I live for the nights I can't remember with the people I'll never forget.

[indecent_butterfly]

When; Starting Friday night around 10, ending sometime Saturday
Rating; on the safe side R
Characters; Open to all!
Summary; To shake things up and have some fun, or cause trouble as the case may be, someone is throwing a party...
Log;

Sometime Thursday everyone no matter their age (barring the residences of Setsuna Muduo, the angel Michael, and anyone Hatter has been able to determine as friends of the one called Ikki) in the City will have received a notice inviting them to a party on the outer edge of the City.

The address leads to a modest little place with garden and labyrinth that has been decorated in smoke, fog and glow sticks. There is live music thanks to Curt Wild & Time Bomb, food, drinks of the alcoholic and non varieties, along with some more atypical treats (do be careful which pills you mix with which).

The host of the evening, the Master of Ceremonies so to speak, is a quaint thing harlequin painted for those who've yet to meet nem. Do feel free to mix and mingle, the night is quite young and it is a party after all. Just don't forget the overall theme: it's not a real party until everyone's clothes come off. 

Just be care of the maze...there's at least one psychotic vampire on the prowl.

((Pretty much this is a giant open log, feel free to comment either openly or in private closed threads. Also Hatter will be wandering about, if you want nem to tag you please let me know via subject line. Thanks and enjoy!))

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[Open/anytime/ anything/anywhere inside]

[jiyuna_togabito]

Aion gave a small whistle to the size of the place as he took the liberty to look around, having spent the last few hours taking command of the men to carry in the boxed alcohol and 'goods' inside. A various assortment in the forms of pills and needles for the jester's choosing amongst other things, he figured he'd leave that part up to nem on how to distribute it. His role was only to supply after all. He wasn't about to do much more than that for free.

In either case, tonight was going to be one spectacular evening. The social light was always a good opportunity to meet potential clients and allies alike especially at a gathering being held by someone as the Hatter. There was no harm in sticking around to mingle a bit and perhaps he'd even partake in some of the activity if his mood deemed it. With a glass of liquor in hand and dressed in his usual white attire, he walked around the halls and rooms to slyly observe.

[indecent_butterfly]

It had been ages since nir last little party yet this one already brought more surprise and interest than any other. There was more than enough to keep someone busy before the guests finished arriving, but that's what other people were for. For now, ne had someone in particular ne was looking to speak with, it wasn't often someone remembered nem and ne not them.

Ne recognized the man from the device, but curiously enough, ne recognized something else about him. The question was did he know? For now, ne'd wait and see if it came up between them. Dressed in a black suit from head to toe, Hatter approached the other.

With a bow, ne stops before him, "Welcome to One's little home. How pleased to meet and greet you again at last."

[Open/anytime/ anything/anywhere inside]

[worldofourown]

[He's been caught up in the festivities. The warm prey dotting the dancefloor. The bright lights and thumping music. Little palliatives to soothe the ache of Saya's absence. After days of brooding and fits of rage, he needs the movement.]

[Dancing isn't as good as fighting or feeding. But it's in the ballpark. He breaks away only when he spots Aion's figure ahead. The white suit puts him in mind of Solomon. But only for a moment. His brother - as a sign of renouncing Diva - dons black now.]

...Now here's a familiar face~

[doeswhathewants]

And he's just going to slip through the more intoxicated participants, the light, the dark, the entire atmosphere conducive to weaving an indulgent net of pleasure and indulgence around those Serrure targeted. He went for those who would not notice a hand slipping into a pocket, the light brush of fingers, like gauze, slipping a ring, a watch. He was good, for someone his age, but he was careful.

He knew he ought to check in with the demon and ensure that he was not lifting things from any under it's protection, but then, he figured the early bird caught the gold plated worm. Or wallet as the case may be. This was platitude-ishly easy.

[ooc: Feel free to catch Serrure stealing from you or from someone else ^_~]

The Dance Floor - OPEN

[worldofourown]

[Now this is the stuff.

Nothing like a festive debauch to take your mind off your troubles. The blatting music from the band bears Karl up like a lashing of sugar-laced blood. All around him, a hum of chatter, shuffling feet, the air an amalgam of perfumes, colognes, stinking of human sweat, alcohol, coffee - and an undernote of excitement.

Crowded parties always spark his appetite.

He leans casually at a corner. Smile bright, drink in hand. His eyes are liquid and catlike - singling out tasty humans, male or female. Someone drunk or high to feed on, in a dark corner. Not for kills but thrills. He'll even send them back out to into the crowd, alive but wobbly, recalling nothing. He's in a magnanimous mood tonight. The kind that draws blood, leaves bruises and scars.

