Open Log; Le baiser de Vie [Myrnin's bar] Friday

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When; Friday
Rating; Let's just go with R since it s a vampire bar
Characters; Myrnin, empolyees, VIPS and customers of course
Summary; A night at the Le Baiser de Vie
Log;

Le Baiser de Vie is unlike any other establishment in the City and that is it's appeal. The bar caters to those who wish to walk a bit on the edge of things. It allows them to taste danger without ever really being in danger. The front door has a beefy guard that admits entrance and directs the customer to an inner room. In that room the customers will find a a table and comfortable chair. On the table sits a device. You see, Le Baiser de Vie has no cover charge and the drinks are quite reasonably priced. However, each and every customer--VIPS are exempt, although they often pay their cover directly to the bar owner--must donate a pint of blood to gain admittance.

Once inside the bar, it is decorated almost stereotypically Gothic. The dark wooden walls are resplendent with carvings and draped with heavy, dark, red, velvet cloth. The wooden floors are stained a dark color and there are a variety of posh, dark rugs scattered over the entire place. Seating runs toward padded chairs, small tables, couches and even a wing chair or two. There is a massive fireplace with a fire roaring in it. The drinks are served in silver, ornately carved goblets. Absinthe is readily available as are a variety of wines and other liquors.

The piece de resistance of the bar is the stage. It sits high above the rest of the bar demanding attention. On it customers will find a variety of entertainment from dancing to singing to instrumental performances.

As for the employees, they are quite a mix. There are humans, more than humans and vampires--kept well in check of course. Have fun and flirt with danger. After all, that is what you're here for, isn't it?

[ooc: Taking a cue from Harry's mun here, this is a foundation for you guys to start with. Add details to the place as you wish. Start threads with your character name as the subject, interact and have fun. Just remember, unless you've had previous permission from me, customers must donate blood to get in. There are NPC vampire employees milling about. Feel free to use them as you wish. Questions, etc can be asked at the post linked in the info, through pm or im.]

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Myrnin

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Myrnin appears somewhat lax as a bar owner. He sits near the back on a raised seat (okay so it sort of IS a throne) and presides over everything. He's dressed in rather Myrnin like clothing (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/h2/h2_1983.384.1a-c.jpg). A bit dated but it has ruffles, buckles and sequins. He can't help himself. Occasionally he does come down from his throne and circle through the crowd, making conversation with various customers, whispering something to an employee or refilling his glass with a red liquid that is too thick to be wine.

Feel free to come up and speak to him or have a drink with him. He does keep his fangs 'out' as that is what the customer is paying for. If you'd prefer to donate your blood more...personally, he has a back room for that.

Dawn Summers

[petitsaut.livejournal.com]

There are certain advantages to being under Myrnin's patronage. The larger scheme-- money, rooms for her and her alone, a remarkable amount of freedom, lessons and shoes paid for and the lead roles she still has to earn but is always in the running for-- and the smaller; slightly frightening donation machine is allowed to be bypassed (even if the new doorman takes a bit of convincing on this fact, something she'll remember for later) and the employees who recognize her don't hold her back from seeking out her patron immediately.

[ ooc: Dawn is a fairly famous ballet ingénue; feel free to accost her and/or god-mod her being anywhere in the party your character is for interaction. And of course, Kristi we discussed shenanigans for Dawn+Myrnin. ]

Re: Dawn Summers

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Myrnin is aware of the problems at the door. He's also aware that Dawn is more than capable of handling it herself. Besides, he gets perverse enjoyment out of seeing her get her hackles up. Once she's entered the bar proper, he stands up, raised above the crowd by his seat and bows to her, a smirk crooking his lips up a bit. It's an obvious invitation.

[petitsaut.livejournal.com]

The sight of Myrnin breaks through Dawn's lingering pique at the doorman's frustrating ignorance, and she beams back, her smile wide and unaffectedly pleased. Then with one tiny, triumphant look back at the man who clearly needs to be taught Dawn's place in this world, she hurries towards the throne, slowing her pace enough that she looks graceful (if excited) rather than bumbling and over-eager.

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

He can't help smiling at her eagerness. He is rather fond of Dawn despite what others may think. He has a different way of showing it. When she is close enough, he extends his hand to her, helping her up and kissing her very lightly on both cheeks.

"You look radiant of course, My Dear."

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"Bonjour, Mlle. Summers," Max says, delivering Dawn's favorite drink and setting it down in front of her at the table. "And how is the evening treating you?"

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"Max, hello." Dawn smiles up at her, Myrnin's attention diverted elsewhere for the moment. "Fine, thank you."

Max works here, she can hardly judge Dawn for the little show up on the throne earlier, so Dawn stays relaxed into her chair, sighing. "And you?"

[builtanarmor.livejournal.com]

"Well enough," she replies with a smile back. It's small, but warm and genuine - she likes the girl and even if she were in a position to judge Dawn for it, she wouldn't.

"Are you performing again anytime soon?" Max is not really one for ballet herself, nor does she have any passion for performing of any kind, but she enjoys hearing others talk about theirs. Even if listening sometimes makes her long for something that she loved enough to make things like housing and money and food seem insignificant in comparison.

"The Host"

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

His show isn't scheduled until later, but The Host's job is not simply to sing and dance. He mingles among the customers, delighting in their wonder and confusion at his 'makeup' and allowing them to simply brush it off as part of the show. He's willing to sign autographs, always, but that doesn't mean the requester won't be met with a hard tongue if he or she steps out of line.

You might find him at the bar refilling his glass or seated at a random table, chatting among the crowd, keeping morale lifted and seeing to it that everyone has a drink in hand. He's not concerned with the morality of the place, only that everyone gets what they come looking for: whether it's alcohol or something a little more potent isn't his business.

