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~! ]

Comments

[vengeance_driven]

He wanted to leave. He'd spent his whole life in Liberty City, wanted somewhere new. We talked about this. But after his sister is gone? There would be no reason to stay. [He messes up his tenses a little, just because he is distracted by missing his angry little friend.]

[thumbsdown]

Yeah, I guess not.

[He's kind of sad for both of them. Starting out somewhere new isn't easy. Boone has friends and a home to go back to when he feels like it, but Niko doesn't intend to go back and Packie doesn't seem to have anything to go back to.]

Think he would've come here if he knew about it?

[Maybe Niko would've been happier here with a friend from home. Or maybe starting over again really does mean leaving everyone behind.]

[vengeance_driven]

I don't know he-

[How do you put drug addiction lightly to a patrol officer. He forgets sometimes, gets completely comfortable. But then he remembers sometimes that Boone is cop, and there's always a chance he could ruin things for someone.]

He has problems. He has a bad history that he deals with differently than I do mine. His ways of dealing with it? Mostly easy in my world.

He was funny, though. Sang to me once when he was drunk. He liked Walt Whitman, and he could draw. But he never showed me anything he did.

[thumbsdown]

[Boone catches that Niko isn't telling him something, but he won't press him for it. It's none of his business how Niko's friend copes with things. It's not like he copes with things much better himself. He doesn't assume it's because of his job, though. He just figures Niko doesn't want to go into it.]

Sounds like he was good to have around.

[He wishes he was better at knowing how to cheer people up like that. He never has the right words, but if he could be funny sometimes maybe he would be. He's no good at that either, though. The best he can do is dry sarcasm that's very rarely intended to be amusing in the first place.]

[vengeance_driven]

He was. Good drinking partner. You are, too.

Not the same way. But I like drinking with people that I feel okay talking to, and I like talking to you.

[Maybe he's been drinking enough that he can be a little more open with liking someone, at least. But his filters could use some work.] People that are messed up like me. Sometimes it is really good to know you're not alone.

[thumbsdown]

[Well, there's no denying he's messed up. He just nods.]

Yeah, it is.

[Niko understands more than anyone else Boone has ever met. He makes for a good drinking buddy even without that, but Boone thinks a lot of the reason they get on so well is simply because they both get each other.]

It's not so bad talking about things with you. It's usually... harder.

[Even though he still hasn't actually told him what happened to Carla, yet. It's easier to talk about how he feels with her gone, though. Maybe it helps that they're usually drinking when they're talking like this. He's close to emptying another glass, and when he does finish his drink he orders another one. So much for not getting too drunk here tonight.]

[vengeance_driven]

I guess it would be strange trying to tell all of this to a very tall blue lady who would want to baby you, even if she lost people too.

[He doesn't know if he could have done it, but then his mind drifts back to Packie's mom. He wonders whatever happened to her- she didn't have any children left to help care for her. She was all alone in her house. Maybe Packie left because she gave up, too.]

[He holds up his glass, then.]

To a good messed up friend?

[thumbsdown]

I told Elle, the courier I was talking about. The others... they don't know all of what happened.

[They know he lost a wife, but they don't know that he killed her himself. They don't know she was pregnant, either. He just... doesn't feel the need to tell them. He lifts his glass and drinks, then sets it down again.]

Hn. Told myself I wasn't gonna drink too much here.

[It's going to his head, he can feel it.]

[vengeance_driven]

[Niko looks at the glass thoughtfully.]

We can be friends without drinking, I think. I will try to distract you instead. [He would rather help someone not drink if they didn't want to rather than lead them into a bad habit.]

[thumbsdown]

Well, I've already got a drink now.

[He's not going to just waste perfectly good whiskey.]

Guess I just won't order another one after this.

[He starts fiddling with his mask. He almost forgot he had it on. He'd push it up like Niko, but his beret is in the way.]

So long as I can walk home, I'll be okay.

[vengeance_driven]

Look at us! We might even make it to bed without falling over! [He pats Boone lightly on the shoulder.]

So uh, you are wanting to do the desert thing. I could tell you where the teleporter office is. Is about the only way to get there easy from here.

[thumbsdown]

Sure hope so. Had a hell of a bruise on my side for a while after the last time.

[He's getting used to Niko patting his shoulder by now, so he doesn't really react to it. They're friends now, so it's more or less okay.]

Still gotta figure out when I wanna head out, but yeah. I'm thinking soon. Maybe I'll just take a day off work so I can look around more.

[vengeance_driven]

If you go out alone, make sure it is very much in the day. At least in the desert you see creepers coming from a while off. They are still green, and it is harder to sneak up.

