half psychotic sick hypnotic got my blueprint it's symphonic
The get-together is a sprawling affair, as anyone might have predicted, organized by one Jacob St. Croix; additionally, at the behest of the Prince of the city, who may just be fucking with everyone or may actually have some genuine ulterior motive, it takes place at one of the venues specifically arranged to be on neutral ground. Those who choose to attend are expected to behave themselves and to keep their impulses in check- it seems like a suicidal idea, asking all the supernatural to blend together in one place, but perhaps that's part of the fun. Who will make it through the night?
Seeing as the witches, werewolves, and undead among the attendees are always armed by dint of existing, the scant few Hunters willing to show up are permitted one weapon- just in case. They do, after all, have double the reason to be concerned for their welfare and at the function's existence itself. You had best believe, however, that the retinue of guards strictly under the Prince's influence are keeping close eye on anyone who tries to use the social engagement to further an immediately bloodthirsty agenda- however, manipulations and plotting for other violence outside and after the get-together are impossible to prevent entirely, and perhaps even encouraged!
The Prince thinks you kids are just so cute, you see, with your scheming.
Naturally, the place is beautiful, and not exactly a ballroom affair- though ornate and definitely out of this world expensive, there are pieces of art on the wall varying from hyper-saturated pop art to gorier Giger-inspired works; some of it should perhaps not be seen by young eyes, but no one is foolish enough to bring a child to this affair, one assumes. With high ceilings, a great deal of space, and balconies surrounding the main area where drinks and canapes are served, you can either join the mix directly or lurk from above, though bear in mind trying to stay too far out of the limelight will only serve to attract even more attention. The invitations suggested formal dress was not a necessity; one can show up in artfully distressed hipster gear or the like if that's more suitable, but unique aesthetics in general (of whatever origin you prefer) are preferred.
In short: dress however you want, but look good.
The liquor varies from wine to harder stuff, and yes, there is blood, if you're so inclined. Pretty young things marked with distinctive black velvet chokers, regardless of their owner's gender, are stationed and milling around. Some of them have bite marks on their wrists already, but they don't seem to mind being present. The crowd is thick with monsters and their natural menace, but since this is neutral territory, surely the party can progress without much mind being paid to the predators' auras, right?
Up at the roof of the building, there is a skylight offering glimpses of the moon and stars, clouds occasionally drifting over to obscure their glow. The party begins with the heavy red satin curtains being tugged off that window by an attendant, right at 10 PM sharp.