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[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

When; Sunday, May 31st
Rating; PG-13+ HEY THIS IS VICTROLA
Characters; ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Summary; The Grand Opening of Victrola --you don't wanna miss it ♥
Log;

She loved this word decadence. As Verlaine said, it all shimmers in purple and gold. It suggests a soul capable of the most intense of pleasures. It is bursts of fire and the sparkle of precious stones. It is in the rouge of courtesans, the games of the Circus, and it is in the consuming in flames of people exhausted by their capacity for sensation. It was wonderful, she thought, this whole business of excess.

Victrola was pregnant with moving bodies on the dance floor, amplified sounds of conversations, dulled music on the side stage and the pungent smell of something possibly illegal (the people who need to know already do whereas those who do not, well, they don't need to). Going around the room were trays of decadent canapes and drinks. But for the more daring, a simple whisper to the waiter would earn you a glass of absinthe.

A burlesque show played out on the main stage, dancers in thick make-up and glamorous lingerie. They were a nostalgic piece, but one of great entertainment value. Surely you agree. Stare all you want, gentlemen, but do not touch the girls.

Blair stood away from the crowd and the stage, standing in the shadows, as hidden as she could possibly be in her Cavalli ensemble and a Vera Wang. There were no charts in her hand, no pens, no nothing. Gone were the days when she would be so busy checking lists of food and drinks and guest lists and entertainment list and more lists and only more lists. She was done with that. This was her party too, after all, she was going to enjoy it more than any of you would. At least, right after one hang up is resolved. Still waiting for your Prince, little girl?


[ooc; and get the party in motion! Indicate on your subject line if your thread's closed to certain chars, and keep your eyes out for a special entertainment coming 'cause it definitely won't be on GG. You like me to stare? ♥]

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ATTN BLAIR!

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

Arthur was not happy to be there. In fact, he wouldn't be here if it weren't for the fact that this was the earliest that Blair would let him see her. What the women were wearing wasn't the sort of thing he would ever imagine any woman ever wearing in public. The Prince's eyes were always locked straight ahead and never ventured below the collarbone of any woman there. He might have had to come for Blair, but he didn't have to enjoy it.

Dressed in his best suit and his sword on his hip, Arthur made his way through the club looking for Blair. As upset as he was at her, and he was upset, he still wanted to see her. He still missed her. Depending on what happened tonight, he would find out if he would be able to stop missing her or just have to get over her.

DDD:

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair spotted him almost immediately. She definitely did not need that waiter to come over and tell her that he was here. But it made it easier that way, made it more official. More behold-the-Prince-is-here sort of way and less oh-here-comes-trouble sort of way. After all, that was all it ever was to her anyway, the fact that he was a Prince. There never was anything more. Definitely not. She had to admit that she did not expect him to come at all.

Taking no time to steel herself, she made her way over to him. Like a band-aid, she thought, do it quick and check the damage then let it heal. It should not be this difficult.

"Arthur," she called from behind him. It might be easier to tap him on the shoulder instead of shouting over the noise, but she was scared of touching him. "Arthur."

<333

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

When he heard her call his name his stomach twisted in knots and his heart lurched all at once. He froze in his stops and slowly turned around. Even though a small part of him wanted to, he couldn't fight the small smile the formed on his lips.

It was good to see her. She looked beautiful, if- dark. What he really tried to discern though was if she looked happy. Arthur couldn't tell.

"It's good to see you, Blair," he said, although he made no move to go to her. He had come all this way, to this place she knew he didn't want to be in, she could come the rest of the way. Besides, were they even together anymore? He really didn't know.

Open;

[eiremagic]

Eden isn't sure exactly where John went; and she's not terribly worried, except that they couldn't take guns in visibly, which made Eden need to cast her best smuggling spell to get them in. It would be easier to get John and Eden to kill each other than to get them to give up their guns.

She's dressed in a pair of leather pants and a silver tank top, and a wrist strap, all gotten by a one Chuck Bass, and she is next to the drinks, watching the entertainment on the stage.

Open; potatoes + churros

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Caspian didn't arrive alone but at this time he is on his own, perhaps so as not to frighten Susan's potential acquaintances with his burning stare even though he's an amateur at it compared to Peter Pevensie, or maybe his presence was cramping her style. Either way for now he is alone in the loud club that turns out to be not what he imagined. It isn't bad, honestly, just...different. Many people seem to be enjoying themselves in any case, as a guest he should try to do the same. A drink or a familiar face might help and what do you know, when he approaches the bar area he finds both. The latter comes as somewhat of a surprise.

".....Eden?"

