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Abigail Widdowson ([personal profile] acrookedchild) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-07-01 07:21 am

Stroke of Midnight [OPEN]

Miss Abigail Widdowson cordially invites you to Geap Manor on Wednesday, July 1st at 19:00.

Food, drinks, and music will be provided.

All are welcome, but individuals are to be aware that any hostilities during the evening's festivities will not be tolerated.


It is the first time in at least a generation that the doors of Geap Manor have been opened to the general population. Or, at least, as general as the supernatural community could be considered. Some invitiations were made personally, but most were formally sent to the higher ranking members of the various factions.

Dinner is announced precisely at 19:30. The small, intimate eating area for the family has been turned into a buffet room. The caterers Abigail hired have obviously been paid well to make sure there is something for everyone. Rich meat dishes, hearty vegetarian dishes, light fish dishes, plenty of accompaniments and finger food. There is also plenty of fairly fresh blood for vampires. For the others, there are wines, water, and tea available.

The grand dining room has had its large table removed, replaced, instead, by small tables that can comfortably hold four. They can, of course, be pushed together to allow for more room.

The ballroom is open to the guests, and the DJ has also been highly paid to make sure the music played is precisely to the hostess's tastes. There is plenty of modern music, good for dancing, as well as older classics. However, interspersed are classical pieces meant for waltzes and foxtrots and other such ballroom dances.

In the sitting room is a drink cart with wine, tea, water, and blood. Chairs and divans are available, as the room is a quiet place, a little away from the ballroom, so conversation can be had with ease. There is an unlit fireplace, and a portrait of Abigail a few years younger than she is now hangs above it.

Most of the rest of the house is locked. One can wander the hallways, but it may prove ultimately fruitless. One who simply walks up the stairways will find the walls of each lined with the Widdowson family portraits of every generation, starting with one of a ten-year-old Abby, her parents, and her six-year-old brother. As one takes in all the paintings, a pattern presents itself. Every Widdowson woman featured is pale, thin, and blonde.

The grounds are beautifully maintained and fenced in by wrought iron on top of stone. A very traditional look for such an imposing manor. On the path from the street to the house, there's little remarkable, save the knocker on the door. Behind the house, however, if one ventures away, one might get the keen sense of something from inside the house watching, waiting, and hungering. On the ground floor, the locked rooms are mostly unremarkable, save for the study at the back of the house. Linger too long near there, and one might hear a sound coming in a pattering set. It isn't a knock against the door, no. Instead, it is the sound of something hitting the wall. If someone were to force their way into the nursery on the second floor or the attic several stories up... Well. They likely won't be coming back to the party. Or to anything.

Wandering, of course, isn't a suggested enterprise. The old house doesn't like people poking around and trying to find its secrets.


(Everyone who has at least a familiarity with the supernatural is welcome, as the invitations were distributed widely. Mingle, make your own top comments, enjoy the food, etc!)
entitles: (i've made my mistakes)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-07-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"That's why your name seemed familiar," he said, "Not intimately familiar, but I've heard of your family after all, yes. That makes things a bit simpler, then. I can't actually see the future despite popular rumors so I cannot guarantee we will never have reason to fight, but for now we are willing to remain amicable in light of a greater threat if you are."
entitles: (as i'm fading away)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't see why we can't," he said, "Truthfully, I've never minded the less-restrictive witches. The ones that try to seal us away enrage me, absolutely, and if anyone tried to enslave me to their whims I'd have to retaliate, but otherwise you can be quite interesting."
entitles: (look at all that space i own)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-07-02 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Many skilled witches could bind an imp or a pixie to their will, but someone of my caliber?" he said with a proud smile, "Yes, that would end quite badly, I imagine. It's better to remain friendly, and I'd suggest the same to the Council and Redbright and everyone they oversee, but I doubt they'll listen."
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[personal profile] entitles 2015-07-04 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'd be surprised how far respect goes with a lot of us," he said, "Or perhaps you wouldn't, given your family's experience."

Flattery went pretty far, too, although the fae could still be plenty dangerous and unpredictable either way.
entitles: (smiling for once)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-07-05 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm afraid it would be difficult to invite you to mine," he said, if only because most humans wouldn't willingly come into the Other Realm, "But I thank you for your welcome. And if the other coven is giving you trouble, feel free to bring it to us."
entitles: (patience what's that)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-07-06 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course, of course," he said with a wave of his hand, "There's always an exchange. The good news is that if you're quarreling with someone we personally dislike there may be a discount."

Not free, no. He never gave anything for free. But he usually asked for so much in return for his services that any discount was valuable.
entitles: (whispery sass)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-07-10 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Please do," he said, "And I ought to leave you to your other guests, then. It would hardly be fair of me to monopolize your time."