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Baron Samedi ☠ Nate Simmons (baronsamedi) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-10-25 20:25:00

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baron samedi, chernobog, erebos, eris, geb, horus, loki, maman brigitte, marzanna, nephthys, nyx, phobos, set, sif, thor, tiamat

Going to a Dead Man's Party, Pt 1
Who: EVERYONE.
What: CASKET’s 16th Annual Halloween Party!!!
Where: CASKET
When: October 30th, starting at 7 pm sharp! This thread is getting posted early so everyone can get a head start on the festivities, since this weekend will undoubtedly be busy.
Warnings: Anything can happen.
Notes: All right, boils and ghouls, this is how things will go down.

Upon arriving at CASKET, for two hours everyone will remain in their mortal forms. Drink, discuss, have a good time. Please label your thread with the location of your character - At The Bar, On The Dance Floor, Lounge Area, On Stage Singing My Drunk Little Heart Out, In The Bathroom Puking My Guts Out, whatever strikes your fancy.

Let’s have everyone be nice and courteous: please ask before entering a thread in which there are already two people, unless of course you already have it planned that way.

At 9pm sharp, the deities will begin to take over their mortal shells, though not entirely; only certain aspects will show through, whether it be appearance, powers, or whatever. No full transformations. In this thread, you don’t have to worry about the deities just yet - I will post a second thread for that part of the night.

Have at!

Waiting for an invitation to arrive...goin' to a party where no one's still alive...

CASKET was done up with bells - every inch of the club was redecorated for the main event of the year. Though Julian professed to like no holiday above another, Halloween had always held a special place in his heart. Even if, in modern times, it was meant for those of a younger age, that didn’t mean those of a younger spirit couldn’t join in on the festivities as well! And he strove to provide the most elaborate environment possible for everyone to get their freak on. The addition of Pax patrons was a nice touch, or so he thought - with how lucrative his neighbors had been thus far, who knew what could happen next?

Red lights were exchanged for ultraviolet, hoping to pick out and showcase ghoulish specters in their best light. Every bartender was done up in the best make-up money could buy, elaborate skulls painted on their faces and dressed to match with bones detailing arms and rib cages. The stage area was covered in a thick, ground creeping fog, The Crypt Keeper Five’s instruments already set up and ready to take center stage once the karaoke was done for the evening. Multicolored string lights of skulls were hung from the rafters, adding a festive air to the space amidst the spiderwebs and other macabre decorations. Julian was surveying his work, his own face done up in a friendly looking sugar skull, skeletal gloves covering his fingers while a suit made him seem rather dashing despite his dead demeanor.

The club was already brimming with costume guests, ranging from the sexy to the obscene; as long as no one toted a fake weapon, anything was welcome. Lingering by the bar, he watched the entrance to see who might show up first - and to see if a certain wife was going to make an appearance. His mind lingered for the barest of moments over what would be clinging to those curves, but Julian quickly wiped his mind clean of those thoughts. Undoubtedly she’d only be here to cause trouble, nothing more. Instead, he ordered a Blue Voodoo Doll, which a skeletal Yvette handed to him with a smile. With his potentially most loyal ally manning the bar, Julian was ready for whatever this evening might bring; his lips curved into a smile as Oingo Boingo’s No One Lives Forever blared out over the sound system.

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AT THE BAR (soon to be ON STAGE SINGING MY DRUNK LITTLE HEART OUT)

madamdeath
2011-10-26 09:22 am UTC (link)

Absolutely no one and nothing was going to stop Ariana from being at CASKET's annual Halloween celebration. If Julian believed she wouldn't have the guts to show up on one of the busiest nights of the year he was dead wrong. What better way for her to become reacquainted, as it were--the word used ever so lightly--with the club again than to spend an evening among a plethora of appropriately decked out individuals, all of which were eager to enjoy the night's festivities? Ariana arrived at CASKET neither too early or too late, but rather an appropriate, fashionable fifteen minutes after the entertainments had begun.

She could move through the crowd practically unnoticed, given the amount of people inside the building, though no doubt sooner or later Julian would discover she'd arrived. The costume she'd purchased for the evening was, perhaps, a bit extravagent after all. But given that it was for All Hallows' Eve, she wrote off the purchase (including its bold, dominating color) as a necessity. A lady was allowed to flaunt it once in awhile. Ariana wore her hair down, having crimped it into waves that fell loosely across her shoulders; the devil horns upon her head were a nice touch and stood out clearly against the blonde of her tresses. She'd spent a good amount of time making sure her make up was done to perfection before leaving her apartment, careful to avoid overdoing the ever popular smoky eye look.

Seeing everything in CASKET decorated down to the last corner wasn't a surprise. Possibly this year Julian had gone a little too overboard, but Ariana supposed she could excuse that, given his love for the holiday along with his need to overcompensate (for lack of a better term). Picking her way through the crowd, Ariana moved towards the bar, intent on ordering a rather strong rum and coke. While she felt confident on the outside, and knew for a fact that she looked nothing less than put together, there was nevertheless a certain sense of extra comfort to be found in a simple, classic drink.

And whenever Julian had the gall to speak to her, if he dared to, she knew she might need a drink or two in her system to calm her nerves. It was bad enough that their apartments were curiously, unfortunately on the same floor, but nothing good would come from the two of them going at it in the middle of the party. Ariana had assured Julian's recent hire that nothing but business would happen when she was on the premises, but parties like this one often had a way of getting out of hand fast, though certainly CASKET was too reputable of a place to allow such commotions to happen for long. Ariana was refusing to be part of one of those particular commotions; her pride nor her sense of propriety would allow her to be, for hadn't hers and Julian's conflict at Pax been more than enough?