He asks not because he's stunned. He asks not because he's appalled. He asks because he is fairly certain, even under this lighting, that she has color on her eyes and lips.

Open; potatoes + churros

[eiremagic]

Eden looks over. So she had put on a little make up; not much, just enough to keep Chuck from giving her the eye and making her up himself. But there was a little blush, a little lipstick and eyeshadow. She turns to look at Caspian who looks as though he's seen a ghost. She feels like downing another drink, but she doesn't. Instead she turns and tilts her head a little.

"Yeah, hullo," she says. She doesn't even sound displeased. Just a little bored, but she has a smile, because seeing Caspian is always nice.

Open; hey sexy lady, I like your flow

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

With a glass of scotch in his hand, Chuck is mingling, making sure people have fun, or at least look like they do. People on the dance floor, and the amount of alcohol already sold indicate that the night is going to be a success.

He notices Eden, dressed in everything he got for her, and it makes him smile. Because he already knew she was a pretty girl, even if slightly trigger happy, but the leather pants... Best idea he had in a while.

He walks up to her with a grin, his gaze traveling up and down, taking in the view. "I knew you'd look hot in leather, but I had no idea you'd look that hot," he tells her.

Open season

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

This was fun, her kind of fun, the sort that would not have been out of place in the Districts and that made Mara happy.

She slid off the dance floor, grabbed a drink off a passing waiter, and moved to a darkened corner to catch her breath. That Blair girl hadn't been wrong, there certainly were plenty of diversions to be had and the atmosphere of abandon was unique compared to the "above" ground establishments.

And there was nothing wrong with having fun, despite Thomas' recent disapproval.

Open~

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

The thing she had to keep telling herself was that she was here for Blair.

She'd heard the descriptions of Victrola--decadent, extravagant, uninhibited--and gotten the feeling that such an affair might not be quite what she was used to, of course, but this was a party of Blair's and prior experience dictated that any event that Blair put together was bound to be lovely and elegant and refined. She remembered the carpet of roses, the garden party--surely even despite her misgivings about the (http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/2009PF/ZPOSEN/RUNWAY/00170m.jpg) attire (http://whatshaute.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/christian-louboutin-very-noeud-slingbacks.jpg) Blair had chosen for her and the descriptions she'd heard of the occasion, it'd be all right. Wouldn't it?

But now that she was here, Rosella found herself feeling unsettled and uncomfortable, which was a dramatic change for her. She had a strong sense of feeling out of place, and where normally her eyes would've been bright with wonder, this time they were wide with astonishment and uncertainty. She'd thought a few times about leaving, but she was worried about Blair, too--she hadn't seemed herself lately, and Rosella's concern for her friend won out over her own lack of confidence. So instead she kept to the side, away from the dance floor, and tried not to look toward the stage.

It's for Blair's sake, she thought uncomfortably, absently chewing her lip. It's for Blair.

Re: Open~

[starfleet-pimp.livejournal.com]

This was not the sort of place that Kirk normally frequented. He preferred slightly seedier places, beer instead of champagne. Casual clothes instead of the suit he was wearing, but it seemed like this place was kind of a big deal and he wanted to see what it was all about.

Kirk could understand why it was a big deal, decadence and no inhibitions sounded wonderful, although Kirk knew better. Occasional indulgence was okay, but continued lack or restraint and no direction just led to misery. Kirk new that all to well.

So when he spotted someone that looked like they were entirely uncomfortable, he gravitated towards her. Of course, it didn't hurt that it was a very gorgeous young woman. Too young to be legal, probably, but a pretty face to go along with conversation was always nice.

"Curiosity, or duty?" Kirk asked the young woman as he stepped up next to, his gaze on the crowd.

Re: Open~

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

As Arthur made to leave the club, he didn't know if he was more angry or hurt over what had happened with Blair. What upset him most was that she couldn't even give him a reason, just that she didn't want to be with him. She should have just said that from the beginning instead of making him go through all these ridiculous games.

He was so conflicted over it all that he didn't even pay attention to where he was going until he bumped into someone. He quickly reached out to catch them before they fell.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was- Rosella? What on earth are you doing here?"

it's good to live expensive; OPEN

[theserenashow.livejournal.com]

Serena is nervous. There haven't been many occasions for the feeling throughout her life but lately she's seen herself thrust into more and more awkward situations. This night is no different. In fact, this night might be the climax. This is where her nerves reach their peak, where there's too much room for the unexpected. It used to be different. She used to feel at home in these situations, used to search out and crave the unpredictable and the spontaneous. She has since learned control but the fear of a downward spiral doesn't fade. If ever there were a setting for it, this would be it.

