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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[timesbureaucrat]

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?"

[most_feared]

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

"Went back. Nothin' better to do."

[timesbureaucrat]

"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?"

[most_feared]

"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.

[timesbureaucrat]

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."