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Islington Nest Christmas Party, Dec 17 [Open to all Nest members and their guests]

Caroline has worked hard to put together the evening's event, which is not only a Christmas party but also hopefully a chance for the Nest to celebrate its new leadership. The room at the Angelo has been decorated with a winter wonderland theme which, while not exactly original, is quite lovely.

A string quartet is playing a selection of Christmas and other classical music. Any attempts to feed on the musicians will result in the perpetrator getting thrown out the party, or worse. But feeding on any of the hired help or performers should be unnecessary, since several varieties of "blood punch" are available to drink. There is also food and other drinks available for non-vampire guests and anyone else who wishes to partake.

There is a strict black tie only dress code and Caroline will tell anyone who is under-dressed to go home and change.

[The event is happening on Dec 17th but I wanted to get it up early so everyone had time to do get involved if they so desired.]

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Caroline almost can't believe that the party is finally starting. She has spent the last couple of weeks working so hard to make sure ever detail is perfect and so far, it all is. All the food looks and tastes wonderful, drinks are ready. And the first guests are finally beginning arrive, just as the musicians begin to play.

The only thing about the night that was easy to play was Caroline's own wardrobe, since she is re-wearing her prom dress. Not that she plans on telling anyone that. There were some advantages to moving so far away from home - no one could tell when an outfit was recycled here.

With a smile that made her appear much calmer than she really felt, she began to mingle with the first arrivals.

Nancy made Cooper promise they'd arrive on the early side. She didn't want Caroline to host a party where someone she didn't actually know came first and they had to stay in complete silence. So she's there just as the doors open, her red hair half-up and curled. She's dressed for the occasion- she had a good number of rather nice dresses gifted to her by some of her wealthier johns. She was actually pretty sure the shoes she was wearing were from Cesare Borgia.

But that didn't matter, because on her ears and around her neck were the beautiful emeralds that Cooper had gotten her for her birthday. Each square emerald was surrounded by smaller diamonds, and the pieces were now by far her favorites.

"Caroline, this is beautiful!" She coos, already getting a drink. "And your dress-! You look absolutely stunning."

Nancy had been one of the first guests to arrive, and as such, had been drinking ever since. She's got a slight buzz going by the time the party really starts. Pity it's not a loud, party party, but rather a nice, classy vampire sort of party. Any minute now she was sure some of the vampires who had taken to dancing would break into some elaborately choreographed ball-room now.

She was always disappointed when they didn't.

Dressed in a pale gown, Nancy's on Cooper's arm almost all night long. She's happy to be with him, back here at the Anglo where she never thought she'd be allowed in again. But, on her own, she can generally be found either getting a new drink, or chilling out near the buffet. Once a starving orphan, always a starving orphan. Despite the Jimmy Choos she wore.

Evie had never gotten along well with dresses, and as such, wasn't wearing one. Instead, she had on tight black pants and a blazer. Aside from her shoes (over-the-knee black heels), and a thin gold necklace, she hadn't even bothered to put anything else on. She had, however, elected to button said blazer.

And you know what? Evie was rocking it.

For most of the party, Evie's out making friends, happy to socialize. Tonight isn't business in any way, shape, or form. It's a celebration, and she's here to have fun with said friends. She'll drink blood punch and alcohol, maybe attempt to tell a few jokes (please no), and otherwise generally enjoy the atmosphere.

Nancy is back in Cesare's house. It's pleasant, really. He's noticed that she hasn't been around much, though he doesn't quite realise precisely why. In truth, he thinks she's just moved on. So when he walks up to her, he's amiable. After all, why wouldn't he be?

He smirks as he looks down at his drink of "blood punch". It's juvenile, but endearing.

"You're back. It's nice to see you." He looks down at her shoes. "Is this business or pleasure?"

The second he approaches, she prepares herself to be kicked out. She'd go, this time, without complaint. She didn't need to make a scene at Caroline's shindig. That would just be rude, and she tried not to be rude. Fagin raised her better than that.

But he doesn't. He smiles at her, and she blushes a little. It's odd, seeing him again, after their rather uneventful lunch.