This night, however, is not about inner turmoil. This night, like Victrola and like everything else in her world, is about what's on the outside. And on the outside, Serena van der Woodsen is in her natural habitat. Perfectly camouflaged in a pair of leather pants (http://www.polyvore.com/fendi_leather_slim-leg_pants_net-a-porter.com/thing?id=7863443), McQueen heels (http://www.zappos.com/product/7577228/color/212400), and a sequined top (http://www.ardenb.com/catalog/product.jsp?categoryId=136&subCategoryId=583&productId=20387) accented with Chanel (http://www.bagborroworsteal.com/Jewelry/Chanel/Chanel-Long-Glass-Pearl-Necklace/13651/17#), Serena struts through the club with an artificial confidence.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair practically stomped over to her best friend, grabbing the other girl by the arm. "S," she said, a note of urgency in that one syllable. "Now." Before he was out of the club, she thought, before she lost the opportunity to exact her revenge.

Without waiting for her response, Blair went ahead to drag her through the crowd and towards the stage. She did not want Serena to see the distress on her face, even if it would be hard to see in the dim lighting. She did not want to mourn, did not want to think about mourning. This party was about excess, about intense pleasures, regrets did not exist in this space. She repeated the sentence like a mantra.

♠ THE TASTE OF HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK; open for gawking

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Stepping into the spotlights on the stage, she felt like she was in a daze. The burlesque dancers stopped their performance, not knowing what to do with having members of the audience walk on stage. If they were men trying to touch the girls then there were the bouncers to call on, but these were two girls who simply thought of a better entertainment for the crowd. The brunette stopped abruptly when she reached the middle of the stage, bumping into the blonde, giggling.

The music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBmgLuTGVis) hit the bridge: "I've come to stare, I've come to stare, you like me to stare? I am a voyeur.

Blair turned around to face the taller girl, placing both arms on Serena's shoulders. They both understood what they were about to do. The two girls smiled, their heads drawing nearer and nearer to each other, as if in slow motion. Blair smirked before their lips met in a kiss, thinking that this was so much better than stripping.

The conversation in the room might have slowly died, but the music played on and the two girls kept on kissing.

♠ THE TASTE OF HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK; open for gawking

[theoldreliable.livejournal.com]

As for Nate, he'd been there the entire time, mingling a little, but wondering how the evening would go. His attempt to meet Blair before this happened had failed, and he worried, considering finding her and approaching her to see if he could help, if he could be there—after all, this all stood out with an essence of familiarity, yet with a twist thrown in. This part had the potential to be new. Of course, new wasn't always a good thing.

When the two girls he knew rather well stepped onto the stage, though, Nate rose up from his position to watch. Would it be smart to come between them? Like he told Serena, it could be worse, but this assumption was largely held up by the hormones that come with being a teenage boy. The other, sometimes dominant (and given his behavior at times, sometimes not) part of him realized that it could spell out trouble.

Still, though, he stood, somewhat awkwardly, watching the pair on the stage. He gripped his drink a little tighter and even took a few steps toward the stage, but surely not enough to count. Appealing the image may have been, the aforementioned other half was winning out.

Nate wanted nothing more for this to end, to be over, even if he was just arrived and just privy to all this. If it ended quickly, it could be like an off button waiting to be pushed. Things could get better. That wouldn't be so bad, would it?

♠ THE TASTE OF HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK; open for gawking

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

The moment Chuck saw Blair stepping onto the stage, he had a quick flashback to another Victrola and another opening night, when Blair had walked onto the stage and started to dance along the performers. He remembered well how that night ended and he wasn't sure if that was a memory he wanted to share.

Like the back of the limo, there were things, he wanted to cherish in his memory, knowing he was the only one who could appreciate them.

He frowned when Serena followed Blair on stage. Was that the view Blair was talking about during the days leading up to this evening? Admittedly, he's been curious, given Blair's current mood, he had no idea what the brunette would come up with.

The kiss took him by surprise, to the very last moment, he couldn't believe they would go through with it. He let out a short, surprised laugh, unable to take his eyes off them.

The moment they would be done with their kiss and ready to face the crowd, he would be there, raising his glass in a silent toast, still appreciating the view.

Blair, love.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Caspian hadn't seen Blair in person in what felt like was a long time. The last time he thought about it he learned that she'd disappeared from this world. It was a good thing, knowing friends had finally found their way home, but for the Telmarine it had a slightly different meaning, of being turned away from a place that may or may not have needed you anymore. He didn't think this applied to Blair, would never make such an assumption, but it was good to know he had a chance to see her again. At least there was an opportunity to say he appreciated knowing her. He didn't want to have that taken from him.

