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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!)
not if she keeps making that face at everyone >8|
"Anyway, I thought I'd poke around a little, but it seems like it might be better not to. Y'know, delve too deep."
WHATEVA
"Kudzu?"
She pronounces it much too harshly. The only foreign language she speaks being a grating one, she doesn't have a talent for assimilating other tongues.
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"Basically, it acts like a liquid when you apply only a little bit of pressure to it. But if you strike it with enough force, it acts like a solid! Someone used that trick to make it seem like there was some spirit flittin' across the surface of a hot spring. Had a couple of journalists fooled, anyhow."
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"That's pretty clever," Kenzi muses with some consideration, as it she's thinking of using that herself.
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"That's a whole lotta kudzu! And somethin' like that's bound to be found out. So what're you doin' here? Thought you were still in the broom closet."
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She drops the kudzu idea in favor of answering his question as vaguely as possible. Like you do.
"That's up for debate at the moment."
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"Pretty dangerous, considerin' all the calls to recant," said Heiji. It was more of an observation than anything else, but Kenzi had struck him as someone very much interested in self-preservation. "What prompted the change of heart?"
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"Believe you and me: I know just how dangerous it is."
If Ms. Redbright's reaction to Abigail's announcement was anything to go by....they'd be in for it. But that was why she and Nancy hadn't formally announced themselves as being apart of this fight.
"Which is why I haven't really made up my mind yet," said as casually as if she were merely trying to decide what color to paint her nails for the day.
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"Enfield, though," he said, musing. "You think Redbright's gonna bring down the hammer? It is right next to Barnet, and I bet she had her eye on it next."
He didn't really know Sylvia Redbright on a personal basis, of course; she always seemed surrounded by a protective entourage.
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Kenzi is, as always, more than willing to foist the blame onto another party. But this is a little more than blame. It's responsibility. It was, after all, Abigail's idea and her insistence to make Enfield their base of operations.
Her only reasoning being that it was where her family had lived for generations. In the very house they were all having the little party at.
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"So, uh. Whattaya do when you're not at fancy parties?" Not the most fluid change of course, but it seemed like Kenzi didn't want to talk about the announcement much.
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"What about you?"
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"Lookin' for an apartment, I guess. Lot of foreign investors come in here, buy up some swanky place, and then they ain't even live here. So I thought I'd just find one and move in."
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"Guess the big question is where to set up shop. Not Greenwich, I think..."
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Kenzi kept an ear to the ground when it came to matters of choosing where to live. She lived in neutral territory herself, but her workshop was in a disputed section.
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Another thing to worry over -- if he did pick up some fancy digs, how would he explain it to people who didn't know who he was? Maybe it was better to go with something more middle-of-the road.
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Kenzi squishes her fingers together, illustrating her point. It was a little more than 'inconsiderate' though.
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Like how to snooker someone into handing over the keys.
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She says it quickly, so it's something she's given thought to. Kenzi has always fantasized about living in a big penthouse way above downtown. She likes the lights that dot the city and make it look magical - or so she privately thinks.
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"Bit dangerous though -- mostly Islington and the Night Council territory." Both of whom had the potential to lead to some awkward confrontations.