Who: ALL THE FAMILIES. Yes, that means you. What: The get together. Meet and greet. Mostly everyone is in the city by now, or should be. =] When: Today, this afternoon. Where: The Recreational Room/Kitchen (inside)
Oh, what a dreadful day indeed. The time where the gathering would commence. All of the families having received a memo earlier in the week that not only was this the day where they were to gather, but be here by two in the afternoon. Those whom claimed the manor as their home, took it upon themselves to clean up a bit -- Or, as the bathory's like to do it, summon the dead to do it for them. Even with their limbs tearing under the pressure of lifting up say, the couch or another piece of furniture, they still did it. They simply had no choice.
Erzebet made it a point not to care about the afternoon party. While a few of the other members living in the manor took it upon themselves to purchase beverages and snacks, even though it was requested that those coming provide items to consume, LIKE A POTLUCK, if they so could. However, they did have plans on cooking everything on the barbeque in the back, the main course. If Erzebet so recalled, it was steaks and hot dogs? How american. She decided to occupy her bathroom, in rebellion to the party. Perhaps it wasn't intentional -- doing her hair did take quite some time. But, let's just say she didn't take the added effort to get out quickly, and tackle those whom she hadn't seen in ages. Their agendas? A meet and greet. Many haven't ran into each other since they came back to the city, Erzebet included. Yet, did she really want to see them? Most likely, not.
In about three hours, give or take, Erzebet finally made it out the gloomed darkness of her room. Her pale skin catching the light, even shining into her room. One might even say she hissed, seeing the sunlight blast her sensitive eyes. Her attire? Oh the most formal one could get! A layered purple dress, complimented by a purple ribbon tied into her hair, complementing nicely against the onyx black strands. Opposite the purple, was also always the black. The dress had some satin black embelishments around her bust line, and even around her waist. Topped with heavy mascara, and a nude lip, she looked simply classic. Erzebet knew how to work it when she had to, Mmm'kay!?
Heels softly clicked against the hardwood staircase. A soft gulp and a cleanse of negativity through a simple prayer, she was ready for it, like it or not. Erzebet headed towards the kitchen.
( OPEN TO EVERYONE IN THE FAMILIES. DON'T SHOW, GET SHOT. :) ]