No, she was going to damn well enjoy herself. If that meant knocking a few drinks back and refusing to seek out her estranged husband, then so be it. Reaching the bar, she ordered her preferred drink to start out this evening with, and allowed the liquor to calm any errant feelings she might have about her decision to be here tonight. By her second drink, she was thinking it was almost a gamble she'd made, having shown up at CASKET. But the decision--or more accurately, the alcohol--made her feel empowered, and Ariana's eyes had been straying to the stage more often than not.

Her third drink gave her a sort of courage she in no way minded having, and quietly she decided to sing after the witch wearing a bright green wig finished a tipsy rendition of Adele's "Rolling in the Deep." Ariana would politely disengage herself from the occasional chitchat she'd made with the others on this side of the bar and take the witch's place. She had the most perfect song in mind.

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baronsamedi
2011-10-27 02:40 pm UTC (link)

He was still leaning against the bar, surveying his tiny kingdom when he saw her. Of course she'd make an appearance - it wasn't enough to come snooping around during off hours and bothering his staff. Nevermind that she hadn't wanted anything to do with the club in the past year or so. No, undoubtedly she was merely here to try and make him uncomfortable, perhaps ruin the party in some way. And yet the feeling in the back of his mind that he was assuming too much nearly made him grimace: what was more, it pushed him to move off of the counter and thread his way through the people to where she was standing. The devil costume was elaborate and bright, but it suited her very, very well. She was all color next to his dull coloring, which was a switch when compared to their personalities.

Taking a spot next to her, wondering if she'd move away the moment she had the chance to (though here it was less likely that she'd escape, not with so many people creating a living barrier), he took another sip of his Blue Voodoo and cleared his throat. His line of sight followed hers, right up to the witch currently destroying the song on stage. Karaoke was always a hit, though more with those who were already loosened up with a little liquor. Julian could only grin, because everyone else was so tossed that they didn't care about the cat-like yodeling of the woman on stage. He could only wonder who would be next up in line to humiliate themselves so utterly.

"I bet myself $50 that you'd show up. Thanks for making me a winner, honey bunny." This time he kept his eyes to himself, not looking to see if the wedding band was still there, not going to rove over where the bodice of her dress clung to her hips. No, this was just a friendly conversation. he wasn't going to do anything that would make her feel like she needed to leave - not in such a public space, anyway. No, he'd leave that option for her to decide. In comparison to their last and most recent encounter, he would do his best to behave, which was easy since he was in a place that made him feel the most comfortable. Not to mention, most of the recent, recurring patrons of the bar knew him and not her; everything was in his favor, so there was no reason to not extend a little cooperation to the woman he'd married.

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madamdeath
2011-10-28 05:34 am UTC (link)

At the sound of Julian's voice, Ariana turned to look at him, eyebrows already crinkling together slightly--a display of annoyance that was restrained from anything further only by the alcohol in her system. Julian finding her so early in the night was a bit of a surprise, but she decided that he couldn't help himself, really. To meddle in every little thing going on in CASKET, especially when it involved her, was only in his nature.

Hard to read was his expression because his face was covered with paint, but the mocking tone of his voice coupled with him boldly venturing near her gave away his attitude. Classic Julian, never one to let things go and wanting to exert as much of his presence as was humanely possible when he was inside of CASKET. He was probably getting a real kick out of this, too, knowing full well she'd have to be on her best behavior lest the patrons get wind of what was really going on between them.

It would be maddening if she hadn't made sure to liquor up shortly after she'd entered the building. Ariana regarded him coolly before looking away and taking a sip of her current beverage, determined to not let things go as badly as they had at Pax. Her eyes drifted to the stage again, focusing on the singing witch instead of the grinning skull painted onto Julian's face.

"Don't pat yourself too hard on the back, Julian. I could have just as well stayed home." Her lips pursed at the sour thought of him knowing where she now lived. She continued, doing her best to keep the agitation out of her tone. "But you're right, I did help make you a winner, didn't I?" With a private smile, she gave him a sidelong glance. "However would you have paid for all of this, I wonder." A simple gesture with the hand not holding her drink motioned to the club around them, implying that not only the party decorations but the building itself was included in her statement. She enjoyed the way the extra folds of cloth on her sleeve flowed with her motions, and came to the natural conclusion that perhaps she was a bit tipsy.

She'd give Julian a few more moments to say his piece, whatever nonsense he decided to spout next. And then she would claim the witch's spot at the microphone, unless someone else got there first--which was not going to happen.

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Lounge Area (Charlie)

inclinedfear
2011-10-26 12:29 pm UTC (link)

Rylee gripped Charlie's hand as they stepped away from the bar and made their way to the lounging area, both clasping beers in their free hands which brought a laugh to Rylee's lips. Rylee had managed to get Charlie to wear a dress a third time, although this was more her idea than his, and with himself in a soldier costume, they looked oddly placed with the Sam Adam's Octoberfest bottles in hand.

Rylee stayed close to Charlie, not particularly enjoying party scenes and still not really liking Halloween. He was going for Charlie. She wanted to go to this party, she had picked out the costumes, so Rylee would happily obey directions. It was her birthday weekend after all. But no one said he couldn't drink enough to make himself relax so beers it was. At least this way, Rylee would slowly build up to being trashed, unlike what usually happened when Samuel showed up with whiskey.

Taking a seat on one of the fancy couches, Rylee pulled at Charlie's hand, making her drop down onto his lap. He wasn't sure if this would be too handsy for her taste in public, but dammit, he was going to try. She just looked too god damn good in that dress and it was taking all of his strength not to drag her into a bathroom stall for a quicky.

