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

riseoftheson
2011-11-03 06:09 am UTC (link)

The look Victor shot Idris after his first rebuttal was... in a word - unkind. It was probably a bit more than unkind, but Vanessa's change of topic (for his benefit, he guessed) kept him from saying something he would probably have regretted later. Well, maybe regretted.

He forced a small smile for her. "Well, I don't know how I'll measure up to you two seasoned drinkers, but I'll do my best." Victor knew he could hold his liquor - and he could only assume that both Idris and Vanessa could too. He didn't really want to start that kind of competition, but... to be completely honest, he could already tell that he would take great satisfaction in getting the other man to drink himself sick, if possible.

His smile grew a touch more genuine at Vanessa's admittance. It was true - they had only spoken once. But he couldn't help but feel that they already knew one another better than that. Some people just had that effect, of course, but this also seemed to be more than just charisma. He wouldn't complain, especially at the moment. He felt like Vanessa was an ally, and a good one at that. Idris... not so much.

"Ah, yes," he quipped, glancing from Vanessa to Idris, then back to Vanessa, expression playful. "We did... bond, over those lovely purple slippers. I was quite fond of them, truthfully." His comments could easily be taken as suggestive, he remembered (who wouldn't) those slippers and the first sight of Vanessa almost as one might remember seeing a dear friend. Or a family member, almost. The thought made him smile all the more. It was strange, and he knew that it was, but at the moment, he didn't want to put it into introspection. Maybe it was the alcohol.

Victor had no real reason to continue to play at this baiting game the other had somehow gotten him into, but at the same time... he wanted to win it. He tilted his head a bit, focus shifting back to Idris. "Why, have you not had the honor of the fuzzy slippers yet, partner? And it seemed like you two were so close..."

He didn't want to offend Vanessa, but something told him that she could handle it. Besides, Idris had started it, technically. Victor looked back to the lady between them. "I did appreciate the fuzzy slippers.. but I would be remiss if I didn't say that you look amazing this spooky eve." Again, the compliment could be mistaken for being more flirtatious than he had meant, but he chuckled anyhow. "There has to be some kind of fuzzy... purple... shot concoction that we could enjoy in honor of the slippers, right?"

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

obscurityfalls
2011-11-03 02:33 pm UTC (link)

Vanessa laughed and elbowed Idris as he threw her own dirty question right back at her. It served her right for asking that to begin with, especially to a man like Idris. The truth was that she absolutely couldn't imagine herself sleeping with Victor, the thought was so foreign and strange and it really felt as if she was trying to imagine herself having slept with a cousin or something equally as strange. This odd feeling made her feel extremely strange because after all, Victor was a very good looking man, there was something noble and strong about him, despite his protests, but maybe it was just his costume. "Thank you for the compliment Victor, I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend a lot of time on myself tonight, so it's nice to have it be appreciated." To celebrate the slippers, Vanessa ordered them all purple hooter shots, which was vodka, chambord, and sprite. They came out purple and bubbly, the closest thing she could think of to a fuzzy purple concoction.

"And Idris has seen me in my pajamas as well, thanks to a late night smoke detector."

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

counterbalance
2011-11-10 09:40 pm UTC (link)

"By all means, Sheriff--do your best. Or your worst." Idris grinned, but there was more than a hint of malice in his expression; had he seen his reflection in a mirror at that very moment, it would've been unrecognizable as his own--even had he removed his costume mask. There was no mistaking the undercurrent of tension in their small party's corner of the bar, and had Vanessa not been sitting inbetween him and Victor, there was no telling what might have happened. Idris knew he wasn't in his right mind from the amount of liquor he'd consumed, but there was something else constantly pushing at him, goading him along just as much as he kept picking at Victor, to see if the other man would snap.

He felt like getting up, pushing away from the bar, and shoving (or stumbling) his way through the crowd and out of CASKET, to see if that would help lessen any the hushed urgings he kept hearing, feeling, in the core of his being. (Or was it really his being, he asked himself for not the first time tonight.) Shaking his head slightly, as if to clear his mind of these strange thoughts that he still insisted were caused by drunkeness, Idris brought himself back into the conversation between his two companions.

Or forced, rather. Forced was a much nicer way to put it.

"I didn't take you for the kind of girl that let any man into her slippers. Could've told me that from the start, would've saved me a lot of heartache." Idris said brazenly to Vanessa, leaning towards her in a conspiratorial fashion, the darker undertones to his words as clear as day. He gave her a pointed look, almost as if there had been a far different relationship of sorts between the two of them. His eyes shifted to Victor, and he barely checked the sarcasm which coated his words. "You have no idea how close we are, Sheriff, and maybe that's for the best. It'd be a shame for a law abiding man like yourself to have committed such a crime. A stain on your perfect record."

Idris downed the shot placed in front of him, barely tasting the drink; there was a distinct feeling of bitterness, jealousy, that had curled up rather comfortably in the pit of his stomach, as if Victor had hit one of his sore spots. Ultimately it made no sense, and he did his best to shake off his irksome mood. The excited and cheerful babble of the crowd seemed to bring him back to reality, gave him something else to fixate upon instead of the displaced thoughts which collided with one another in his mind. Vanessa mentioning her smoke detector helped somewhat, too. When he spoke to her again, his tone was far more amicable than it'd previously been.

"I remember that, yeah. Woke me up from a dead sleep and I had to change the batteries. Should've been there, Vic. You would've gotten quite an eyeful--maybe more than just her slippers." He winked at the other man, as if to show he was no longer agitated about the previous banter that had gone on between him and Vanessa, the implications put forward by the two of them in jest.

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

riseoftheson
2011-11-15 03:33 am UTC (link)

Victor did not miss the malice lacing Idris' tone of voice. Nor did he miss the tinge of... was that jealousy, that eked its way in to the other man's demeanor as well. What the hell was going on?

It was more than a mystery to Victor, how this man reacted to him. And moreover, how Idris also seemed to affect him. Hell, Vanessa seemed to be hitting a few tender notes in both of them as well. It was almost like they were all old friends. Or enemies. Or... something.

"I'm sure you're plenty close..." he heard himself mutter. Clearing his throat, he also picked up the next shot presented to him and downed it. It burned a bit, and (he fancied, at least) cleared his head a bit from his wayward thoughts.

"Well, we all seem to be just one happy, tipsy family round these parts." He amended, shooting Vanessa a smile. He didn't really care if he offended Idris, but for some reason, he wanted to keep Vanessa out of the more violent insults that may be exchanged between he and the other. "I guess neither of us can be too bad..." he continued, letting the continued intake of alcohol fuel his jocular exterior, "If Miss Vanessa took us in, I mean."

His gaze rolled back to Idris, growing a hint harder again. He just couldn't seem to help it. "Well. What should we toast to next?"

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