But lets his victims live]

[OOC: Come have a dance, chitchat, get bitten, offer him drugs! Anything goes!]

[beyourarmy]

[The only reason he went in the end, last minute, was because Karl invited him along and convinced him. If not for that, he wouldn't have even known where the party was. And, well...he had all plans to get out of there if people started to actually have an orgy. He didn't want to see half the City getting it on with each other, thanks.

But now that he was here, Setsuna relaxed a little, lost Karl for a bit as he downed a few drinks, then suddenly wanted to know where the bloodsucker got off to. He needed someone to lean on for a bit - usually affectionate when drunk and used to having Kira to do that with.

...maybe he should have told Kira he was - oh! There's Karl.

Setsuna goes up to him and casually drapes.]

This wasn't such a bad idea after all. Are you drinking at all? You seem like such a prude about that stuff.

The Labyrinth (OPEN - especially to any victims or fellow monsters)

[worldofourown]

[The faerie lights and smoky glow-sticks create a surreal atmosphere.

Wandering the Labyrinth, Karl smiles. From the dance-floor, he's managed to charm away a pretty girl. Has bought her drinks, given her bright looks and smiles—half-intoxicated as she is, it didn't take much—and is now leading her off into the maze's shadows.

She clings to him, giggling, half-swaying. Darkhaired and dainty, with a strong resemblance to Saya. Karl's whispered words to her are coaxing. But she doesn't know what they really mean.

That once they begin kissing, he's going to devour her. Hideously.]

Re: The Labyrinth (OPEN - especially to any victims or fellow monsters)

[valentineluke]

[With an open bar and assorted party favors free for the taking, few attendees have chosen to wandered outside.

Even after dark, the castle's grounds are beautiful to behold - more so when compared with the noisy, garish scene going down indoors. Although he's enjoying the party, Luke takes a break from it. Little 'quiet time' ever so often makes for a more pleasurable experience all around.

Strolls along one of the gardens. Takes in nocturnal sights, night blooming jasmine's scent along with a host of others; feel of the evening, and....

Extends his senses. 'Fun' occurring in the labyrinth.]

And after their drinking thread

[beyourarmy]

[Even Setsuna's body isn't taking well to the amount of alcohol in his system. Woozy, and unable to walk straight, he heads out into the Labyrinth. He thought he saw Karl head out there earlier, and since he came invited by the other he only feels it's right to say something before he leaves.]

Karl, you're out here, right? [He's coming around the side, now.]

[Open/near stage/between or after sets]

[thewildone]

[Time Bomb is a little rusty, regular rehearsal's having been thrown off by Stephen's injury, assorted curses, and the fact that this isn't exactly a day job for any of the members. It doesn't really matter, though. Their music is loud and energetic and Curt can't do anything but throw himself into whatever he's doing. He's shirtless by the end of the first set, to no one's surprise, and drinking beer between songs. He's got his lucky tight silver pants, eyeliner, and given the ambiance broke out the glitter, which hadn't made an appearance for months. When their first set ends he figures its a chance to enjoy the party although maybe he shouldn't start to enjoy it too much until they're definitely done for the night, because he needs to still be capable of playing the guitar.]

[beyourarmy]

[When the set ends, Setsuna hands one of the guys a water bottle, rather than a beer. Everyone else can supply that.]

Maybe it's just the booze, but you guys are pretty good. What're you called?

Near stage

[majorcrotchgrab]

[... Raikov watches for a bit. Their music is still so... odd to him. But he loves the spark in Curt's eyes, the passion he shows when he's performing... No matter how outlandish it is. Curt is a fellow artist, after all]

Anywhere, but early half the night

[beyourarmy]

[So, one of the ones that is not supposed to be here, is, indeed, here, jovial and tipsy on who knows what at this point. He's had one too many, and one of Karl's drinks, and life is just lights and music. He's not much into dancing, but conversation and more alcohol is always a good idea, to him. Maybe even a fight, but he'll take those outside, if anyone's up to it.]

[indecent_butterfly]

[And someone has the pleasure of knowing just how Karl felt during that damn school virus, because no. No, was not expecting or wanting this one to show up.]

How wonderfully pleasant to see you again...Setsuna.

[Would it be easier to lock him up in one of the rooms or call Kira to pick him up?Either way, ne's pretty sure ne's going to get in trouble over it.]

Open, mid evening, anywhere. He *is* moving about.

[council_king]

[The Pureblood finally makes his entrance, long black coat sweeping behind him as he makes his way slowly through the gathered throngs of people. His eyes scan through the crowd, taking measure of every single facet of the evening.