Halloween had always been a blessed holiday for the pair. They would be inseperable for the weekend and holiday night so it only made sense that as adults they were together again. "I guess if anything scares me I don't have a bush to hide under," Rylee said loudly as he rested his chin on Charlie's shoulder. The cluster of bushes in Rylee's front yard had been his safe haven on many a Halloween night when he was a child until Charlie decided it would be a perfect place to hide and scare other trick-or-treaters. "Although I suppose I could crawl under a table but I think I'm too tall for that. We wouldn't be able to scare people very much from their either."

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eristic
2011-10-27 03:54 am UTC (link)

She'd been in the midst of taking a swig when Rylee pulled her down, so she went, mostly not complaining. The dress had been its own endeavor; after she'd accomplished what she'd meant to with the costume, she'd almost considered getting another set to relieve herself of the burden of wearing a dress for the third time. It had been quite a show getting through the front doors of the club (she'd actually gotten stuck), but once inside, no one had really given her another glance; the beer was definitely helping to take the edge off of her annoyance.

Though she didn't begrudge him the close contact (the opposite, actually - she scooted closer to him, and slung an arm around his shoulders, so neatly brought to her eyes by the line of his costume) she did give a quick glance around to see who might be watching. After a moment, her brain finally kicked in with the who gives a shit and Charlie leaned into Rylee's well-muscled form.

"Hell, if yah need tah hide, yah can hide behind me," she replied, turning her face to his with an alcohol-laced smile. "An' I'm sure we could still work out some scares fer somebody in here. I mean, one'a us gets up on that stage and sings, I'm sure we'd send everybody screamin'," she added, her eyes glancing over to the poor soul currently murdering what sounded like another popular song from the radio that Charlie couldn't be bothered to know the title of. She took another swig of her beer, wrapping her arm a little tighter around Rylee's shoulders to feel the hard flesh underneath the costume.

She leaned over, putting her mouth to his ear, her hand curled around the beer bottle settled into her lap. "Or we could always just go entertain ourselves in the bathroom..."

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inclinedfear
2011-10-27 12:29 pm UTC (link)

Rylee gasped, leaning back slightly in mock pain, "I'm offended!" he proclaimed, "I have a wonderful singing voice." The hurt he displayed on his face quickly broke down into a grin as he squeezed his hand on her waist then gently began to make small circles with his thumb. "I'm sure I could hide behind your skirt and no one would notice. It's certainly big enough."

As she leaned closer, Rylee took a swig of his beer, displaying his best dorky grin. Despite all of the Halloweens they had celebrated together, this was going to be the best, Rylee could feel it. The first Halloween that they were a couple, the first one where Rylee could kiss Charlie and hold her hand and it wasn't all just a fantasy in his head. Quickly, his goofy grin turned into a smirk as he arched his neck to listen to Charlie. Slowly, he turned to face her, pressing his nose against hers and staring at her eyes. "That sounds like a great idea. So long as we weren't caught." As fast as lightning, he gave her a quick kiss then pulled away to nurse his beer once more.

"We can dance again," Rylee added. "Hopefully it won't result in any fist fights. But it's your choice, Lee, you get to decide what we do tonight. It's your birthday weekend."

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Entrance Area (Juliet)

chernobog
2011-10-26 12:42 pm UTC (link)

Nathaniel had done the works: blood red roses, even an assortment of Halloween candies; all presented to the lovely Juliet who looked beautiful in her costume as Little Red Ridinghood.

Nathaniel was ashamed that he had thought, upon Juliet mentioning that she would be the fairy tale character, that she would be clothed in something short, thin and exposing. He had fantasies of that outfit. Then Juliet carefully stepped out of her apartment in the more conservative costume and Nathaniel realized that this was much, much better. It was more of a tease than the revealing costumes on the market, that's for sure.

He supposed his costume was conservative in some ways as well. Wearing a black suit with matching bowtie, Nathaniel simply donned a wolf mask. The big bad wolf to this scrumptious treat.

Juliet had taken Nathaniel's arm as they left his car and made their way to the club and still held onto it gently as they walked in. Looking around, Nathaniel smiled at the business and costumes. "You know, in the town I grew up in, Halloween was celebrated with bonfires and fireworks. The adults didn't really go to clubs and dress up. You're Americanizing me, Miss. Blackwater," Nathaniel teased. He reached for her hand on his arm, taking it in his before exchanging it to his other hand. "What would you like to do, darling? Would you like a drink or to go dancing? Whatever your heart desires, Juliet."

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pavornocturnus
2011-10-27 02:26 pm UTC (link)

Juliet gave a careful survey of the club - this certainly wasn't her usual plan during Halloween. In years past, she'd been the one either out trick or treating with other kids, or else at home, the one giving out the candy as she grew too old to partake in the festivities. But this year she was away from home and there was nothing her mother could say or do about her actions. Smoothing another hand down the skirt of her costume, she was silently grateful for its conservative nature, especially amidst the more liberal and revealing costumes that surrounded them inside of the club. She clung to Nathaniel's arm and hand a little tighter, but otherwise felt nothing but excitement for the evening. Thus far, everything was going so much better than their first date.

And Nathaniel's costume was simple but wonderful as well, complimenting hers (which she was sure he'd meant to do) with just a suit and a mask. Glancing up at him, she snuck in a curve of her lips. "Bonfires and fireworks sound like so much fun, but I'm sure you'll like this too. Uh, maybe...maybe a drink, first?" Juliet wasn't a heavy drinker, or even a social one, but she had a feeling that a little alcohol would go a long way in helping her to relax. Plus, it was just that sort of environment, and surely they'd have something that wouldn't mix too badly with her medication. She gave his arm a light tug, starting to pull him in the direction of the bar.