"Pleasure. I'm friends with Caroline." A pause. "I hope you don't mind that I'm here."

Natasha isn't part of the nest, but she does have friends—friends and connections. When Cesare extended his invitation, she considered not taking him up on it, but since Jean-Claude took over leadership of the nest she's felt more comfortable associating with them.

So turn out she does, and not by halves. She's there in pale gown, neckline plunging and fitted as though it were made specifically for her. She doesn't get all that many opportunities to break out her nicer dresses, so when the chance comes around... might as well go all out, right?

As before, she doesn't partake in any of the blood offerings, but she will help herself to some wine, watching the nest for signs of how the transition has taken it.

Caroline beams when she sees Nancy and Cooper come in. A few friendly faces go a long way.

"Thank you, it's been a lot of work but so I think it was all worth it." She smiles, looking down at her dress - it really was Grace of Monaco hot, thank you Klaus. And far too pretty to only wear once. "You look great too, I love your jewellery."

Evie's clothes are unconventional but still abide by the black tie rule, so Caroline isn't going to have to kick her out. Not that Caroline thinks she could, not after seeing Evie fight when Harris was taken down.

But she doesn't want to think about that tonight, so instead hurries over to greet her friend. "Hey, how are you? I'm so glad you could come!"

It's shaping up to be a great night for Caroline meeting people who she's only heard of, or maybe seen but not spoken to. One of such people was the woman in the gorgeous but very low-cut gown. She isn't sure if the woman is a vampire or not, since she isn't drinking the punch. But she also doesn't seem to be here as someone's date.

Caroline walks over to her and smiles. "Hi, I'm Caroline. I don't think we've met before."

Thomas was wearing a new suit, mostly because someone had staked him in the leg while he was wearing the old one. Fortunately, it was winter so there had been plenty of time to shop around after sun down before the stores closed. He'd helped himself to some of the blood punch, and was now chatting and flirting with the other guests.

Jean-Claude is of course making his own appearance to this gathering of Caroline's. Of course it has his blessing as well. He does not really have an opinion of Christmas one way or the other -- he's too old to feel any sort of charm around the holiday season as one might claim otherwise. But he is of the opinion that any excuse for a party is a good one, especially a formal get-together like this one.

He smiles at her as he approaches. He is dressed up himself, in a red brocade vest and deep red velveteen jacket. The white shirt underneath the vest is the same gaping, unlaced poet's shirt that he's usually got on, as are the leather pants and thigh-high boots, but he's obviously gone through efforts to gussy himself up. Even his hair looks nicer, dark curls spilling expertly across his shoulders in turn.

"Mon amie," he says, by way of greeting. "This is quite the event you have put together." His eyes slide along the line of her dress for a moment before he glances at Caroline herself again. "And you, yourself. You are exquisite."

Jean-Claude is not one of the first to arrive. This is Caroline's party, and besides, he is the Duke now. Old vampires always like to make an entrance, if they can. And in his red and gold brocade vest, red velveteen jacket, leather pants, poet's shirt, and thigh-high boots, Jean-Claude knows a thing or two about image.

He spends a lot of time making the rounds -- again, it's Caroline's gathering, but he's technically in charge, and that means something. He makes a point to speak to everyone he can. And that includes their dates. The fact that Nancy is allied with Islington makes things a great deal easier to do so, all things considered.

He catches her near the buffet, where he hasn't really been sampling any of the food. What would be the point of it, eating at this point is just a mechanical motion. But he does miss it. "Is it any good?" he finds himself asking, as he sidles his way up to her.

Having rich boyfriends (or clients) was always such a wonderful thing. Pretty dresses, designer shoes, and now, indeed, Nancy's jewelry.

"If the party turns out to be as great as the decorations, I'm sure it absolutely is." She gives her a bright smile.

"Thank you! You asked what Cooper got me..." she beams. Goodness, she loves him.

Spotting Caroline, Thomas approached her, smiling. "Your dress is amazing and this party is exquisite. Although, I think next party Islington has should have a non-existent dress code."

