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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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"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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"I'm likin' this cat idea more and more. Some people have too much order in their lives, yeah? They need a little extra stimulation."
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She laughs. "I suppose so, sure."
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...What was with cats and Shakespearean names?
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"Cats have absolutely the best judging faces in the world."
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It appeared to be a chubby grey tabby having something of an existential crisis.
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"I never had a pet myself, I just hear about 'em from other people." After all, an animal keeping another animal as a pet, who'd ever heard of that?
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"Really?" Though, given the fox mask, she didn't need to be surprised. Though, clearly, Heiji, you have managed to not watch any talking animal cartoons. Or even the old-school Disney cartoons. Hello, Mickey owned Pluto!
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"Yeah, my dad wasn't really into keeping 'em, and I think my mom was fine with just me to look after." Besides, one of the houseguests might have been tempted to eat a bird or a bunny. Maybe even one of Heiji's relatives...
"...Kinda feel like I missed out."
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"I wouldn't feel too bad about it. Besides, no time like the present, I've heard."
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And with how this upcoming month was going to go, it might go very poorly for the pet. Foxes were predatory animals, after all...
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"I'll think about it. 'Course, it'd be a lot more convenient if I had a permanent place to crash."
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"You don't? But your cousins are coming into town..." She couldn't offer him any space at her place. It was already small enough.
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A bunch of fox kits loose with a kitten or a bird or even a little lizard?
"O-on second thought, maybe we should table the pet idea for now!" Heiji gave a nervous little laugh that was absolutely not suspicious at all. "You know how kids are, they'd probably bug anything I got nonstop."
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"I do, I do- so it's best to wait." No pets at Fagin's. Just a lot of young boys. And attempts at pets that always mysteriously disappeared under mysterious circumstances.
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