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Who: Terry & Xavier
What: A "business date" gone very, very wrong
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: A racy club in the Vegas strip
Rating: NC-17 Adult situations, violence, death
Status: Complete

( You don't know naughty. Let me show you naughty. )

WHO; Thomas Renfield and Dulcinea Bianchi.
WHEN; Tuesday evening.
WHERE; the Venetian and the Blood Bar (Mandalay Bay).
WHAT; Dulcinea calls on Thomas for a hunt, since he won't do it himself.
RATING; M for mature. Hunting violence, blood, potential language and/or nudity.
STATUS; In progress.

( All alone I hear the angels scream my name. Humanity, I hope you're out there somewhere. )

Who: Jo, Kat and Jaxon
What: An Unpleastant Meeting
When: Evening, after the Party
Where: The Strip between Caesar's and Circus Circus
Rating: R for Language and Gore
Status: Incomplete

( She gritted her teeth and contemplated letting go of Kat's hand and sparing her the torrent of comments about their lesbian affair should he notice them. )

Who: Everyone in the Human Resistance Camp
What: A Celebration
When: Evening
Where: Carpe Noctem, A Large Tent in the Middle of the Camp
Rating: R, probably
Status: Incomplete

After the group had come back from their attack, three dead and a few wounded, the camp had made arrangements to go back out and hunt for the lycans that had done this. They went out and set traps. They caught and killed over twenty rogue lycans. They were so pleased with their luck that a celebration was deemed to be in order. The Dilectu who protected the camp helped to provide provisions they'd acquired from the city.

A large tent had been set up in the middle of the camp. Those who could play music had been asked to perform. A makeshift band sat at one end of the tent, playing any songs they knew. The other end of the tent displayed tables of food. It had been a potluck effort by most of the women in the camp. The dishes were hearty and satisfying and the desserts were impressive considering the circumstances.

Tables collected from nearby houses and built from scratch earlier that day lined the other two walls of the tent and provided a place for people to rest and socialize while the middle of the tent had been dedicated as a dance floor. The guards were put on a rotation so that everyone would have a chance to be at the celebration at some point that night. For as small as the camp was, it was beginning to looking like a promising party.

Who: Stéphane the_crown, Aldéric the__ruler OT Valerian prince_valerian, Thorne thorne_whittier
What: Vampiric justice, or how the Terrible Twins got their just deserts
Where: Valerian's suite at the Sanguine Compound
When: Right after this
Rating: NC-17 (It's Val, for Pete's sake, and the twins, lol)


( Both of you sit still and think happy thoughts until I tell you what to think. Is that clear? )

Who: Sam & Ty
When: Early Tuesday
What: A meeting
Where: An alley
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

( Las Vegas, land of a thousand dumpsters )

Who: Cody Allan STANDALONE.
When: Morning.
What: Cody finally wakes up from his injuries and is far from impressed.
Where: The Bed and Breakfast Resistance Camp.
Rating:  TBD.
Status:  Complete.

( Cody’s eyes not once left the boy before him, he didn’t even blink, the look on his face more than enough guarantee for the stranger to realize that this hunter really would and possibly already had killed a human before as he pushed the barrel of the gun even harder against his skin. “You have five seconds to give it back to me and give me a good reason why I shouldn’t blow your head off right here, right now or I’ll take it from the pockets of your dead body myself.” )

Who: Everyone
What: Mandated Celebration
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Caesar's Palace Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Music wafted onto the street from the large hotel. So many varieties of music came from the building that they all mingled together to form a cacophonous melee of sound, indistinguishable one from another. The doors to the hotel were open and people streamed inside. Their names were noted down as they entered, keeping record of who came and went so that those who ignored the mandate could be hunted down and punished accordingly.

The main ballroom where the party was being held, had bands on either end. One playing rock, the other playing the type of music one could slow dance to. Other smaller rooms off the main ballroom had other types of music going. There were a lot of decorations, darkly ornate and gothic. Human slaves walked around taking drink orders. The lights were dimmed and gave off a foggy glow. Tables lined the walls that held a veritable buffet of foods. A fountain of flowing blood sat right next to a fountain of chocolate. Raw meats of all kinds, cooked meats of all kinds and a variety of other lavish dishes were available for consumption. Drinks of all sorts were also available, among them were Clay's specialty wines.

Tables covered with small gift bags flanked the doors. Party favors from the Sanguine. Each bag contained a thank you note for their attendance, a bar of the finest chocolate available in the city, a small bottle of handmade perfume or cologne, hand rolled cigars or cigarettes, a small bottle of fruit flavored vodka, a gift certificate good for any of the restaurants on the strip and a ticket good for free admission to any of the clubs.

Ghouls patrolled the rooms, breaking up fights and intercepting potential brawls. Those on the randier side could be seen in the corners, making out or screwing. It was an anything goes type of party and while some grumbled about being there, most were ready to have a good time.