Midnight masquerade Open to All.

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Who: EVERYONE
When: After Midnight
Where: The Rising Sun
Format: Paragraph, action, etc.
What: A special party held at the rising sun. Dorian has told no one what he's celebrating but all drinks are free as long as you come after midnight with the password. and wearing a mask "Layla" is the password
Warnings: EVERYTHING GOES GUYS! PUT WARNINGS IN YOUR SUBJECT LINES IF YOU GET TOO CRAZY!




[ooc; Everyone can tag into the premade threads or make your own thread at the bottom! This is a party post thread, so thread jacking is cool unless otherwise stated. The only room locked in the club is Dorian's office. And if someone pops that lock they will find a half full goblet of blood on his desk, otherwise it is clean.

He has taken care of rides to wherever drunk people need to go too. And lastly; yes there are condoms in the rooms upstairs, if that is something you want. The Password will have be spoken on with an ad about the party a few days beforehand, it does not matter but the password is Layla. Pretty much tag around and have fun guys~! ]

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ENTRANCE

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It's midnight, but baby. this ball's just starting. Put Cinderella to bet and come play with the monsters.



The Rising Sun had not opened it's doors did not open until Midnight. Music started to roll out loud enough that anyone living near by was SO not sleeping. A large bouncer was standing by the door, his arms crossed. He kinda looked like the love child of Drax and a Klingon, but clearly not someone to fuck with. Behind him just inside the door was a table covered with masks for those whom did not bring one.

If they spoke the password, they got a necklace with a choice of color.

If they did not have the password, then they got no necklace and drinks will be full price. But everyone is welcome in.

[vengeance_driven]

[Niko is willing to do a lot for a free drink, and wearing a mask is low on that scale. He doesn't dress up, though, not this time. Though some of the aliens think it's exotic, which is funny. The mask he picks up ends up matching at least. A little. And his distinctive style makes him stand out.]

[If distinctive, in this case, can also mean "mildly shlubby".]

[Which it does.]

[His usual place at the bar is taken, though, so he has to find a seat somewhere else and look grumpy that he can't be point blank with the alcohol. He wonders if this is some sort of, "Hooray, I didn't die in a fire!" celebration for Dorian. Seems like a pretty good idea to celebrate to him.]

[archeologue]

[Belloq recognizes that slovenly look anywhere. He, in contrast, is in a very nice dove grey suit and a golden mask.

He orders a bottle of plum rakia at the bar and takes it to Niko's table.]

You look like a man who could use a drink, and someone to drink with. I would ask what's wrong, but I think you simply always look like that.

[folkscallmewander]

Wander, still partially dyed blue, strolls right through the door, giving the bouncer a friendly wave. That guy works so hard to keep everyone safe!

He squeaks out a "Layla!" and runs to the table to pick up a lacy mask. No point in holding back in looking mysterious at a masquerade! Besides, it's one of the smallest ones that could fit.

It takes the bouncer calling him back for Wander to run over and get his necklace.

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Once Wander makes it inside, he is quickly scooped up and place up on Dorian's shoulders. Dorian being six foot two was pretty tall. And Wander deserved some height for the party. The vampire had appeared from no where to scoop him up.

"Greetings, I was worried you may not come."

[tawarwaith]

[Tauriel showed up eager to enjoy the party as she had never been to a masquerade before. After a little browsing, she found a mask that fit her perfectly, even if it did not hide her identity all that well. Not that she really could, given her long red hair and pointed ears. The mask also complimented her dark green velvet tunic which was her usual attire for social gatherings, though this time she left the dagger behind.

After a quick exchange with the bouncer, she obtained a gold and silver necklace and then readied herself for a night of celebration-- determined at least not to get too drunk this time.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Captain.

[Narvin greets her. For a man at a party, he's looking very grim.]

Here on duty or for leisure?

THE BAR

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If you have a necklace all drinks are free. Dorian has taken it upon himself to make sure there will be rides and such to take anyone fucked up back to the resort or wherever they live.

There is candy, and snacks all around the bar, even if you do not have a necklace, those are free.