[thumbsdown]

[Boone tries to imagine sand-coloured creepers with sandy sort of bodies instead of ones like dry leaves. He's glad that's not a thing, because they blend in way too well in the trees. It would just be unfair if they could blend into the desert too.]

Guess during the day I won't have to worry about spiders, too.

[He'll have to deal with the heat instead, but he plans on taking a lot of water and some food just incase. His beret does a good job of keeping the sun off his head, too.]

Seems safer than the Mojave, if it's only creepers I'm dealing with.

[vengeance_driven]

Spiders, too. But spiders do not care in the sun. You should be safe as long as you're there in the day. Just uh... don't go where it is dark. Three spiders in the dark can kill you pretty quick.

[Or one creeper. The fucking bastards.]

[thumbsdown]

Won't be out there long. Just wanna have a look around, that's all.

[He'll have to keep one eye out for creepers, but it shouldn't be too hard to spot them.]

Might not even be anything like home.

[He doesn't see why the desert here would be littered with crumbling buildings and other debris. There was no nuclear war here. Still, it should be interesting to check it out. Maybe he could imagine what the Mojave was like before the war.]

[vengeance_driven]

Okay. Sorry... I just... you know.

You're my friend.

I worry.

[He likes having him around. It's been a while since he's had a friend he's been this close to.]

[thumbsdown]

Don't worry about it. Like I said, I don't die when I'm supposed to.

[He doesn't intend to let any creepers get the jump on him out there. It's nice to know that Niko cares, though. He'd ask him if he wanted to come with him, but he probably has better things to do.]

Stay outta dark places and watch out for creepers. I got it.

[vengeance_driven]

I was wondering. [He looks at Boone curiously.] What is it that you wanted to find in coming here. Your home sounds like shit, but it has lots of good people and you don't seem like the type that would wish to leave good people. Maybe I can help you find what you need.

You know. Not that I want you to go. Just helping you out.

[thumbsdown]

Guess I just wanted to know what else there was. Got it pretty good back home, but now the Legion and the NCR have left the Mojave there's not much for us to do anymore. People are talking about going their own ways.

[He studies his glass.]

Not really looking for anything. Just wanted to know what this place was like, same as the others. Promised I'd come back and tell them.

[And although he doesn't think he could leave Vegas for good, there are plenty of good reasons to stay here for a while. He's got a good job, the food and drink isn't a couple hundred years old, Rex gets to stay with him, he's taken in another small animal for company, and he's made a good friend who understands him. Sure, there are green things that look sad and explode if they get too close, and spiders that can climb over the fence, but there are no deathclaws or cazadores or radscorpions. No fire breathing geckos or ants, no centaurs to spit radioactive sludge at you.]

[vengeance_driven]

Do you think you can bring things back to make that place better? [He folds his hands in front of himself, just watching Boone watch his glass.]

Well, maybe at least I can still help you have a good time without the drink. Come on. I will find you a good song and ask them to play it. Ah... what type of music do you like?

[thumbsdown]

Wanted to maybe take back some enchanted clothes.

[It won't make the Mojave any better, but it'll at least protect his friends. He can't afford to buy anything right now, though. He already spent money on making his armoured coat fireproof.]

Back home we've got a couple radio stations. We listen to Radio New Vegas the most. Plays stuff like Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Bing Cosby. Get to hear what's going on in the Mojave, too.

[His favourite song is Big Iron, but some of the other songs remind him of Carla. That can be a good or a bad thing, depending on his mood.]

[vengeance_driven]

Frank Sinatra! Not a lot of this music is known in Serbia, but Frank Sinatra I know. I'll find you something good.

[He gets up to go make a request, trying to think of songs his aunt liked (and vicariously Roman). He ends up requesting Luck be a Lady, with it sounding bluesier than he remembers in the music. But it's still not bad at all, and he comes back to join Boone at the bar.]

[Then he pauses. And looks embarrassed.]

They have a version of this song in Russian that they would sing at the cabaret. I never knew what it said in English.

[thumbsdown]

[It feels good to hear a familiar voice singing. He misses home again, but otherwise he's pleased with the song choice.]

Maybe I should request something after. Someone you don't know, see if you like it.

[Boone misses listening to the radio. He wonders what's happening in the Mojave right now. Somehow, nothing gets past Mr New Vegas. He even reported on what happened when Boone and Elle chased those Legionaries out of Bitter Springs. One witness said, quote; "God sent us two angels, and at least one of them had a .308 caliber flaming sword of justice - with a telescopic sight."]

[vengeance_driven]

I like many types of music, so maybe. [He wouldn't mind hearing at least what Boone thinks he'd like.] This song reminds me a lot of my cousin. He is not always smart about his gambling, but still, I miss him.