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The OTHER MAYOR OF LONDON invites you to a night to remember...

Hosted at The Angelo in the heart of Islington (courtesy of Cesare Borgia), Raymond Harris invites you all to join him on the night of Saturday, 6th August to celebrate his self-proclaimed ascension as the Other Mayor of London. His aims are threefold: to stake his claim as the most powerful supernatural being in the city, to persuade other interested factions to ally with him, and to intimidate his enemies with a show of extravagance. All members of the Islington Nest are expected to work hard tonight to achieve these goals.

The party officially begins at 20:39 when the sun sets and ends at 05:34 when the sun rises. Of course, there's no guarantee that everyone will make it until dawn...

Rules of entry
• This is a black tie event. Anyone who fails to wear the appropriate attire will be denied entry.
• No stakes or other vampire-killing weapons. That's just rude.
• No more than five werewolves and shapeshifters will be admitted in total. Raymond wants them to witness his power, but not to spoil his party. They will be closely watched and likely mocked by the surrounding vampires.

Raymond is guarded by his vampire henchmen at all times. Any perceived threat will be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly.

Places to go
Once you're admitted to the hotel, you'll walk into the lobby, where you're free to mingle with the other guests. It's here that you're likely to first spot the party's human contingent: a collection of young and beautiful men and women whose sole purpose is to provide a live food source for the vampires. Dressed in uniform black suits and cocktail dresses, they will offer up their wrists and/or necks to anyone who wants them.

From there, you can head over to the bar for a more relaxed and cordial atmosphere. Drinks are free until midnight; after that you'll have to pay. The bar does not serve blood; it's expected that vampire guests will drink directly from their nearest human.

If you're looking for something a little more substantial, try the tea room where you'll be served tea, coffee or red wine, and a selection of cherry tomato canapes, strawberries and scones with jam and clotted cream.

The main action, however, takes place in the ballroom. Red mood lighting continues the general theme and live music will be playing all night. Professional dancers provide entertainment in the early evening, but it won't be long before the ballroom is crowded with party-goers revelling in the fun, free and wild atmosphere. This is where you may find Raymond, the benevolent host watching over his guests. Drink and be merry. He wants everyone to have a good time.

(You can check the OOC plotting thread for more info and to ask any questions about this event. Enjoy!)

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Thomas was at the bar himself, drinking. He figured several beers would be needed to help him get through the night. It wasn't a bad party, he supposed, but he'd have preferred a less strict dress code, and certainly fewer flagrant displays like what he was seeing in some of his fellow vampires. Still, with the wide range of people who were invited, there were plenty of people who were more sane and moderate, even if the vampire contingency wasn't likely to want to share that fact around too much in the current climate.

Evie was one of those he'd consider firmly on the side of sane. Heading over to her, he smiled, "Hello, long time no see. How have you been doing?"

Firmly on the side of sane. She'll take it- she'd like to consider herself sane, too.

"Oh, hullo!" She greets him warmly. She's had a bit to drink, but not enough to get herself drunk. It took vampires considerably longer, after all. And as for blood- she'd rather abstain from public feeding. Her Victorian sensibilities, still at work.

"Thomas" She smiles, extending a hand in greeting. "You're looking lovely today." She gestures at the suit. "You did something different with your hair."

Thomas may not have Victorian sensibilities himself, but he didn't care much for public feeding either. He'd fed, mainly because the smell of blood and sight of feeding guaranteed he'd have to if he wanted to keep a firm grip on his control, but at least he'd tried to hide in a corner as he did it. And he bought his meal dinner afterward.

Then she mentioned the hair. His smile faltered for a second, before he forced it back on. "Uh...yeah, I did. Thank you. I admit, I don't usually go to parties with such a strict dress code requirement."

That was because he liked trying to find a party that would let him get away with no shirt, if he could manage it.

And that's completely acceptable. Evie isn't going to shame anyone for how they prefer to feed- unless, of course, there are non-consenting parties involved. Then they were going to have a problem.

"You know, I've heard many a woman say that a well-tailored suit is a lingerie to them." She gives him a knowing smirk. She can recognize he's an attractive man, though he's hardly her type.

"What's your usual sort of party, then?"

"Huh," he considered that. "Well, I suppose it's not so bad. Though to be fair, with me everything might as well be lingerie."

Never let it be said that Thomas was not secure about his looks.

"Less formal, less feeding." Not that there was no feeding at those, just...well, less obvious feeding, at least. "More skimpy clothing."

Evie allows him a laugh at that. "I'm sure there's something even you don't look good in. We just haven't found it yet." Which she could very easily take as a challenge.

"Ah- a party party." She could see the appeal, every once in a while.

"I've always preferred a large fire, a good whiskey and ale, and good music. Something lively, where you can dance but still talk." A little specific, sure, but she had amazing memories at parties like that in her youth.

"Hm," he uttered with a smile, certainly taking note of the fact that she freely admitted that he looked good in everything he'd worn so far. Which, in his mind, was certainly an invitation to take his outfits to greater extremes in the future.

Her description of her idea of a party didn't sound bad either, though, and it did remind him of one thing he'd been to before.

"Oh, like that fire and orgy festival the witches had a while back."

Wait, that was a fertility festival, wasn't it? And also, probably not exactly the same. While there was a huge fire, alcohol and good music, her parties didn't sound like they had quite the...fertility theme going on.

No, that was not an invitation. If there was any possibility that he could have misinterpreted that, she takes it all back. Dress appropriately, for god's sake.

"Like the- Oh! Yes, no. Just a simple good time, I suppose." She didn't need to wax poetic about the "good old days", especially when those nights could still, sometimes, be found. "But no such formalities as a festival."

Dressing appropriately was something that Thomas rarely did at such functions.

"Well, that does sound fun, too. More relaxed."

Both his idea of a good time and her own were more relaxed than this, of course. At both sorts of parties, there were far fewer expectations on how one should behave. Less 'trying to put on a good face', more 'just do what you want'. Not that Thomas couldn't manage this, he'd been at enough vampire events he hadn't particularly cared about that it wouldn't be too hard.

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