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Entrance Area (Sean)

eternalearth
2011-10-26 08:11 pm UTC (link)

Sean had gone to the costume store, but as he navigated the aisles, nothing seemed to work. He didn't want to be a doctor, a crazy scientist or one of the fifty million gladiators that seemed to be on the store's shelves. The costumes seemed to be all pop culture references or couples costumes and none of them appealed to him, that is until he saw the gangster suit set. There was something about being the exact opposite of himself that appealed to him. Sean wouldn't hurt a fly, he didn't even eat meat. With the exception of jeans every so often, Sean couldn't remember the last time he had worn pants that zipped, let alone a suit and tie.

So Sean found his one dress shirt in his closet, a black button up dress shirt, and put on a crisp white tie that matched the satin trim on the fedora. He wore a pair of black dress shoes left over from his college days that he was surprised to still own. Over this he wore a black pin stripe zoot suit from the costume shop. costume Instead of leaving his hair to do whatever it pleased, he slicked it back with some gel and pomade, making for quite a different look, he hardly recognized himself in the mirror. As he entered in arm with Karin, he gave her a quick kiss.

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2011-10-28 12:20 pm UTC (link)

Karin smiled, sidling up to him a bit closer. She recognized a number of the faces in the crowd, even if only in passing, but she felt far more comfortable with the anchor of a more familiar presence at her side. Later she would mingle, maybe meet another tenant or two. For now she was content to stay near to Sean, guiding him on an ambling, indirect path toward the bar. Things had calmed down with Fee considerably, and their small, private birthday dinner had played no small part in that. She hoped tonight would continue that.

As they made their way through the crowd Karin threw Sean another appraising glance. He cleaned up well, she found, even if the suit itself was an inexpensive costume rather than something more substantial. He had given her an idea of what to expect, but it was another thing to see it. Luckily he had been amenable - as she had expected - to avoiding the couples' pitfall of complementary costumes. Where he had gone a bit old school, Karin had taken the precisely opposite route. The worn sorority tee shirt she'd found at a thrift store; the unnecessarily short track shorts were here own, as were the running shoes, in which she would absolutely not be running. Her final accessories were a deliberate look of confusion and a manner of walking that showed her to be utterly lost, the modern damsel in distress. She was quite proud of her costume of Every White Girl in a Slasher Flick, and had had no intentions of changing it once Sean had announced his own choice.

"So," she said, squeezing his arm. "What's the plan for tonight?"

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Entrance Area (Richard, James)

sifwheat
2011-10-27 04:51 am UTC (link)

Lucy wasn't really big on clubs. She'd gone to one or two of them on a group outing, but not enough to really be familiar with the atmosphere. She preferred outdoor settings to loud, confined ones, but she wasn't about to miss out on the Halloween party everyone at the complex was attending. She was hoping James would be there. She hadn't seen him since the incident, and she couldn't decide if she wanted to change that or not. Part of her did, because there was a part of her that was always up for seeing him. She was hesitant though, because what did you say to someone after you lost all of your hair on their couch?

She wasn't about to waste time thinking about it, there was a party to take in. With a little help from her new friend Richard, Lucy had settled on the bell bottoms. She hadn't been able to resist them when she saw the bright daisy patches someone had affixed all over them. It didn't take her long to find the rest. She wore a bright yellow t-shirt, a long, tan, ultra suede vest that no animals were harmed in the making of, a pair of large, round sunglasses with pink frames, a chain that had a large peace symbol dangling from it and topped it all off with a daisy chain head band and a pair of platform sandals. It wasn't anything new or inventive, but she was okay with that. It was a costume that gave her enough coverage to feel comfortable in.

She gave Richard a wide smile and surveyed the area. There was so much activity she couldn't figure out where to look first.

"I don't know where to start!"

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atrickstertype
2011-10-27 07:30 pm UTC (link)

Now, wasn't this a hell of a thing? As much as the past few weeks had sucked (and oh, had they ever sucked) this party had been one of the few solid things he had to look forward to. And it was, to be fair, pretty much the only plan he had made in recent memory where everything had gone right. The club looked great, screechy karaoke or not, and he was arriving with a date that was both beautiful and funny. That alone was enough to set this near the top of his list of holiday parties. Add the fact that he had found an amazing costume, and that he had an interview for a new job already and, well, Richard had decided that this was going to be a great night. The strange shit that had been happening to him since he got here was not going to happen tonight. No blackouts, no strange feelings of deja vu, no mood swings. Tonight was a night for partying.

He shifted in the bomber jacket, already starting to wonder how long it would be before he was in shirtsleeves. The bomber, and the goggles and cap that came with it, were the spoils of his trip to the costume shop where he had met Lucy, and he knew that he looked good in them. On the other hand, both the hat and the jacket were lined with wool. If he didn't want to end up sweating like a teenage driver... No. No worries tonight. He'd figure it out.

At Lucy's question he turned and grinned at her. "We'll get to everything, don't worry! How about bothering the corpses for a drink, first?" He nodded over towards the bar. It was, he had to admit, impressive how much effort had gone into this party. Apparently not even the bartenders went halfway. "Can I get you something?"

