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Optional pack celebration! Takes place in the ballroom of the hotel, and everyone was told in advance through the grapevine to have something nice to wear (or nothing—up to you!). =D There's a small stage in one corner (it is a ballroom, afterall) for people to sing or play an instrument, and next to the stage are some liquer bottles, but feel free to bring some, as well! A semi-formal ball/party thing!
Twilight was coming, and it had been a number of hours since noon, when the sun was at its highest point in the sky. This day was special for the Miracles pack. Though he had not been there for its creation, Vigilante had arrived less than a month later, and he knew that this day was the anniversary of the pack's creation. The Miracles pack had been thriving for a solid year now, and that was something that was certainly worth celebrating. He and Ruri had discussed it and decided on a formal, or semi-formal, ball or party to celebrate. The King had deemed the ballroom of the old hotel a wonderful location, and the plans had been set in motion. He had done his part, and he was certain that she had done hers as well, to spread the word that members who were interested in dressing up should wear their best. It wasn't a requirement, but he thought it would give a certain flare to the party.
The usually naked King had even found a nice suit jacket in a large enough size for him. It was dark navy blue, and though it was a bit short on him (he was significantly taller than even the larger humans), Vigilante thought it would be fun to be in the spirit of things. He had even found some alcoho and stashed it by the small stage, knowing that some of the pack's members would enjoy it. Of course, he would abstain from it as he always did. It was his way, and he did not find it bothersome when others drank, so he did not see any problem. He was excited to call the pack together for this, nearly the opposite of how he had felt when calling the pack together to announce that Jacquez was gone and he would be taking over as the new King, at the decision of both himself and Ruri. Calling the pack together under such different circumstances was an exciting idea for the doggish King.
When he felt that the room was set up and ready for the party-goers, it was close to seven at night (though of course, the actual time was unknown to him). He had wanted a time that was later so that the party could go well into the night, but not so late that no one would want to leave their homes. He lifted his head to the sky outside the door to the hotel, deep voice calling for the pack to gather and announcing the cause for celebration before he returned to the ballroom. As members began to arrive, he smiled to them in turn. Today marks the one-year anniversary of our wonderful pack's formation. I welcome you all to celebrate such an occasion!" he said with a grand sweeping gesture to the ballroom. It was strange for him to seem so joyous, but he could not help it. Their pack was prosperous, and this was something that should—and would—be properly celebrated.
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