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Thread: Group Party
Who: Morden Garrard and his party guests.
When: Backdated to Late on Thursday evening, continuing off into the embrace of eternity.
Where: The Circus, at an indeterminate place in London...and, more generally, in space and time.
What It's Morden's 444th birthday! Which means that good times are to be, as he throws the party to end all parties. As it turns out, it's also the party to end all civilisation as we know it! Expect loud noises, flashing lights, accidental damnation and other such nastiness as the most hedonistic shindig in England kicks up a notch.
Warnings: Well, nothing too bad at the moment. But anything goes, as the old song says, and things could (and hopefully will!) get bad fast.
( The party had started approximately fifteen minutes after sunrise when he'd poured his first glass of gin... )
When: Backdated to Late on Thursday evening, continuing off into the embrace of eternity.
Where: The Circus, at an indeterminate place in London...and, more generally, in space and time.
What It's Morden's 444th birthday! Which means that good times are to be, as he throws the party to end all parties. As it turns out, it's also the party to end all civilisation as we know it! Expect loud noises, flashing lights, accidental damnation and other such nastiness as the most hedonistic shindig in England kicks up a notch.
Warnings: Well, nothing too bad at the moment. But anything goes, as the old song says, and things could (and hopefully will!) get bad fast.
( The party had started approximately fifteen minutes after sunrise when he'd poured his first glass of gin... )