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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: Between Entrance and Bar - Kami, Rick, open
[info]piece_o_dat
2010-12-22 05:25 am UTC (link)
"I don't know what your nights are filled with," Rick said, eyeing her unusually named drink again, "but I sometimes leave AMC marathons on at night. All that John Wayne gets to your head after a while." He got his beer, tipped the bartender enough for both himself and Kami. "Plus, I had half the stuff for it lying around anyways, like these boots. What about my little Indian in the Cupboard, what got you going on that?"

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Re: Between Entrance and Bar - Kami, Rick, open
[info]sugar_cycle
2010-12-23 03:29 am UTC (link)
"Honestly? I don't know." Kami hitched herself up onto the stool behind her with absent ease, one heel hooking on a rung to provide a little extra stability. She settled one elbow on the bar beside them and held her drink easily in that hand; her other hand was busy making a vague gesture to illustrate the impossibility of explaining her impulse. "It's not my usual kind of thing and, if you really think about it, it's kind of... Well, just a little cliche and tasteless." She glanced down at her costume and smoothed her free hand down over the soft, fringed skirt. At least it was a better quality fabric than some of the other pieces in the store. That still really didn't excuse the trite and sultry interpretation, she supposed. Memories of her high school years made her conscience twinge a bit and she shook her head.

"You know," Kami began again carefully, "I really, really don't know. I saw it on the rack next to an adorable little fairy costume and, next thing I knew, it was in my hand. Like something wanted me to buy it." She shrugged, dispelling the same feeling that had her looking at other accessories that she normally would shy away from. Then she smiled. "But I look crazy-cute, don't I?" she asked in the voice of a woman quite aware that her assets could stop a red-blooded straight man at ten paces, cheerfully unapologetic and confident.

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