|Kakia, Goddess of Vice and Immorality. (whats_your_vice) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-12-17 15:21:00
|Entry tags:||adikia, anteros, anthony j crowley, aphrodite, ares, até, cassiel, dolos, edward albright, henry spivey, kakia, lorna dane, marius rogan, meat, melpomene, momos, nessarose thropp, styx|
Where: St. Patrick's Cathedral, NYC
When: Wednesday, the 17th.
Warnings: Only if the party goes well. So we can hope.
It had taken no small amount of planning, but the inside of the cathedral had been transformed from its everyday splendor to something a bit more fitting for her vision. The main pulpit now had the DJ setting up, beginning to spin an eclectic mix of medieval trance and house, The pews had been rearranged from neat little rows to bizarrely intimate seating areas, the whole main floor devoid of impediments to movement.
Along the first few chapels on either side of the church were refreshments - long bars filled with alcohol and a plethora of hor d'ourves enough to please even the biggest glutton, all attended by silent tenders and servers. Further alcoves held different areas for play... card tables, a roulette wheel, a craps table, as well as toys of a more adult nature. Saturnalia was, if nothing else, a time for moral looseness, And gambling and carousing had long been a part of the festivities... while things like the St. Andrew's cross and cages may have come later, she'd always felt they added a certain je ne sais quoi to the whole affair. Once Crowley delivered the succubi she was sure everything would go smooth there.
Before the alter was a giant replica of Saturn Devouring One of His Children, which, while not the traditional statue of Saturn, was one of her particular favourites. Around the base lay the untied ropes that trough the rest of the year would normally bind the Roman God. She'd soundproofed the entire church with a bit of a ward, not really wanting any interruptions from those who weren't invited...while she'd manipulated her way into borrowing the church for the evening, she'd not been specific about what it was for, And she had better things to use her energy on.
She'd sent her helpers off to get into costume, her own already worn. Her hair was now waist length, pulled off her face and hanging down her back, topped with a wreath like head piece, and infula made of white and red wool. She wore a simple palla of pure white, held together with an ornate broach, and a thin white gauze veil wrapped around her head and shoulders. She was the very picture of a Vestal Virgin.
Satisfied that everything that could be done was done, she moved to the bar to order a martini, and relax as she waited.