But neither did he want her made aware of what bothered him these days, so he waited for a moment when he could seek her out, casually, by circumstance. It didn't matter if it was before or after her spectacle, as long as he could find her. No matter how dark she dressed, no matter how deeply she stayed in the shadows of Victrola, he was determined to say hello. When he thought he caught a glimpse of brown hair and lace he turned to make direct eye contact with her.

♥!

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Her real face showed through when she stops trying to put on other faces. It's not as easy as pulling masks on and off, you know. Then again maybe it was.

Blair looked distressed as she slipped through the crowd to find herself a quiet spot. This was turning out worse than she had expected, and even all the safeguarding she had put up were turning out to be traps she laid for herself. The way she ended it with Arthur was far from classy, and the following spectacle was just spiteful and low. This was not how Blair Waldorf behaved. This was not how she thought it would play out. How did it all get so messed up?

As soon as she caught his gaze however, her face was back on. She smiled in greeting. "Caspian, wow, you're here."

Open; Duh

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

Chuck watched the crowd with a smile, scotch in one hand, taking a sip of the liquor every now and then. He wanted to stay sober, just in case that breakfast thing with Dawn was still on. But most of all, he wanted to make sure tonight was a success. With no money backing him up, and so many different people in the City, despite what he was projecting outside, he wasn't sure the attendance would be satisfying.

This wasn't New York City, were the tourists alone could allow any establishment to survive. Still the all inclusive invitation made sure Victrola wasn't empty and that alone was the reason for celebration.

Performers were beautiful and teasing, alcohol was available, employees were handling everything perfectly. Alright Bass, time to mingle and feel out the mood of the patrons.

Open; oh hai

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Caspian was without Susan or Eden at his side, the former probably socializing with Kate and the latter in search of Ioan? Eoin? Eowyn? He knew him as the Boy Who Looks Like Zach, which was good enough. He knew Eden liked John. So having no other lady to treat as only a gentleman would, the Telmarine dressed in black slacks and a black blazer over a pressed white button down shirt found his way over to the host of this party; Charles Bass--pardon. Chuck Bass.

"Hello," Caspian greeted with a smile, polite and civil. The music was not what he expected, the entertainment even less so, but he could respect the tastes of other worlds. He was not so unfamiliar with indulgent and decadent things, really. After all he was a king and there were many things some people were willing to do to earn a king's favor.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair walked up from behind him, tapping his shoulder with her hand, not her handbag because this was Chuck Bass and not some random stranger --Because Chuck Bass is Chuck Bass and her friend, that is, not anything else.

The night was still young and she had had nothing to drink yet. She should save that for later anyway, she thought. She had better be completely sober for what she still had to do. "Chuck. Have you seen Arthur?"

In her mind, those were two sentences, but it probably came out as one. As soon as the words left her lips she knew that she should have taken care to word it differently. She knew he would not appreciate it, though he might still appreciate the reason for her seeking the Prince. "I need to talk to him."

closed subthread; a good excuse to be a bad influence

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

There was something deeply morally wrong about taking advantage of Buffy's distraction over Spike to slip out without drama. Dawn left a note and everything, but she still felt bad about it. Their talk had... been actual talking, with Buffy listening and Dawn sharing and then the crying and the 'Chuck will hurt you, you know' followed by 'Yeah, I know'. And then hugging.

...That doesn't mean Dawn won't still dance with him. She's listening to Buffy, not... you know, having of good sense about boys on the whole.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Rain didn't want to come back from the river and she didn't really want to go where there were crowds, but she knew how much Victrola and the opening meant to Chuck and she wanted him to be happy so she was here.

Very quiet, not dressed anywhere close to what all the beautiful people were wearing and in a corner, but here.

Actually, it reminded her a great deal of that dream of his she'd visited.

open;

[moresake.livejournal.com]

It was a busy night; the bartender poured and chatted and laughed and listened. There was so much interesting gossip in the air...

Chuck had said to wear purple or black, something simple... Her dress (http://gallery.minitokyo.net/view/350488) wasn't exactly plain, but it was about as plain as Yuuko ever got. Her pale skin and garnet eyes might catch the attention of people nearby. She probably wouldn't mind talking to them.

open;; fashionably late ;;

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

This is not anything close to what Susan was expecting. Were all clubs like this? The heat in her cheeks hopefully will be taken for make up. Only, she hardly wore any. The dress was what she had planned on. Other women wore far less than she. Was no one else surprised?