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AT THE BAR--for now..? (Vanessa)

counterbalance
2011-10-27 10:21 pm UTC (link)

October had been damn uncomfortable for Idris. Everything had gone from bad to worse so fast; strange how a few dreams and a dead plant could lead to random encounters and...enjoyable situations to varying degrees. He wasn't entirely regretful about his personal activities this month, but he'd already decided this party at CASKET was going to be the thing to cast off the old and bring on the new. November had never looked better.

Vanessa had offered to front the cab bill this time, given he'd paid their way twice by now. With a well-placed remark about the third time being the charm, they'd ridden to the club together, both dressed appropriately for the occasion. Halloween might only be an excuse for people to dress up in outlandish, garish costumes, but Idris didn't mind joining their ranks. His costume wasn't so much on the side of garish as it was a true classic (though he didn't have a swashbuckling bone in his body), and he'd enjoyed the appraising look Vanessa'd given him when he'd showed up at her door to lead her downstairs.

Vanessa was dressed far more elaborately than he was, her curls piled high on her head and her cheeks marked with a definite blush--natural and otherwise. The dress she wore suited her, giving her a royal sort of air that reminded him vaguely of how Benjamin had looked when they'd all three gone to CASKET together. It was an odd thought to think, for they were both incredibly different people, and yet there it was, all the same. Funny what outfits could do for a person's appearance, for their attitude.

There was a minor mishap of Vanessa's skirt getting caught in the cab door as she tried to exit the vehicle, but they'd nonetheless arrived safe and sound. They'd broken in the night by tossing back a few shots and were both on their second drink--Vanessa's bartending expertise came in handy here, as she knew just what to order to make sure their night was properly enjoyed in a vaguely hazy, tipsy manner. Under the alcohol's influence, the glare from the lights strewn across the club seemed to slowly intensify.People were mingling in every corner, as far as Idris could see, and their voices served to drown out a few bad memories still lingering in his mind, as did his conversation with Vanessa (not to mention the brave souls who dared to sing karaoke, their screeching more than enough to keep him from remembering the more disturbing moments of October).

Idris hooked a boot on the bottom rung of Vanessa's bar stool, giving her a grin fueled by general mirth, although it might've been one part alcohol influenced. "Have to say, you know how to work the royalty look." He motioned to her costume vaguely with one hand. "It suits you."

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Re: AT THE BAR--for now..? (Vanessa)

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2011-10-28 02:17 am UTC (link)

Vanessa had been beyond excited when she had found the flier for the Halloween party at Casket, something like this was exactly what she needed. In October she had been sleeping less and less, having those atrocious night terrors. Once, the man that had been chasing her had turned into a giant snake, hissing as it chased her down the halls. The night terrors had just been the start of everything though. The strange night vision had been the worst, since it had led to a collision with Richard, and a very odd conversation. She was never able to figure out why her vision had suddenly gone so strange, and it hadn't happened again. The eye doctor thought she was absolutely batty and simply gave her a new prescription for reading glasses instead.

She had to admit that she was even more excited when Idris had agreed to take her up on her free cab offer. There was simply something about him that she couldn't put her finger on. He was after all, the first person she had met at Pax, and definitely the person she was the most comfortable with, but there was something more to it than that. As they drank at Casket, Vanessa couldn't get over this strange brother/sisterly feeling she suddenly felt towards him, but what made it even stranger was the fact that she was definitely still attracted to him. Of course after all that happened, Vanessa really didn't care or even think about anything one bit, it was just there as yet another strange thing to add to what had become her life.

She had taken her costume one step further and attached the knee highs to a garter belt, so that she didn't have to pull them up every time she decided to move. "Why thank you. I have to say, you definitely work the Zorro look." She laughed as she ordered them a round of shots, red headed sluts to be exact (Jagger, cranberry, and peachtree schnapps). Vanessa was turned around on her stool to face Idris, and she uncrossed her legs to rest her feet on the bottom rung of Idris's bar stool. "I'm glad to have found someone who appreciates getting drunk every once in awhile as much as me."

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Headed TO THE BAR (Vanessa, Idris, open)

riseoftheson
2011-10-31 12:29 am UTC (link)

Halloween was really not Victor's favorite holiday. It was based on some ancient stuff, to be sure, which Victor was all for, but the history behind it all had long been last. What use to be a day to herald in the close of a summer, the harvest, and the remembrance of spirits, things lost and all that... now it was all about how outlandish or just downright slutty one could get their costumes, how much candy kids could grab, and just another excuse to drink too much, pretending to be someone or something else for a night. The drinking part, to be completely honest, he didn't have much of a problem with. But the rest... he could really care less.

But, regardless, here he was. He had been meaning to explore this Casket club place before now, but, the party was as good an excuse as any. And he even dressed up. Nothing too garish - he thought the idea of a cowboy suited him pretty well anyhow. Now he just had a little plastic gun and a star pinned to his chest to make it all the more obvious. It was a pretty simple http://www.lingerieoutlets.org/UploadFiles/sexylingerieoutlets/Product/OriginalThumbnail/Gun-Slinger.jpg. And to give it a finishing touch, he didn't shave that morning, letting a bit of shadow grow along his jawline and cheeks. A wide brimmed leather hate rested easy on his head. Rugged cowboy. Yeah... that worked.

The club was pretty impressive, though all the people running about in their costumes made him a smidgen uncomfortable. He didn't know... well, anyone, really. He probably should have been a bit more social in the last week or so. Nothing a few drinks wouldn't help, of course. It seemed like most of the patrons were already quite a few in ahead of him. He had arrived a bit late. It was probably just a little before 9pm. Good thing he was a quick study.

