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paxnarrator ([info]paxnarrator) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-31 00:00:00

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Entry tags:amun, aphrodite, ares, changing woman, coyote, eris, harmonia, jormungandr, mania, min, morrigan, mut, osiris, raijin, raven, sigyn, tlazolteotl, urdr, veles

Who: OPEN
What: Pax Letale Halloween Bash 2010!
Where: The Empty Grave
When: 6:30-9 p.m.
Warnings: Likely any and all. Enter at your own risk.
Notes: This is the party post for all Pax residents and guests in attendance, right up to the moment of transformation. Use your subject line to denote your character's location (i.e. 'By the door,' 'at the bar,' 'on the dance floor,' 'in a coat closet.')

The air in Pax Letale crackled with possibility all day Sunday. All week, excited chatter had filled the hallway and the forums; costumes had been carried in and out; speculation on what the party would entail were whispered. By Sunday, the energy surrounding the event held so much promise that it hardly seemed like just a Halloween party anymore; it was something more, and that sense was nearly kinetic.

The main ballroom in the haunted mansion that was The Empty Grave was expansive, but guests had already begun to arrive. When they entered, they found lush opulence withered and faded; grandeur, but with an eerie pall over it. It was perfect for Halloween - dark, ghostly, with a twisted Victorian edge to it. The bar was fully stocked, trays of h'ors d'oeuvres passed around and more substantial fare offered on ornate platters along one wall. A DJ was already spinning a mix of music that somehow managed to fit the theme and appeal to the eclectic demographic he was serving, and attractive (if ghastly) characters added flavor to the already colorful room.

The night had begun.



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Re: Somewhere around 8:30-ish near the door
[info]whiskey_jack
2010-12-07 08:25 am UTC (link)
Finally. Finally. A smile that was somewhere between relieved and elated crossed Jack's face. Now he could finally just talk to Kami, try to atone for what he'd done to deserve her hatred and anger. Try to prove he wasn't the jerk she believed he was. Try to win her back into his life.

"Thank you, Kami," he managed. "I promise I'll let it go after this. I promise." Putting his hat back on, he nodded once more to the other girl by way of apology, then gingerly took Kami's hand and led her out onto the dancefloor.

This was his only shot at atonement. He was going to make it a good one.

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Re: Somewhere around 8:30-ish near the door
[info]delicatefire
2010-12-15 06:20 am UTC (link)
Naea watched them walk off, much as Kami's enthusiasm was naught. She sighed heavily and looked down at her festive paper plate of olives, carrots and cheese cubes. Yeah. It was time to go home.

She bit her lip and attempted a wave through the mingling people. That... just wasn't going to work. She would have to ask her friend about things later on. Food and sleep were probably best right now--she wasn't much up for mingling and pretty much everyone was occupied. If she felt better, she might. Linnaea just felt, well...lonely. Like someone who should have been here wasn't.

Throwing a napkin over her food, the fairy-girl began her journey back to her apartment. Parties were overrated, weren't they.

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