So with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, he'll greet you and make sure you're quite at home at Le baiser de Vie.

[ooc: as my lovely predecessors above have stated, feel free to godmod where and how he you meet him, rush up to him to gush and gawk and request a song or to ask him for contact with his agent. He is not Lorne however. He is the Host, tyvm.]

Re: "The Host"--Later in the evening but before the performance

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Myrnin rises from his seat to make his rounds through the customers. Quite a crowd has amassed. He pauses at regular intervals to chat and kiss hands and cheeks. Occasionally he kisses a particularly lovely neck in order to make the woman's heart race and a blush come to her skin. It amuses him so. When he makes his way around to Lorne he's quite a bit more business oriented.

"A good crowd has turned out for the show tonight. I'm quite looking forward to it."

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

His smile is tight but genuine when Myrnin approaches. They may not always see eye to eye but when it comes down to business, they each have the same goal in mind.

"It'll be spectacular, mon petit chou. Menolly is quite a talent, so earnest. So sweet! They eat it up, and we've arranged a piece together." He obviously is excited for the evening's festivities as well.

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

It is a working relationship and little more. He and Lorne are barely friends but they work wonderfully together.

"Yes. Menolly told me there was a new piece she was quite excited for. I am very much looking forward to it."

He actually is. In fact the entire evening is shaping up to be spectacular.

Menolly

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

Tucked into a quiet corner sits a young dark haired woman, cheeks pink with excitement and a tiny bit if the make0up she'd worked so hard to perfect for the evening. She's never held true work before and it's a good thing her family has no idea what she's working as. Such a refined family seems to hate the thought of any beloved child of theirs making a specatcle of themselves on a stage, after all. There isn't a day she doesn't whisper silent a silent thank you for the chance she's taken by running away.

[ooc: Godmod away as to how you meet the little songbirdas long as she's free to go perform at her patron's beck and call. XD]

Re: Menolly

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During his rounds, Myrnin happens upon Menolly. She is one of his favorite little songbirds. He bows to her, picking up her hand to kiss it. She is also one of his newer employees.

"Cherie, I trust you have something fabulous prepared for us this evening."

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She can't help but smile up at Myrnin, cheeks flushing a deeper pink. He's been so kind to her in the recent past and she knows she owes him so much.

"I think so. I hope so. It's something new and I think the crowd will love it."

Re:

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Myrnin does like it when people owe him but he also likes Menolly, all owing aside.

"I look forward to it, as I'm sure the crowd does."

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

He's been very impressed with the young talent so far, and she's only proven herself better every time they speak. The Host slides into the seat next to her with a drink in each hand: one for her and one for himself.

"How are we tonight, little lark?" He asks with a grin on his face.

[ooc: I was flipping through mashups and an acoustic old school version of this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YcZbiU4EK4) would be pretty cool maybe. Unless you've got something good?]

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

So far, he's been one of her favorite people to be around since she'd been found singing on the street. The smile perks up even more, glossed lips parted as she laughed softly, her slim fingers moving to take the drink from him.

"I'm excited! So very excited! Do you think the crowd will like it? I mean, it's something quite modern."

[... that is a GREAT mashup!]

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

"They will eat it up, ma poupée! Don't underestimate yourself, you have such presence on stage!" The Host doesn't give out compliments to the people who seek for or don't deserve them, and Menolly is very much neither of those. Not to mention the two of them had worked very hard on their upcoming performance, and much of it was thanks to her insight. He was sure they'd be talking about it through the city for days after.

Frankie Dalton

[never_very_good]

The barkeep looks a little out of place at first, much more simply dressed than his patrons and most of the other employees. He's a working man; hardly unkempt, but not ostentatious. He is, however, handy with a bottle and willing to mix up any number of interesting cocktails for his customers.

The collar of his shirt hangs loose, leaving telltale twinned scars on his throat visible; whether they're real or an affectation to suit the ambiance is anyone's guess. Ask him if you like.

Re: Frankie Dalton

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Myrnin makes his rounds through the crowds mid way through the night. He ends up at the bar, leaning on the end. At some point he had a class of blood but he's misplaced in the chaos of the evening.

"Frankie, a glass of the best of the night if you don't mind."

Re: Frankie Dalton

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Frankie nods amiably, leaning past the usual ornate bottles for something of a fresher vintage. There's quite a bit to choose from, organized and sketchily labeled by whoever collected it.

"Busy night."

One or two of the bottles get a cursory inspection-- the top shelf, so to speak, since it's for the boss' glass-- before he selects one, giving it a sniff before pouring his drink and handing it over.

Max Guevara

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Max is behind the bar for the time being, keeping an eye on the door in case of trouble while she mixes drinks for the guests. Her dress and make-up are not quite as dramatic as the decor of the place, but she is dressed well enough to fit the requirements.

There is a small mark on the inside of her arm, a puncture wound that by now resembles a bruise, nearly healed. It's barely even big enough for one to notice unless you're looking hard enough.

Re: Max Guevara

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Myrnin watches Max at the bar for a few minutes. He knows she's adverse to having her blood drawn and he knows that her blood tastes and smells a bit different but he can't place why. He assumes it is because of where she comes from. He steps up behind her, one hand going to the mark on her arm, thumb lightly over it before he leans in to speak.

"I trust the doorman made certain it wasn't too painful."

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"He did," she answers, not looking up at him. She's reluctant to give her blood away, but knows that it means protection, and although she can take care of herself, she prefers her identity to be kept a secret and giving her blood guarantees that. The pain never really bothers her that much anyway.

She looks up after a moment. "It's busy tonight. Do you need someone extra at the door?"