As he stepped towards the noticed the woman, Vanessa, sitting at the bar, tossing back a shot of something or another. With the lime chaser, he figured tequila. That brought a small smile tugging at his lips. She did kind of seem the tequila type... Not that he knew here very well at all. But she was pretty much the only other person at Pax he had even spoken with as of yet.

There was a man sitting with her. For some reason, even though the man's face was partially obscured, something in Victor rankled a bit at the sight. Something about the way the man was looking at her. Or maybe it was the grin drawn across his expression, like a second mask. Somehow... irksome.

Victor shook off the feeling, not even noticing that he had somewhat been staring. He didn't know this guy from anyone else. It could be Vanessa's brother. Or her best gay friend. Or her... boyfriend. None of his business. The guy looked... harmless enough. Right.

Victor snorted, and hailed the bartender. He really needed a drink.

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Re: Headed TO THE BAR (Vanessa, Idris, open)

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2011-10-31 02:25 am UTC (link)

When Victor hailed the bartender, Vanessa noticed him. Part of her was torn, she was enjoying her conversation with Idris and wanted to continue it, but she was the type of person that had to say hello to someone she knew, especially someone that clearly wasn't here with anyone else. She slipped off of her stool, telling Idris that she would be right back and made her way over to Victor in her white much too tall high heels, which was no easy task considering how much she had to drink. "Victor! It's good to see you made it here and so good to see you again. Why don't you come sit by me and Idris, we're getting absolutely sloshed and you simply must join us." Not taking no for an answer, Vanessa headed back to her bar stool next to Idris and patted the one on her right for Victor. "Idris meet Victor, Victor meet Idris and Idris, be nice." Why she was warning him of that she didn't know, it wasn't like Idris to be rude to anyone, not that she knew of, but it seemed an appropriate warning, and she rested a hand on Idris leg with a grin. "Tequila for all."

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Back at the Bar (Nathaniel)

baronsamedi
2011-10-31 01:51 am UTC (link)

After threading his way back through the crowd to return to the bar (having dealt with Ariana and her sudden, all though not too surprising need for attention), he waved down a skeleton and got a glass of straight rum on the rocks in order to calm his nerves. It wasn't dissimilar to anything else he'd handled before, but the blatant outline of just how close to the razor's edge the club had come toward being associated with that kind of press was far too close for his liking. He covered his anxiety as best he could with a grin at the bartender, who flashed one in return, restoring his confidence with both people and women in general. Even if his wife was proving to continue to be a difficulty, well, there were more fish in the sea. Once things were figured out.

For the moment, though, Julian looked for a more masculine companion, needing something to take his mind off of the prior event. Nothing else was proving to be too disastrous, and thankfully the Crypt Keeper Five was just now taking up their instruments to start beating out a few tunes now that the karaoke was effectively shut down. That was the issue with public events; it only ever took one bad apple to ruin it for the rest of the populace, and Julian sincerely hoped that Ariana was feeling embarrassed for her antics. Undoubtedly the subject would be raised again between them, but for now, Julian leaned against the counter of the bar and felt like a fixture inside of the building. Hoping that his makeup wasn't running (and if it was, not too badly), he took a deep drink of the rum and felt the liquor sizzle through his nervous system. Glancing to the side, he took note of another, younger man who's date suddenly turned on her heel and ran in the opposite direction of him.

"I hope you didn't do anything too badly to upset her," Julian offered, after his eyes had followed the path the young woman took, around a gargantuan patron and in the direction of the bathroom. It could have just been to powder her nose, but the young lady seemed flustered. Maybe she and his wife would gossip in the rest room, hash out the horrors and terrors of men, maybe swear off of them altogether. That sort of female bonding experience made Julian chuckle to himself as he settled in to his new conversational friend, feeling not at all that he was intruding on a personal situation.

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Re: Back at the Bar (Nathaniel)

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2011-10-31 03:33 am UTC (link)

Nathaniel had taken up a position of leaning onto the bar, arms crossed in front of him and his drink, along with Juliet's empty glass, sitting in front of him. He started when he heard the voice of another man and looked over his shoulder to see a man with a drink and a certain level of understanding in his eye.

"Oh, no," Nathaniel said with a sigh that turned into a laugh. "At least, I don't think. She spilt her drink on herself and seemed upset about it. She wanted to clean off. But..." Nathaniel's voice died off and he reached for his drink, tossing it back quickly and nodding to one of the bartenders for another gin and tonic. He waited a moment before deciding to continue. Really, why not? Maybe this man could bring some comfort. "She and I are on a date. We've been...ah...dating for a little while. I kissed her, our first kiss, she seemed surprised then proceeded to spill her drink all over herself. I'm not quite sure what that means."

He looked at the man and gave a crooked smile before presenting his hand. "I'm Nathaniel. I live at Pax and I'm guessing you live there as well?"

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Lounge Area (open to any/all, but especially open to Cat)

the__dark__one
2011-10-31 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Elias hadn't intended on attending this party. It was very unlike him to choose to socialize, and even more unlike him to choose to socialize at a place where people went to be seen -- places like parties where costumes were encouraged. At the last minute, however, he picked himself up from the desk chair where he'd been writing, pulled off his starched white shirt and stepped into the very back of his closet. With no small amount of hesitation, he pulled out a poet's shirt with old-fashioned lace cuffs and ridiculous matching ruffles down the front, then its mated brocade jacket. Both were left over from his LARPing days, and he spared a faint smile for the memories. Brigetta was mixed up in there somewhere, but unlike many of the moods her remembrance sent him into, this one was a gentler feeling. She'd met him at a Renaissance Faire, and he'd been wearing something frivolous like this at the time. Anger propelled him to burn the outfit long ago.... but the memory still clung to the inside of his head like tiny capillaries, delicate and still so vital.

