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!))

Comments

[beyourarmy]

...well, when I go home, I'll be going straight there to finish things. But hopefully I won't be going back.

We can toast to that, too.

[Oh, Karl. Don't make the Cherub cry with that. He's drunk.]

[worldofourown]

[He ...seems to make you cry anyway, Cherub. Drunk or not.]

Starting a revolution up there, are we?

[He's called the 'Messiah'. The title must mean something. All this heaven-hell-angels business isn't something Karl enjoys overmuch. He'd much rather it wasn't true. Can only hope - in his own realm - it isn't.]

[beyourarmy]

[That's only because he worries for you, Karl.]

It was kind of started by other people, in a way. I'm just finishing it off for them. [Ah, yeah. Messiah, and he tires of hearing it, and feels he can never live up to that. He prefers being in Karl's company at times, not having to hear it, not having the memory thrown at him. He feels like he can just BE, for now. But he really needs to go back, doesn't he?]

[worldofourown]

[Dead Bastards finished, the Mai Tais are ordered. Karl raises his glass in a mock-toast.]

Here's to starting - and finishing - important battles.

[Like the one with Saya. Unfinished back home, and in the City. The first time, it was Solomon who allowed her to escape. And here, the Deities snatched her away.]

[beyourarmy]

Here's to killing the people I need to kill, then. And you to being dead.

[Setsuna's is actually sincere. And once his toast is done, he drains the glass, washing it all away, at least just for one more night.]

[worldofourown]

To necessary kills. And necessary death.

[Sweet permanent death. And end to a life revolving around pain and its postponements. Oblivion.]