So, drink, party, MINGLE!

[thumbsdown]

[Boone is sitting at the bar, in a relatively plain mask instead of his shades. He's not dressed up aside from the mask and necklace, and his beret makes it pretty obvious who he is. He's holding onto a glass of whiskey, already half drained, and listening to the chatter around him.

Being surrounded by people in fancy masks, he can't help but think back to the Ultra-Luxe back home. The place gave him the creeps from the start, though that was more to do with the White Glove Society's past than their masks. They didn't help, though. Now he's a little wary, even though he figures he probably doesn't need to be. Still, maybe he won't get so drunk here.]

[vengeance_driven]

[Niko goes over to sit beside of Boone, recognizing the beret. He has his mask pushed up on his head. Now that there's enough space for him there, too, he's happy to settle in alongside him.]

Hello! [He orders a vodka.] No extra berets running around lately?

[theugly]

[Do you know what self doubt is? Self doubt is that sickly feeling that crawls around your gut when you think maybe you've done something rather stupid. It's putting greed, hope and wanderlust over the familiar, only to belatedly remember that the unknown isn't necessarily your friend. Self doubt is the naive younger sibling of regret.

The party isn't the party Tuco envisioned he'd be attending. Granted, that's largely because it's not a party he could have pictured in the first place; his frame of reference begins and ends with smoky saloons and dank cathouses, but... no, it's more than that. It's like the place has taken every worry he's dismissed over the past couple of weeks, and turned it into one very visceral, concentrated blob. A blob he now feels trapped in. Where before, he simply had to process that there were monstruos with faces like a pair of slapped bollocks, he's now faced with the fact that they're everywhere, and they're better dressed than him. The unfamiliar "music" doesn't help, either, and same goes for the jumble of letters that supposedly acts as a menu. The place screams of some kind of tacky ostentatiousness he can never hope to understand.

...Of course, that doesn't mean he's not enjoying himself. For every blight causing him to curl his upper lip, something (or someone) else has him grinning like he's just seen a deputy on fire. He's also long since abandoned secrecy over comfort, as evidenced by the fact that his mask has been pushed right up to his hairline; his face was starting to sweat, and the way he sees it, it's hard to get stinking drunk when your mouth is covered.]

[folkscallmewander]

[It would be no exaggeration to say that Wander is having the time of his life. Being a full-time traveler without a steady source of income left little opportunity to join a dance club whenever he wanted, and he's going to enjoy himself as much as he can tonight. This included greeting as many aliens as he bumps into throughout the night, exploring every room filled with food and games, and dancing himself exhausted.

Even someone as energetic as Wander needs to take a break, and as much as he still wants to dance, his legs are tired and he's incredibly hungry. He stops by the snack table to grab a bag of chips before finding the nearest available seat, which happens to be right next to Tuco.

The little orange alien takes a minute to tug the bag open, breathes a sigh of relief, and starts eating while looking at the drink menu. Maybe something non-alcoholic first, since his trough is kind of dry.]

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[Boone is sitting a couple seats down from Tuco, nursing his own glass of whiskey. It's obvious he's only here for the drink, because he sure as hell isn't enjoying himself like most people are. He's still wearing his mask, but it only covers his eyes so he doesn't need to move it to drink. The beret gives away who he is to anyone who's seen him around, but he doesn't care much for being mysterious anyway.

After a short while of him just staring dully into his glass, he glances around himself and spots Tuco. The chairs between them are empty right now, so he can see Tuco's face easily enough. He doesn't recognise it, though. Normally he doesn't bother engaging people he doesn't know, but Tuco is very obviously a new addition here. Or at least, Boone hasn't met him yet. He figures he should at least find out who he is.]

Haven't seen you around before.

THE DINING AREA

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With out the Disney stuff.

The dining area was decorated fancy, and waitresses and waiters are running around to get orders, now the food was still charged. And if someone didn't tip, well. Their waitress would certainly whisper their name to Dorian. And he would magically see 20% added to their bill. His club, his rules. Never ask a Malkavian about their rules.

Anyway, it is mostly slow blues playing in this room. It was meant to be more relaxing here.