He sighed, pulled on the outfit, and absently fished from the jacket's inner pocket a hand-cured leather strap, dyed black and worn soft with use. Her hands had tied it around his neck, once, telling him that his outfit needed balance. His hands tied it this time. And as he hit the door, keys in hands, mumbled explanation shot over his shoulder to the Dov who may or may not have been in the living room behind the swath of pinned-up fabric, he tried very hard not to admit why he was going to this event in the first place.

Elias was raw with loneliness.

And that was what found him at the back of the lounge area, swathed in darkness, amber liquid in a crystal-cut glass in the cool curve of his pale hand. He watched the people in front of him and out further -- watched and felt more alone here than he had at home. There was a trick to it, he knew. Some near-magical way of being that drew others toward oneself and that allowed oneself to be drawn to others. But Elias feared he did not have this gift. He waited, waited for the courage to strike out into the throng of people, to learn someone's name, and to make a connection. Either his courage would propel him or the worse ache pushing him here in the first place -- but it would happen. Soon. He hoped.

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Re: Lounge Area (open to any/all, but especially open to Cat)

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2011-11-06 08:01 pm UTC (link)

Dressed in a black, feathered tutu, her hair pulled back from her face and adorned with a black crown, her make-up dramatic, pale, white, with stark black feathers intricately painted around her eyes and deep red lips to contrast, with black pointe shoes, Cat entered CASKET. One of her clients had discovered she lived there, and had asked to come as her guest, and she'd consented easily enough, though she didn't prefer his company.

Fortunately, as soon as they'd arrived, he was off to the races. He was dressed as Captain America, which Cat found to be not only pedestrian, but hideously appropriate. Fortunately, once they arrived at the bar, it looked as though a blonde seated nearby would be keeping him occupied for the moment. Once she'd acquired a drink from a bartender dressed as a bespectacled dominatrix, apparently, she moved over to the lounge area. One of her hands, painted with black feathers, floated down to her tutu, and she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. Looking around, she saw him.

"Hello, Elias," she said as she approached.

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IN THE BATHROOM (Juliet)

madamdeath
2011-11-01 03:51 am UTC (link)

Once in the bathroom, Ariana breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind her and blocked out the sound of chattering guests, the occasional drunken, excited whooping, and a new song that was currently blasting across the expanse of the club. Seems like they'd hooked the speakers back up as soon as possible. No doubt the sound being turned off in the first place was due to Julian, and Ariana's embarrassment was pushed to the side for a moment at the thought--he would be overly concerned about the club's welfare and not hers. Typical.

Intending on freshening up, but carefully, so as to not totally upset her make up, Ariana walked to the sinks. They were relatively clean despite the amount of people in CASKET tonight. No doubt that was also thanks to Julian. Another woman was occupying the bathroom, with a rather awkward stain on the front of her costume. Ariana initially arched a brow at the mess the woman had made of her outfit, but her expression softened when she thought back to how big of a mess she'd made of herself just recently.

"Did someone spill on you?" Ariana asked directly.

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Re: IN THE BATHROOM (Juliet)

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2011-11-01 05:35 am UTC (link)

Fervently working at the quickly yellowing stain on her otherwise immaculately white blouse, Juliet started at the frank question. Her eyes flicked to the mirrored image of the blond woman - at first she could only nod, still feeling a little airheaded due to her alcohol intake.

"Yes...I mean, no, I mean, I...I spilled on myself," she quickly explained, her voice dying to a mere thread as it folded in on itself. Reliving her earlier mistake was an embarrassment in itself. First the strange goings-on at the bowling alley, and now Nathaniel tried to (no, not tried, had) kiss her, and how did she react? Like a fumbling klutz. The thought that she'd made mention of a few more key facts escaped her liquor-addled mind completely.

Turning on her heel, she moved the water and alcohol soaked paper towels form her shirt to present the error in all of it's befouled glory.

"Do you know how to get rum out?!" Just as the woman's tone had been direct, Juliet's was fervent and worried. Leaving Nathaniel alone for too long would surely leave a bad impression on him, but neither did she want to leave the bathroom looking less than herself. And a large, yellow stain on her shirt was not going to look good for anyone.

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ladyofaralu
2011-11-07 04:06 am UTC (link)

Fiona had decided, at the end of the day, against the dress she’d designed. Every time she looked at the drawings, it gave her a weird, creeped-out feeling, and out of sheer defiance of whatever it was inside her, she’d opted not to use it (though she’d kept the sketches both on paper and the computer). What she’d gone with instead was the Baroness from G.I. Joe, complete with PVC catsuit, hair parted in the middle, and glasses she didn’t need. The boots had heels, but weren’t impractically high, which was a good thing, since she’d decided to work tonight, and CASKET was hopping. Fee had found her flow, though, and was serving up drinks and smiles with aplomb, and dancing around as she did so. It was great to work at a place that actually had enough staff and didn’t seem bent on running everybody into the ground, and the crowd was big enough and served fast enough that there was no shortage of tips to be had. Slipping a few singles left on the counter into the kitty all the bartenders split at the end of the night, she started making the ginger-pear martini the sexy-whatever-she-was (angel? bunny rabbit? ghost? whatever, she was wearing maybe a total of ten inches of white fabric) as she started looking surreptitiously around the bar to see who was next.

