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March 20th, 2008

[info]ex_captainha594 in [info]whoville

Lis' Master

Jack took his cup of coffee with him, when he left the Doctor and went looking for the Master. He finished it just as he spotted the Master. He stayed wary until he caught sight of that splash of reassuring white. Then he put his cup down on the nearest flat surface. "Hey," he said, inclining his head a bit. "You free for a bit?"

[info]themasterreborn in [info]whoville

Open to all (for character reactions to notice)

Finally, the Master was ready to post his notice for the party. He pinned it to a large bulletin board easily viewable in the hotel lobby. In careful flowing calligraphy it read,

"All are cordially invited

To an evening of conversation, food, drinking, music, and dancing

In the company of fellow visitors and semi-residents

Located at the hotel ballroom beginning at dusk tomorrow

Dress up is highly encouraged

Less than civilized behavior while in attendance not tolerated

With warm regards,

Koschei (who will be dressed in style) & Theta Sigma (who will probably be late)"

He was trying really hard not to laugh, as he stood back and looked at it. Ok, he laughed. And then wandered off, with a stupidly happy grin on his face.

[info]sunnydaleslayer in [info]whoville

John Hart (Becky)

It was late but Buffy couldn't sleep. To be honest, she'd more or less given up trying to sleep. She couldn't bear the dreams of Angel any more.

Instead, she'd slung on some jogging pants and a hoodie and wandered out into the hotel grounds, wishing there were some vampires around to stake. She actually missed patrolling. But despite various mentions of dangerous beings here, she hadn't come across any.

Then she caught a movement amongst the trees and she went still, listening, stake raised at the ready.

[info]themasterreborn in [info]whoville

Open to all!

The Master was sitting at one of the tables savoring a shot of whiskey as he waited for people to show up. He'd traded out of his usual politician's suit, for a longer, more closely tailored knee length jacket, and had actually lost the tie. The white rose remained pinned, of course.

Everything was set up. Tables, large enough for 4 or 5 people to sit comfortably, around the outside of the room. Food and open bar at the far wall from the doors. And still a fairly large space in the middle for dancing. It was going to be interesting to see how many people showed up, because frankly he wasn't sure what the population of the town was. He couldn't help but wonder, given the malleable and mind bending nature of the this place - if more people showed up then could really fit, would the room mysteriously seem bigger? It wasn't a completely absurd idea, here.

As predicted, there were no Doctors with red roses and black converses in sight, yet.