Midnight masquerade Open to All.

[somepartsbroken]

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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[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.

[what_ho_jeeves]

What ho, what ho, what ho, Fishy! [Bertie is drunk, and therefore Visscher has just acquired a nickname in the true Drones Club fashion of someone getting drunk and shouting out something stupid. Many of Bertie's friends at the club have received nicknames this way, those who didn't already come with school nicknames.]

I'm have a grand old time! Everything is oojah-cum-spiff. Most establishments of drink of my acquaintance get a bit pipped if you climb onto the stage and start singing, but this one bally well encourages it! It's the tops!

[frontier_doktor]

Fishy?

[Is he making fun of him? Wait. It's Bertie. He's probably not making fun of him. Still, there's that little edge of paranoia that jabs him and makes him believe, briefly, that maybe his name might sound a little stupid in English.]

[Bertie doesn't seem as though he has a harmful bone in his body.]

I like to sing a bit, myself. But I'm still working up the stamina [courage] to get up there tonight. I'm impressed you have it in great quantities.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Whosoever has spirits [He raises his drink], has stamina and bravery in abundance.

You should get sozzled, then ascend the stage. I guarantee you will fear nothing. The most horrid music critic of the age could be in the audience and you will think "I'll show that rotter what's what." Truly, alcohol is a marvel.

[frontier_doktor]

Jawohl, Bertie, but I am German and it takes significant effort to get me sozzled.

[Or at least, that's what his excuse is. It couldn't at all be for the fact that his blood is being filtered in inhuman amounts, the creature rooted into him taking care of all the toxins he takes in.]

[Nope, it's because he's German.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[This seems like a perfectly reasonable excuse to Bertie and he accepts it without question.]

That's a dashed difficult tragedy. I couldn't imagine a life where one could never be filled up to the back gills. How on earth do you ever manage to attempt dangerous feats that you shouldn't? Or talk to girls whom you don't know?

[frontier_doktor]

Well, quite frankly I uh...

[He motions up to the stage, and shuffles his feet, and stares at the toes of his shoes as if they are going to finish that thought for him.]

...I don't.

[He does it without the aid of his shoes.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie looks at Visscher with huge sad eyes, like Visscher just told him that he grew up in a cell partaking of naught but bread and water and deprived of all human companionship.]

Truly, you have never lived. You've probably never played dinner roll cricket either.

[Bertie makes up his mind to help.]

Do you know the song "Anything Goes?"

[frontier_doktor]

Dinner roll cricket? [He sounds completely baffled there. He's never even played normal cricket. But in general, he's not a sporty individual, so that's not surprising.]

I don't, but I suppose they give you the words on the screen. If I have the notes I can follow it.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Yes, you see, it's like cricket...actually, it's not very much like cricket at all. Except it involves a ball, which is actually a dinner roll, which you fling at a dining companion who is prepared with some sort of bat, usually something found about the premises, like a soup ladle. And the chap with the bat tries to hit the dinner roll back to the chap who threw said dinner roll.

It's all great fun. [He sways a bit.]

Right-o, notes! Allow me to write you some.

[And he takes a napkin from nearby and scribbles down things like "the melody goes uppish a bit at this part and then down a great deal and then ends somewhere in the middle"]

There you are.

[frontier_doktor]

[As he sways, Visscher moves forward to take his shoulders in his hands and make sure he's steadied.] Are you sure you shouldn't have something to eat? Perhaps that performance took a bit out of you.

[His concern is for Wooster before performing, in any event. Though at the writing of actual notes, rather than musical ones, he gives Bertie the most boggled of looks.]

I didn't- [Well he's putting for that effort. He doesn't want to let him down. That looks a lot of hard work on his behalf.] Perhaps later, lets see to you, first.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Oh tish, I'm as fit as a fiddle. A fine and fabulous fantastic fiddle.

[And he gives what's supposed to be a reassuring pat to Visscher's shoulder, but it's a sloppy, limp-handed thing.]

[frontier_doktor]

You don't look up for fiddling.

Please, do it for me. [He gives him a gentle tug, coaxing him over to where he can sit him down.] You can tell me about this song while we get something into you.

[what_ho_jeeves]

If you insist. But only on the condition that you [He points at Visscher's chest like he's afraid Visscher might not know who he is if Bertie didn't point at him.] partake of drink while I recover.

The song is from a topping new American musical and it has a certain thingness to it that I quite like. A spot of philosophy. I'll teach it to you.

[frontier_doktor]

A "thingness"? [Still he takes Bertie to sit properly.] Less drink. Water, lets get some water into you. It's very good for you, actually.

[what_ho_jeeves]

"Thingness." You know, like "thingummy" only more...whatsits.

[He sits at Visscher's urging, sagging in the chair in alcohol assisted relaxation.]

[frontier_doktor]

Well, no one can fault you for being overly specific about your opinions. I am glad you find the "thingness" pleasing. [He doesn't mean it meanly, but he does find himself comfortable enough, finally, to tease Bertie for being drunk. He orders water from the waitress that's closest, waiting until Bertie is situated before he sits himself.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie takes Visscher's teasing well. Mostly, he thinks that Visscher is being wholly serious in his praise for Bertie's vague language.]

I have always had a way with words.

[And he starts to loudly hum the melody to "Anything Goes."]

[frontier_doktor]

[Visscher situates himself and listens. But, then he squints.]

Is that the song?

[He has to check and be sure because, in Bertie's state, he could be humming out of nowhere. But he is listening with interest.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[He stops humming in the middle of a musical phrase.]

What? Oh, yes. Isn't it corking?

[And starts at the beginning, adding words this time.]

Times have changed
And we've often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got a shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today
Any shock they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

[frontier_doktor]

Okay, okay.

[He motions at Bertie to keep going, leaning forward and nodding his head as if he's trying to memorize the melody. But then the water comes, and he holds out the glass to him.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

This is where it gets good.

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
But now, God knows,
Anything oh, water!