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

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

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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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.

[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!]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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...]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

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[Open/anytime/ anything/anywhere inside]

The Dance Floor - OPEN

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