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undergrounds2015-07-01 07:21 am
acrookedchild) wrote in 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!)
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!)
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Once more, Nancy could be found with a glass in her hand. A liquid dinner was what she'd planned on tonight, nerves being what they were. She knew her name wasn't being mentioned. Neither was Kenzi's. But tonight was a big night. This would change everything. She'd never cared about politics. But now she was a founding member of a coven with two other women. It was... nerve-wracking.
Honestly, she wasn't even sure her stomach would be able to handle food.
Dancing
A good amount of liquor in her system and Nancy was once again on the dance floor. The music was ever-changing, and she loved the way it kept her on her toes and was- was that just a dubstep remix of Moonlight Sonata?
Sitting Room
Taking a breather, Nancy can be found in the sitting room, resting her feet as she perches on a chaise lounge. Once more, she's got a glass in her hand. Feel free to take a seat and have a chat.
sitting room
He seemed to be having a good time. Either that, or he was just happy to see a familiar face.
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"Quite." She takes a sip proudly.
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"You in Midnight's corner, then?" Certainly Balem had seemed to think so.
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"I'd rather not discuss it, but... You'd be right." She looked at Heiji, almost daring him to change his opinion about her. He certainly would later, she believed.
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"Be careful. It don't matter if you're officially involved or not -- it won't matter to some people." Kind of a vague warning, but surely Nancy understood how many different quarters danger could come from.
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At least she had some powerful people on her side.
"I appreciate it."
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Apollo was getting a hot date with a cat, yep.
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Though it was true that Apollo had been rather vague ...
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"Guess I need to get one that's okay by themselves. And they need to knock things over once in a while, give their owner somethin' to do." That was what Apollo really needed, right?
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Ah yes. Cats and knocking things over for the hell of it. "Well you're in luck. Most every cat does exactly that."
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Dinner
"Okay, is it just me or is this party a lot less party-y than it should be."
Everyone was so serious here.
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"Definitely not just you," she said, punctuating the sentence with a drink of champagne. "It's formal. We need a party-party at some time soon. Get absolutely plastered and smoke too much canway."
Sitting Room
Then he looks up and realizes who he's sitting next to.
Well. Speaking of trying to avoid people. Standing up and immediately moving away would be too obvious and awkward even for him, so instead he manages a "hey" and then shoves a blueberry into his mouth like that'll fix the entire situation.
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"Hullo," she says curtly, trying to keep the frown out of her voice. It wasn't working. "You're here for information?"
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Luckily he doesn't.
"No. Well, not from you specifically this time, anyway. I responded to the invitation the same as everyone else. Are you going to try to deny knowledge of the supernatural world again or have we definitely moved past that?"
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She was fucking with him.
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"Sure. Are you a friend of Abigail's or are you actually tied up in all of this on another level?"
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"If you're trying to reference me then I'm fine with admitting that I have none. Her case is very different from mine."
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She held out a hand towards him, palm out as if to back him off.