenuta Crispo's experience when it comes to hit the ground running. They don't all have her ability to pass for an ordinary human; they don't all have her lucratively marketable skills. The picture he paints isn't one she has any trouble grasping readily - she knows herself to be an exception, and not the rule.

(By nature. Her birthright and her responsibility.)

After a moment, “When you find your funding-- I would be very interested in hearing more.” In a professional, give me a job here capacity: “My medical background is in non-profit, I was at a clinic in Paris before this.”

If he gets his good idea off the ground...it's worth having a conversation, she thinks, worthwhile enough to wedge a foot in the door before there's even a door to walk through.

[cerebral]

"Gladly." The enthusiasm in Charles' voice is audible, but then a doctor on staff would be invaluable. With the impressions he's made tonight --and now this-- it feels as though all the pieces are starting to click into place quite neatly.

Speaking of which, "I don't think funding is going to be too much of a problem. I could sense that several of the people I met tonight were interested." 'Sense' being more than operative in this case. "The next part is finding a suitable place to work from."

Of course, he would need something like that right when he can't get access to his gigantic mansion. Typical.