the_last_resort | Midnight masquerade Open to All.

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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"Well."

He cleared his throat, pulled at his collar with one finger.

"I went to Low Town a number of times. I mostly stayed out of trouble. I was simply curious about it. And I attended the Academy before any of the reforms. Most of the students there were from the old families. I was not, and I sometimes felt it keenly. Low Town was a place where I could feel--"

Superior, he almost said. But he knew how terrible it sounded, that he went to a place purely so he could look down at the people there. But as an adolescent, teased, mocked for a lilting accent that he only later trained out of himself, he had desperately wanted to sometimes feel superior to someone.

He briskly resumed speaking to cover his unfinished sentence.

"But I knew the songs before then. My father knew them; he is a musician and composer and he collected them for some sort of project he was working on when I was young, before I left for the Academy. The words are often a bit...ah...boisterous, but the tunes can be highly complex and sophisticated."

Well, that was a lot easier. "I bet I could simplify one for a guitar if you gave me the sheet music. Might take me a while. Guitar is sort of an uncomplicated instrument. It can go a long way, but you gotta give it a simple approach with somethin' that elaborate."

Which it was funny, he probably wouldn't have made the same offer for formal music. But something meant to share a good time? Yeah, he'd try that.

He pointedly ignored what he figured Narvin was going to say. It was best to let it go.

"I'll have to write it up, but it shouldn't take long. No more than a few days. Shall I drop it by your room when I have it ready?"

Narvin was glad that his less than stellar motives for hearing the songs in their natural environment weren't probed too deeply. Choices made in adolescence were sometimes even more embarrassing than choices made while recovering from regeneration.

He nodded at that, folding his hands and twiddling his thumbs.

"So..."

He decided he probably should try to make conversation. Just 'cause the guy had been putting a lot of effort into talking to him and he guessed he just wanted a friend that he felt pretty safe around.

"You uh... hear any human music you like so far?"

Narvin blinked, tried to think of any human music he's heard.

"I don't know." A pause. He gestured to the ambient air. "This is human music, yes? It's...not terrible."

Not the most glowing endorsement of Eric Clapton. The sounds were unfamiliar to Narvin, and he wasn't sure what to make of them yet.

"Yeah, he's not too bad. Some stuff I like better, though."

His musical range was pretty wide. When he was younger he favored the cowboy music from the movies his father watched- it made him nostalgic and miss him. Over time he'd broadened his horizons.

"I actually never had strong musical tastes one way or another, much to my father's disappointment. I was a--" He took a moment to think of the English phrase. "...black goat of my House's Chapter. They tend towards the artistic, but I was always more interested in anodes than aesthetics."

"Black sheep." He quietly corrected. "Have you been tryin' to impress 'em with your position for a long time?"

Narvin's hands twitched, startled by the question. He only barely kept the flinch from his face and hesitated a nanospan too long before answering.

"I don't need to impress them. It's no concern of mine what they think of me."

"Sorry to hear that." That sort of statement came either with the idea that someone was an irreparable disappoint or the familial relationship was nonexistent. He was sure, also, that if he mentioned any sort of consolation that he'd get an explanation on how he didn't know the culture very well. So he left it at that.

A shrug.

"I hardly ever think about it one way or another. At home I'm too busy facing down a series of seemingly endless crises. Here...well, so far away from Gallifrey it doesn't much matter who I am, which is a good thing, since I'm not entirely sure who that is anymore myself."

He crossed his legs at the ankles and drew his hands in closer to his body to rest on his lap.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like, to suddenly not be doing the sort of work that you've devoted so much of your life to?"

"I did it once." He picked up a bit a vegetable and turned it around in his fingers.

"Went back. Nothin' better to do."

"I suppose this is my chance to try it. It's difficult to let go."

He thought for a moment of the Black Sun Syndicate and his deal with them. He hadn't really succeeded at letting go of his old ways at all if here he was getting himself stuck in a bad scheme of spying and politics.

He shook the thought away.

"Are you really eating a plant?"

"They tend to complain less than some of the things you could eat, as a majority." Sadly that wasn't even a joke, considering he knew sentient flora. He goes ahead and eats it, because why the hell not.

Narvin didn't look entirely reassured.

"And less likely to try to eat you back, no doubt. But it grows in dirt. I hope they sterilize it before they feed it to you."

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