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

[folkscallmewander]

[He wasn't talking. Maybe he's just amazed at Wander's story.]

Well, yeah, right here. [He tilts his head. Is Tuco alright? He looks a bit distressed. He's probably still nervous because he's new here, and not a frequent traveler.]

Oh! A guide? [He holds his hand up and points a finger in the air.] So you're gonna be helpin' folks all around town, right? [He leans forward again.] Maybe we should can even explore outside the town, too! I've been meanin' to, but as of lately it's gotten more dangerous. You've been hearin' 'bout those creepers, right? [His smile leaves for a moment.] They hurt Mister Dorian real bad.

Good thing the town's real nice and big, so there's still a buncha interestin' things to do here!

[theugly]

[He listens, humming briefly at the mention of the creeper, but otherwise he's silent. Once Wander's finished, he waves his hand in a kind of so-so gesture.]

Out there, I help a man get where he needs to go. My job is to make sure they alive when they come back the other side. Here? [He smiles humourlessly.] Here I relax, comprendes? [On cue, he takes another long sip of his drink.] Somebody needs help around here, they going to have to whine to some other poor bastard.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander nods excitedly as Tuco speaks, but suddenly stops when he reaches that last sentence.]

Oh, um, sorry 'bout that. Wasn't sure what guides did inside the city. [He tells himself that it's a good thing corrected him before he got himself into trouble.] But at least you can give 'em some pointers if they ask you 'bout directions.

[theugly]

[That brief loss of confidence seems like old news at this point. As ridiculous as Wander initially seemed, it now feels relatively natural speaking to... him? It? Regardless, he waves Wander's apology off.]

Sure. Lucky for them, I know how to point just fine. [On cue, he wiggles a whole set of pointable fingers.] But what about you, chango? How's a... [What's a diplomatic way of phrasing it?] How's an orange and blue man keep himself busy around here?

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander sighs in relief.]

That's good to know! Folks'll ask for help whenever you don't expect! [He says so with a tone of understanding as he shrugs and raises his hands.]

Well, first off, I'm normally all orange. The blue's a bit of a mishap with some medicine, but it'll come off eventually. [He giggles.]An' mostly, I've been explorin' the town and helpin' Braska out in his shop, that's the blue-haired fella with the pretty robes, I'm sure you'll find him here. I've been meanin' to go outside sometimes, but everyone tells me that it's too dangerous. But that's okay, there's plenty of stuff to do here!

[theugly]

[Dryly:] A lot of blue going around, huh? [As soon as he says it, up goes a hand, as if to say, "Don't answer that."] But uh... sure. It's a little dangerous. Especially when you small enough to carry. [He smirks, only there's a sort of mock-thoughtfulness going on with the rest of his face.] But who knows? Maybe the creepers are terrified of orange! Or - [dramatic finger point] - maybe you're like a cat!

[folkscallmewander]

I know, I have to be careful sometimes. [Which is why he always travels with his best friend.]

I dunno 'bout that. I'm not exactly a cat! See? [He stands on the counter and lifts his arms, turning around.] No ears, no tail, an' I don't purr. [He stops.] But if I sounded like a cat, would they tell?