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

[sympathyforme]

My. You really are beside yourself.

[Kira takes the cigarette from his lips and offers it - already lit - to Raphael.]

Pay attention. I might be proposing a deal.

[bedsidemanners]

[He just stares for a second, hesitating bizarrely, before he shoves Kira's hand away.]

Stop it. Involving what, precisely?

...inbox, why did you not show me this tag? Are these two not starcrossed enough?

[sympathyforme]

[Shrugging and leading the cigarette to his lips instead.]

The one who's obedient to me. You might want something from the creature.

even your inbox is against them!

[bedsidemanners]

[not without spite]

Don't be a fool. I don't want anything out of her.

Crack pairing will prevail!

[sympathyforme]

I am not. You are and have been since so long.

[Not without a smile.]

You want ...her to leave you alone.

[bedsidemanners]

And you think I'd be able to bargain that out of her?

[This is too much. He laughs, shaking his head.]

My chances of getting rid of Belial are even smaller than my chances of getting rid of you.

[sympathyforme]

You're usually smarter than that. Does Belial have you that terrified still?

What am I offering, Raphael? Think.

[bedsidemanners]

Besides your cigarette? I can't imagine.

Don't be enigmatic with me.

[sympathyforme]

I'm not.

I am saying that I could order Belial to leave you alone. Among other things.

[bedsidemanners]

I'm aware of that much. All I'm after is the price.

[Apt as it is to be rejected.]

[sympathyforme]

Is there an offer?

[bedsidemanners]

I'm not that stupid and I'm not that disloyal.

[sympathyforme]

...what do you think I want?

[bedsidemanners]

Free healings, if not for you, then for the Messiah? Less interference?

[A shrug, and then he finally decides to actually light up this time.]

[sympathyforme]

You don't interfere that much, actually. And I'm hoping the healing won't be necessary.

I could also order the opposite. You realize.

[bedsidemanners]

You could. But that's an idle threat.

[sympathyforme]

What makes you say that?

[bedsidemanners]

[He hates playing this card. Or any of them, really. But it beats the alternative.]

It's the same problem you've had all along. You can't feign being the mentor to him while encouraging that creature's antics toward me. And even him failing, I don't doubt that Michael would find out.

[sympathyforme]

As you say.

[There might be pity in that expression. Or just arrogance and condescension.]

Then you know not to blame me.

[bedsidemanners]

[Yeah, he's betting on the arrogance and condescension.]

I'm so sorry I had to decline.

[sympathyforme]

You might yet be.