The music is heavy on the bass, the kind you can feel deep down. It's not overwhelming but it's ever present. And, as always, there are very pretty people dancing for entertainment.
Kate Pryde is holding court and keeping everything in order, ready to step in if there are any problems, and Steve Rogers will be behind the bar, mixing drinks and adding to the atmosphere.
There are plenty of couches for conversations, and quiet corners. There are also booths for groups to talk, and private rooms upstairs. Those do need permission, but are great if you really hit it off and want to be alone.
This is an 18 and over event due to the nature of the Hellfire Club.
There is an expectation that nobody will get sloppy, and while people are encouraged to enjoy themselves they won't be overserved. Consent is important, after all, and impaired consent is not consent.
Nobody under the age of 21 will be served. We don't care if there's no drinking age in your fairytale kingdom, there is one in the Hellfire Club. Mocktails will be served for those who can't drink.
Wrong holiday.
But seriously. Mix. Mingle. Getting to know people is the order of the hour. This is a mixer for people to make connections - whether those be romantic or platonic. Sure you might not meet the love of your life, but you'll meet someone. Everyone who comes is encouraged to socialize with people. This isn't speed dating - it's certainly not organized that way - but it is a place for multiple social interactions.
Have conversations. Dance. Drink and be merry. Have a good time and don't dwell on the fact that you're single. Who knows? Soon you might not be.
NOTE: If you have a thread that becomes more explicit in nature - not that this will necessarily happen - please mark it as such.
As exciting as that flurry of messages was right after I arrived, I was hoping someone might know more and I won't have to actually read any of said messages. That, and I was rather curious to see if this has anything to do with my recent appointment as the DADA professor.
I can no longer thrive in this household.
a) Please...just please stop shouting my name across the flat, followed by the most inane question possible. No, Tim, I cannot tell you what opinion fish collectively have about ska music. I'm not an Alexa. Also an Alexa probably couldn't tell you that either. Sasha, please stop asking me how to make a meringue. Just use your smartphone. Or ask Martin. He's the one who can bake. I can cook. I cannot bake.
b) Why is this our fridge:( cut for image again )
That's not even true.
c) Martin, this does not apply to you, you've done nothing wrong.
d) Same to Georgie.
[archives crew + georgie]
I like to think I'd know the answer to this already, but have any of you gone into the Institute yet?
[tim stoker]
Lunch with me soon?
It would appear that the Institute is here.
Which...could be a problem.