OH, and enjoy the cake. That's free too.

Re: THE DINING AREA

[most_feared]

Agent K wasn't on the job, but he still didn't plan to get drunk. He at least was willing to get in the spirit of the event enough to wear a simple black domino mask. But that black domino mask came with a very serious expression, though. That mask was the only fun his face is showing.

But the food was pretty good, though, so he watched the room in his own quietly aware way as he picked through it. He was at a table alone (which took some effort- he had to wait a while), tucked off to the side where there wasn't much at his back. All the trappings of a man too paranoid for his own good sometimes.

He missed the food at Wu's, surprisingly. Hell knew what half of it was made out of, but he actually kind of missed it. Maybe he could find some near recipes around. This wasn't too bad, though. The music was really nice.

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After awhile a tall figure in red came and pulled a chair across from Kay out and sat. Trying to be mysterious he waved a hand out before him as if to prompt the other to speak. Dorian was just ghosting about to see who all was here. Kay seemed like good people so he figured pop over.

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin had mingled, observed, listened, but now he was feeling a desperate need to get away from the crowd for a time. He looked around, searching for a quiet corner with no people in which to be alone, and found none. But there was a corner that came close.

Kay wasn't a person. His company was restful, undemanding. He padded over to his table.

"Mind if I join you for a moment?"

KARAOKE

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The Karaoke has been moved to a seperate soundproof room Dorian usually keeps locked, and decorated now to match the rest, if you know it he likely has it. The Machine pulls from many worlds. So get drunk and embarrass yourself!

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie has had far, far too much to drink and is currently regaling the room with a rendition of "Puttin' on the Ritz." Except he keeps forgetting the words, humming the missing lines, then coming back in for the bits that he knows. And attempting to tap dance. Bertie doesn't know how to tap dance.

His evening wear is top-notch, however. Tails and black bowtie and tophat. And he's wearing a small, plain white mask.]

[frontier_doktor]

[Visscher isn't particularly good at socializing. Oh he wants to- he gets around people. He talks about the wrong thing or not enough of the right thing. Sometimes he can't manage to talk or can't finish his sentences. And then he gives up and hides in a corner rather than making a further fool of himself].

[Singing is where a lot of his shyness ebbs, though, and that's what leads him into the karaoke room. To witness...]

[...whatever Bertie is doing.]

[He stairs for a little bit, wincing through as he wonders if he should delicately put that it needs some work. Thankfully tact registers and he realizes that's the point of karaoke. Then as Bertie comes down he offers his hand.] You looked like you were having an excellent time.

THE DANCE FLOOR

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The music is a little more lively here, but still blues. Clapton's voice rang clear, but don't worry. If anyone wants to hear something the DJ upstairs with switch the record with his flippers if you ask him and he will play whatever you want.

Dorian can be seen off and on lingering around the corners but he seems to vanish when approached here.

[tawarwaith]

[You can bet that she is dancing here after getting the DJ to switch it up and play something a little more lively. Not that the blues wasn't good music, it was just that she had been corrupted by her escapades during the Blackmoon Festival.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander had been relaxing while listening to the music here, taking a break from running around from room to room, but he could not resist getting up to dance once new track began.

He runs to the dance floor, bouncing up and down to the beat, raising his hand into the air.]

UPSTAIRS; THE PINK ROOM

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The room usually lock was open and had cake inside as well. There were waitresses randomly coming up to take orders or making sure the rule of; no sex in the pink room, was still being followed. Otherwise everything was pretty much cool.

This room is quiet enough to have talks without bothering people, or being drowned out.

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin sat in the room looking like an unpleasant spot of black mould on an otherwise perfect raspberry. While everyone else in the room appeared to be enjoying themselves (a little too much, in Narvin's opinion), Narvin himself was scowling beneath his black full face mask.

He was here for business rather than pleasure, and although the Centauri ambassador's drunken ramblings were currently tedious in the extreme, there was no telling if he might accidentally let slip something useful. So Narvin lurked, nursing a drink while keeping one ear on the conversation at the next table.