The man who appeared at her counter was decidedly not next, having arrived at the bar only moments before. Those who had been in front of him in line - patient, hardy folk, clearly willing to withstand the crushing press of sweat-slick, glitter dusted patrons all in the interests of scoring an overpriced drink for their night’s chosen prey - grumbled their frustrations, but after a sharp look from the object of their annoyance, none seemed eager to get too close. It amused him that his glare remained so effective, even from behind a black domino. He smirked at their rippling ranks, watching contentedly as a few more timid party goers left the line altogether.

“Vodka martini,” he said, leaning over the bar, the sleeves of his tattered black shirt coming to rest atop its smooth surface. A mock - but obscenely bloody - wound covered one bare shoulder, his makeup more realistic than a nightclub party truly called for. “If it’s no trouble, Baroness,” he added, quirking an off-kilter grin.

Her brow arched high as she smirked at him, shaking her head at his boldness as she poured the ginger-pear into a glass and passed it to the sexy -- snowman? Whatever.

“Oh, it’s trouble all right, sweetheart,” she told him, rinsing out the shaker. “But a little trouble never put me off.” With that, she flashed him a half-grin and turned around to grab a bottle of Ketel One from the top shelf. As reached for a fresh martini glass, she cast a look at him, taking his measure.

“So you’re the Dread Pirate Wesley, huh? I thought he was English, not Southern.” she iced the glass then expertly poured the vodka into the shaker. “And I thought Southerners were too polite to do things like cut in line.”

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ladyofaralu
2011-11-07 04:07 am UTC (link)

“For the record, the Southern accent is just an English one, more relaxed.” His eyes fell to her hands as she mixed his drink, watching her progress with no small interest. He winked, the effect somewhat lost behind the black domino, showing only as a flash of one black-limned lid.

“And I’m the Dread Pirate Roberts, thank you. Sometimes known as Westley.” His smile deepened - and with it, the scar at his cheek. “You should know pirates always take what they want, Baroness. What good is a costume if you can’t get in character?” His hand stretched out, slim fingers plucking at a thin cocktail napkin.

Fee laughed as she misted the inside of his glass with a spray of vermouth, then poured the chilled liquor into the glass.

“You know what they say about costumes, Westley,” she told him as she plunked an olive into his glass, laid a cocktail napkin down, then set the drink on it. “They’re just excuses for girls to wear a third of the clothes they normally do.” She grinned at him as she slid the martini over to him. “Oh, and something about how they say a lot about the people wearing them.”

She took the next order, a mango mojito, from the customer standing next to him. As she quickly dropped the mango, mint, and lime into the glass then poured the simple syrup, she said, “I’m guessing you’d have shoved past all these nice people and then flashed your cute little smile at me whether you were wearing that getup or not, is what I’m saying.”

He lowered the glass, having raised it for a first, exploratory sip. Finding it very much to his liking - and her accurate commentary all the more so - he pulled it closer, drumming his fingers against the countertop. “I wonder what black PVC says about you, then,” he mused, arching a brow. His vulpine smile quirked sharper for an instant, then faded altogether, his amusement retreating to the depths of his eyes. “I have a few ideas, but I hate to assume.”

“Oh, God, don’t keep me in suspense,” she arched a brow as she muddled the fruits and mint, then quickly dropped in the ice and rum, then a spray of seltzer. “I’d love to know what a nice Southern pirate boy like you thinks this catsuit says about me.” She smirked as she put the shaker over the top of the glass, shook it up, then passed the summery beverage to the waiting customer, grabbing her tips and tossing them into the kitty and making eye contact with the next patron as she did.

“Two Heinekens, sweetheart,” the apparent Boardwalk Empire extra called out. Fee nodded and smiled, then reached for the beers. She cast a look to the Dread Pirate, giving him a little smirk.

“Well?”

His tongue flicked out to the corner of his mouth, swiping away the smirk threatening to show itself again. From the look in his eyes it was clear a number of potential comments crossed his mind, each discarded in its turn. Though he gave away no hints as to the nature of these unspoken remarks, it was simple enough to discern. Fee arched her brow at him again as she popped the tops off the beers.

“I think,” he said, his slow drawl dragging out the words, “it means that if you weren’t workin’ right now, in two drinks or less you’d agree to things it’d take me maybe three, four dates to talk these other...” He raised his free hand, a little wave over one shoulder indicating the entirety of the bar. “...Ladies, let’s say, into doin’.” He grinned, lifting his glass to his lips. “And that you’d probably be better at it, too.”

Fee laughed at that, too, shaking her head as she handed off the Heinies and waited for the customers to walk away before she grabbed the tips. As she nodded at a sexy vampire boy who’d asked her for a round of six tequila shots set up, she spun to grab the tequila off the shelf then turned back to the pirate as she lined up the glasses.

“Do you always hit on girls by insinuating they’re sluts?” she chuckled. “What the hell kind of Southern charm is this?”

Her body continuing to move to the beat as it had been most of the evening, she poured the shots in time to the bass, then dropped six wedges of lime in a glass before passing them and a salt shaker to the fey vampire, who blew her a kiss. Her would-be guest, on the other hand, pointedly ignored him.

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AT THE BAR (open!)

ladyofaralu
2011-11-07 04:14 am UTC (link)

After the Dread (Southern) Pirate Roberts had left, Fee got into the full swing of the night. The pace suited her; the crush didn't get overwhelming, and she was able to find her rhythm. She cracked jokes with customers and her fellow bartenders, mixed drinks quickly and well, and overall was having a pretty good time behind the bar.

Bartending had always struck Fee as an ideal gig, and tonight was one of those nights. It was too early yet for real assholery, and it was always fun to people-watch at a bar, particularly on Halloween. Plus, it was cool to see what everyone'd decided to come out as. She continued to serve, always keeping an eye out for the next customer.

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