Feel free to approach the handsome vampire and if you're unlucky, he might even invite you for a drink...]

Open, mid evening, anywhere. He *is* moving about.

[worldofourown]

[He's landed himself a flashy one. Giggling and yammering, wobbly as a newborn colt. Her drink spills all over her clothes and Karl's. Smiling absently at her prattle, Karl leads her into the shadows. Maybe he can snap her neck before feeding on her. He loves screams and struggles. But this one's obnoxious enough to be enjoyed in silence.]

[A slip, a stumble, and the girl bumps into Rido. Scowling, Karl reaches to steady her.]

Excuse us...

[Recognizing the Pureblood, he pauses.]

Oh. It's you.

[indecent_butterfly]

[Ne hadn't seen him since the night they made the wager on this little gathering of fools. But now the guest of honor had arrived, and ne did need to make sure he was enjoying himself as well.]

Good evening, dear Prince and welcome to One's humble home.

open, anytime, any where

[indecent_butterfly]

[Like the perfect host, Hatter is walking around the crowd making sure everything is going properly, no complaints from the guests regarding drinks or other offerings. It wouldn't do to have a bad setting since things won't really get started until the mood is just right.]

open, anytime, any where

[worldofourown]

[He spots the redheaded harlequin in the crowd. Weaves in to say hello. Only polite, given the mischiefs her festive gala has allowed him to commit. Tasty distractions to forget Saya's departure.]

Hatter. [Mock-serious. But his eyes sparkle.] My, how you've outdone yourself.

[A party. A castle. A labyrinth. All in such a short timespan.]

Re: open, anytime, any where

[valentineluke]

[Ah! Search in the crowded sea for the host/ess has ended.]

Good evening, Hatter. Quite the turnout and more arriving hourly.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[And like a good guest, Raikov approaches the perfect host, taking a moment to admire their beauty. Once he's finished (for now), he extends a hand towards them, smiling]

A pleasure to finally meet you in person, Hatter.

Open, mid-evening, anywhere//Text not encrypted//Coordinates sent to Merlin only

[favoritetraitor]

[And of course, Solomon, resident Chevalier bespelled to believe he's in truth an incubus, is happily mingling amongst the party-goers. At times, he takes to the dance floor showing that at the very least, he hasn't lost his innate abilities at dance. But there are other times, he can be found lounging in conversation on some couch with a 'hapless' mortal. Or at the bar also hard at 'work' chatting up someone.

There is a moment where he takes out his communicator to pass on what he considers a very important message over the network.]

[Text (so the sounds and sights of the party won't give anything away.)]
Master, your presence is needed. Please come. [And he forwards coordinates to Merlin's direct line.]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[The first thing Merlin thinks when he sees that message is something like what has he done now? And it's with a soft sigh that he sends a reply (I'm on my way.), not bothering to ask what it is because he might as well go and see for himself.

He didn't quite expect this, though. When he approaches Solomon, he looks very bemused.]

Why exactly am I needed?

[AKA "hello".]

garden // open

[bedsidemanners]

[Raphael, dressed in a rather sober gray suit with a red pocket square, looks as though he's trying particularly hard and particularly badly to blend in with the shrubbery at the outer edge of the garden. His back's stiff and straight, one hand clenched around a cigarette he's too anxious to smoke. He's watching the partygoers with a mixture of disgust and a vague sense of fear, fully prepared to leave at a moment's notice.]

[He might be checking his watch intermittently, but the dim light makes it hard for him to read the numbers. Or discern the features of anyone around him too well.]

I wouldn't drink that if I were you.

[sympathyforme]

Not planning on it.

[Mostly a watcher himself, especially for this occasion, Kira at least does a better job at seeming relaxed. Also at actually smoking. And he offers Raphael a light.]

I didn't think you'd be here.

Open for anyone who wants to approach the Devil, aka the host's Master, aka some teenage delinquent.

[sympathyforme]

[He has found Setsuna and he is keeping an eye on him - as always - but he also watches the other people here. He'll have to talk to the host sooner or later and there are some people Hatter mentioned that he'll have to meet.

Other than that, he stays off to the side and clear of the drinks. He can guess that they are laced. He just smokes and watches.]

Open for anyone who wants to approach the Devil, aka the host's Master, aka some teenage delinquent.

[worldofourown]

[At a Bacchanalia, expect chaos. And near choas, expect devils. Or, in this case, the Devil. Soundlessly, Karl drifts upto Kira. The little smile on his lips is innocent. But the eyes gleam - snakelike - the ambient light.]

...All alone here? Astounding.