reincarnation psl

Who: Erik von Brandt & OPEN
What: PARTY THREAD. If Erik has to turn thirty, he’s doing it with a bang.
Where: The Capitol Club, Los Angeles, CA
When: Forward dated to Wednesday, November 25; evening
Warnings: Let’s go with ‘expect anything’.

( To thirty, the year where you’re supposed to magically be a real adult! )

Who: Violet Ward
What: Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?
Where: Her apartment in Chicago
When: Late Saturday night, October 31st 2015
Warnings: Suggestive content, a dead body. Happy Halloween!

( If she was getting sexiled, she was sleeping with her own comforter )

Who. EVERYONE. Seriously, everyone. Shhhh just come.
What. On the night of All Hallows Eve the spirits come out to party
Where. The Hotel Chelsea in New York City
When. Forward dated to Monday night, October 31st 2011
Warnings. Anything goes. An.y.thing.

The Hotel Chelsea. Also known as the Chelsea Hotel, a historic hotel and landmark located in the midst of New York City. It's located at 222 West 23rd Street, between Seventh and Eighth Avenue, and still home to many residents both permanent and guest alike. On any other day it's the same establishment it's been known for since 1884, with a few minor differences here and there of course, including the resent closure two months prior. The residents (both mundane and celebrity alike) come and go, but the place remains the same. Except for tonight.

Tonight, the ghosts of check in's past have made the place their own.

All twelve stories of the breathtaking building are giving off a pleasant glow from the hotel's lighting, every suite vacant and decorated to the nines. The spiraling staircases are perfectly polished, as if no pair of hands has ever touched them. The stairs and door leading up to the private rooftop are wide open, and every dining sized room a hauntingly gothic themed mixture of reds and blacks lit only by candlelight. Tables full of various foods and drinks litter the common rooms, and the determinedly steady bass of the DJ's booth drowns out the soft murmurings of the masked party goers weeving their way from room to room. The only downside to a masked ball is that you never know who it is you're sneaking into an unoccupied room with, until it's too late.

To the outside observer, it might look as if the place is lit and buzzing with nobody home, but that is far from the case. For the minute the lights came on in the hotel, reincarnates everywhere could feel the Hotel calling to them. Beckoning them inside by the calm, yellow glow of the moon, for a night they'll never forget.

Let the tricks and treats begin.

Who. Violet Ward and Eugene Bishop
What. A long overdue introduction
Where. The Bishop Family Funeral Home in Albany, New York
When. Sunday night, July 24 2011
Warnings. Quite possibly every warning there is? We'll seeee

( As soon as she walked into the funeral home she noticed that something was off )

Who: Violet Ward
What: A brief look into your average night with Violet and a bunch of dead bodies
Where: The Bishop Family Funeral Home in Albany, New York
When: Backdated to Monday night, May 30th, 2011
Warnings: Creepy.

( They were just dead? As in no longer living. What was so damn scary about that? Nothing, that’s what )