who| Drusilla and [OPEN to multiple threads, villians in particular and preferred.] what| A random convention of evil, complete with snacks. where| A marginally popular nightclub in LA. when| October 8; Evening. rating| Anywhere from PG-13 and possibly up, depending on what levels of violence occur. status| Thread, Open, and Incomplete. notes| Villains are welcome to mingle with eachother in their own sub-threads/branch-off posts, and randomly go forth and wreak havoc in the name of Drusilla's loosely constructed agenda. Invitations will have been spread selectively, and mostly by mouth, though physical invitations to those such as key demon clan representatives or particularly active and respected baddies would have been sent.
The decor had been garish until Drusilla had ordered the glowstick clutching corpses taken to the back rooms. Six vampires in total were needed to subdue the clubgoers while she weaved her way through them. It was like walking through isles of quaking leaves until they'd all been comforted by the look in her eyes. She sent them all to happy places, and when she was finished, they swayed like she swayed at the foot of the stairs. One of her children had been overeager, a pretty new thing; sired rather than hired help.
"Careful, dearie, or you'll get dinner down your dress." Drusilla cooed, dabbing at dropets of blood dribbling down the chin of the small vampire on her right. "You wouldn't want to look dirty and make a bad impression of your Mummy on our guests." The coo became something else, and the stiffs stood a little stiffer for it.
They began arriving shortly after, all manner and species of this and that, each one humming and tumbling over the sides with unspent chaos. She could hear it in the VIP room over the sound of necks snapping. The entranced humans had been lined against the walls and at the bar in neat little groups for attendees to snack on while waiting for their hostess's entrance, and afterwards. If someone got too full, it might put them off the hunt, but Drusilla never threw a party that skimped on detail. Accourding to the words whispered in her ear, it was working out well, and several vampires had worked out an oudurve plan with the representatives from a clan of demons partial to humans; the former drank the blood, the latter ate the body, and both picked their teeth with the bones. Everyone was getting along so nicely! She made several pleased sounds, squirming in her reclined position on the couch before rising. The music told her it was time to make a proper introduction.
Two of her sirees opened the massive double doors of the VIP room, and on cue, the decibles dropped to accomodate for her soft manner of speaking. One of the guests handed her a glass with an ample bowl, and the raised it towards the gathering, several of whom had turned their heads at unnatural angles for a better look.