(open) hell is deep lord, but we're heading deeper

[thelittlemerman]

[With new lords come new excuses to party.]

[Some time on the 19th, the fae stage a takeover of the club fabric in Smithfield. Invitations are sent out to all the fae in London, touting the glorious coming out of the Lords of Rivers and Illusions, Seelie and Unseelie respectively. It's one of those times where fae of both courts just want an excuse to throw a party, and the invitation is all the notice said new lords get that they are going to be guests of honour.]

[It's a typical fae affair; the magic is heavy in all three rooms, one of which is decorated like a ballroom in Other Realm fashion. The food and drink served at the bar remains untouched by fae charms, but the fae presence itself seems to be intoxicating. Some of the activities happening in dark corners seem to be a little beyond what's regularly allowed at any reputable nightclub, but don't pay attention to that just enjoy the party.]

[If you manage to cause any trouble, a team of large fae is here to escort you out. You may have seen them faithfully guarding the door, sniffing out those who may want to cause harm to the high concentration of fae inside. Vampires can be let through if they have a fae companion with them, and otherwise all types of humans and supernatural alike are allowed in.]

[The party goes on for precisely 72 hours, and on the 22nd the party winds down and mysteriously disappears. The club is left a little cleaner than when it started, the staff left completely befuddled about what just occurred.] (x)

Comments

Finnick

[thelittlemerman]

ARRIVAL / CLOSED TO ANNIE

They've been out as a couple before, but never to something so drenched in fae magic. It makes Finnick nervous, and as they approach the entrance to fabric he grips her hand tightly, so wary of the supernatural presence barely contained inside the nightclub. He's already told her how embarrassed he is that they're doing this, that he had hoped for a quiet ascension to lordship and had never truly wanted it in the first place, but it would look strange for him not to show up at a party that is partly in his honour. So here he is, holding Annie's hand as he flashes a smile at the fae bouncers and walks inside.

He bows his head to her subtly once the door closes behind them, his expression sobering. "Don't touch anything they try to give you," he says. "If you want something to drink, let me give it to you. I wouldn't trust any substance passed around freely in here."

NINETEENTH / OTA

He's perfectly genial throughout the first night of the party. In fact, one could say he's in top form, meeting and greeting with everyone and saying his thank yous with a charming grin as different fae approach him with compliments or congratulations. This stuff isn't particularly hard once he gets into the swing of things, and once he makes sure that Annie is alright he seems perfectly comfortable in his role as honoured guest.

He's talking with a group of fae near the bar when he draws attention to himself in the best way one can: by calling for another round. It's partly a way to appeal to his fellow party-goers, but it also offers a reprieve from the endless socializing as everyone cheers and waits for their drinks to be served, chattering excitedly about how he's such a gracious host. In this moment of peace he takes a deep breath, and looks around at the party.

TWENTIETH / OTA

After the party has been going on for nearly twenty four hours, Finnick finds himself completely worn out. He even went home and had a full night's sleep, and upon returning he certainly felt refreshed, but the endless barrage high energy activities is finding him in need of a break.

It's still relatively early evening when he wanders outside, and he is a sight to see. He was dressed very well, but his clothes look like he's taken them off and hastily put them back on a number of times; to the point where it's a miracle they're not inside out. He's wearing a couple pieces of odd-looking jewellery that he doesn't remember the origins of, and there is almost definitely patches of glitter on any exposed skin - which there is not a small amount of, even considering that it's a relatively warm day for February.

He finds a patch of wall and leans against it with a sigh, pulling out his phone to alleviate the boredom and look like he's doing something for the time being.

TWENTY-FIRST / OTA

It is the third consecutive night of partying and Finnick is finally intoxicated. Up until this point he's been holding back, never being eager to lose control in any sense of the term. However, it only takes so much partying before you give in and decide that it might just be more fun with a little more fae wine.

Drunk, Finnick is quick to laugh and almost bubbly with how much energy he has. He's a touch more affectionate with everyone, but that may be to steady himself and stop the swaying. In any case, the young fae has clearly let loose a little more and he's having fun doing it.

WILDCARD

[If you'd like a situation that you don't see here, you can go for it! Finnick will be present most of the time, and you can pretty much assume that he's doing one of the three things above, but if you have something in mind and you're not sure just PM/PP me to talk it over!]

EAMES | the whole damn event | OTA

[falsify]

[Eames is here somewhat under duress. He never wanted to draw attention to his lordship, but the desire for a big celebration outweighs respecting his unexpressed discomfort, so here he is.]

[He spends most of the first day in the makeshift ballroom. It's boring, but it's also sedate and calm. The perfect setting for pretending he's totally excited about all this even though he can't stand it. It's nice to share a gentle drink or dance with the unrealistically beautiful, (or the plain unrealistic, for those that don't care for glamours,) as it always is. Somewhere between the umpteenth lord or lady congratulating him, or just the realisation that he is so bored it beggars belief, Eames takes his leave of the room for something a little more exciting.]

[Remember how Eames wasn't into this? Yeah. It's amazing how copious amounts of alcohol (and maybe other substances who's to say) can change a man's outlook. There's nothing much to say about what he's doing for the last 48 hours of this party. At some point he's lost his shirt, he's enjoying some dances, he seems to always have a drink in his hand. It's a good time.]

Ringer | 19th & 20th | OTA

[whatmatters]

Ringer is mostly here to try to learn more about the fae and make alliances. What normal people might call networking or making friends. She's wearing a simple black cocktail dress, elegant and classy and looking a little out of place with the much more glamorous and ostentatious types around. It doesn't bother her so much as being around the drunk people does and she will do her best to avoid the intoxicated where she can.

She mostly avoids the ballroom and instead wanders around, navigating crowds and occasionally joining circles or being approached by strangers to chat for a bit. Sometimes she actually gets names and has a decent conversation, other times she has the delight of politely declining to dance. At least she's trying.


[Feel free to run into Ringer at any point in the first two days, though she won't be around beyond that.]