Granted, there were the raves on Halloween that didn't have a dress code, which Thomas had taken full advantage of by wearing a loin cloth and fairy wings. That didn't really count in his opinion, though, since he'd spent it fighting Raymond's followers.

Jean-Claude either looks like a relic from a time past, or some very very hip pirate. She's not quite sure, but the look is certainly eye-catching. It's not a bad look, either. It seems appropriate, for the vampire.

"It's wonderful," she says. "The Anglo always has wonderful food," because she'd eaten here quite a lot in the past, dinners with Cesare before going up to his suite for more dinner and dessert.

She looks up at him and offers a small smile. "You look lovely, Jean-Claude."

She's 100% in formal wear. And she looks cute. Though the wings of her eyeliner indicate that, oh, hey, she's just as deadly.

"Caroline, hello!" Evie gives her a warm smile. She's not a huge one for hugs. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." Well. maybe. "I'm quite well, enjoying a bit of down-time. How are you? You've certainly put on quite the production here."

Jean-Claude, in his own tight black (leather) pants and over the knee boots (with a slight heel -- they make his ass look even better), a brocade vest over his usual poet's shirt and a red velveteen jacket over that -- he appreciates her aesthetic.

Making his way up to her, a cup of the blood punch in his own hand, his lips tinted slightly darker than usual to show he had partaken in some already, he offers her a pleasant smile. "Bonne nuit, mon amie," he greets her, inclining his head and raising his glass in turn.

Jean-Claude is looking dressed for the occasion himself, in his own red and gold brocade vest over his usual poet's vest, red velvet jacket overtop that, as well as the usual skintight black leather pants and thigh-high boots. Still, he cannot help but admire Natasha's own attire as he approaches, the expression on his face obviously showing his approval.

He has a glass of the blood punch in his hand. Of course he does. His color is better than sometimes it is and his lips are slightly tinged -- it shows he's been partaking and not just carrying it around. He'd watched to make sure it hadn't been fae, though. He likes to keep his wits about him, when he can.

"I must say, this is not your usual attire, mon amie, but I for one am not complaining," he says, in greeting.

Jean-Claude has been making the rounds of the guests himself, sometimes with a glass of punch in hand, sometimes without. He spots Thomas from across the room and quirks a smile at the other vampire before making his way across to him. He himself is wearing a red and gold brocade vest over his usual poet's shirt, a red velveteen jacket overtop it all. It makes him look paler than normal, his black hair blacker, and his blue eyes bluer, and he knows it. He has more color about him, from having recently fed, and his lips are slightly stained from the punch.

"Mon ami," he says in greeting to the other vampire. "I almost did not recognize you, in all these clothes."

Definitely like a relic, but with more leather, and with looser morals as far as it applies to tying up the laces on his shirt strings. What can he say, he knows he looks good. And he knows that the red of the vest and the jacket accentuate the white of his skin, the black of his hair, and the blue of his eyes.

He smiles in response to her compliment, inclining his head slightly at her. "You are a vision yourself, mon amie," he replies. He turns back to the food itself, looking almost wistful as he continues, "Tell me about it." The food. It will not be the same, him eating it himself. Everything turns to ash in his mouth these days, and being honest with himself, he misses it.

"The party is going to turn out better, I'll make sure of it." Or at least, she intends to do everything she can to keep things running smoothly. And if she needs to appeal to more powerful people to help, so be it.

"I told you he was going to get you something," she said with a smile. "The necklace especially is stunning."

"Every great party in the history of parties had a dress code," Caroline replied with a grin. "But maybe the next one I throw will be a little more relaxed. Though it would deprive me of the opportunity to see how all you men clean up."

Caroline can't help but stare a bit when she catches sight of Jean-Claude. He's always been handsome - she may have even told him as much once - but tonight is just ... damn.

"Thank you," she says, hoping her cheeks aren't colouring too much. "You look very exquisite yourself."

"Well, why bother planning a party if you aren't going to go all out?" Caroline said, grinning. "Thank you though, I'm really happy with how everything's come together. Now everything else just needs to go smoothly."

She eyes Evie's clothes again. "That is quite the outfit. It suits you though, no pun intended."

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