the openest log to ever open! <3

[defies_reason]

When; Evening of April Fifth
Rating; probably varying by threads
Characters; EVERYONE IS WELCOME
Summary; Big ol' open log for the grand opening of Isaak's bar~ Feel free to come and socialize, even if you don't know the guy! Hooray!
Log;

Word has been spreading, in a quiet sort of way-- a tasteful poster here, an idle comment there, a few personal invitations (with varying degrees of detail) delivered by Isaak himself, and (of course) the polite request that others pass the word along. Simple, but (one hopes) effective.

The Wolf's Den is luxurious without being overly ostentatious; it's warmly lit and comfortable in spite of its newness, with comfortable leather seating and a well-stocked, under-lit bar. No detail has been overlooked-- and, perhaps, no expense spared-- from the hardwood floor to the ornately-tiled ceiling.

There's plenty of food and drink to go around, and as the evening gets underway, Isaak is contentedly mingling among his guests, socializing and keeping an eye on things in equal parts.

So, have a drink; make some new friends. Everyone is welcome, here.

Comments

[mortemscintilla]

[ Unfortunately there's little room for romanticism in Hei's life -- much less the concept of it. Outside of Pai, he loves few things and fewer (if any) people. His loyalty, once given, is unshakeable, but he leaves Love to philosophers and Jane Austen novels. In his experience the emotion is nothing more than a suspension of disbelief. Or, more often, the opportunity to use people. He's faked and feigned it plenty, but has little capacity to offer the real thing. ]

[ Humming, Li chases a piece of roll on his plate with his fork. ] Well, every waiting room needs a distraction. And that's what the City is. In that sense, you've done the place a favor. [ He pops a piece of roll into his mouth, beaming. ] In more ways than one. [ Food. Clearly Hei's only true love. ]

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[There was a time when he would have agreed, no doubt. But, love and loss.]

And what might we be waiting for, I wonder?

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[ Li chews thoughtfully, his face lit by a more thoughtful light than a moment ago. ] Waiting to leave, I'd hope. [ Personally, he's in no particular rush. Back home, the Syndicate has collapsed; Hei is a hunted man, everyone linked to him under threat. Carving a space for himself will be infinitely harder there than in the City. Not that such a prospect has ever daunted him, much less stopped him. ]

[ He'll deal with it once it happens. ]

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I suppose that's all there is to look forward to, isn't it?

[Isaak is of two minds about it; if he'd managed to kill Dexter Morgan before ending up here, he'd have little reason to return. The curses are an unpleasantness he could do without; but he's all too aware that what he's returning to will have its own dangers.

He'll adapt, he expects. In that they are alike.]

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[ Li nods in agreement, before murmuring quietly, ] Unless you're City Dead. Then, as I understand, you're trapped here forever. [ In that sense, the status is no different from being a Syndicate operative. Less forgiving, even; at least you can retire from Hei's organization once you're dead. This place doesn't even grant that reprieve. ]

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Is that right?

[Interesting information, that.]

I'd only heard that people come back.

[mortemscintilla]

They do. [ The pitch to his expression shifts, replaced by something -- not honest, but thoughtful. ] But if you arrive here dead, or if you die here, you're not allowed to leave. [ A mild shrug. ] Then again, maybe it's a lie. Something to keep the crazier Citizens from abusing the 'No Permanent Death' feature.

[defies_reason]

Well, presumably people go somewhere.

[Still, it's a solid reason-- as though there weren't enough already-- to watch one's back.]