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undergrounds2017-01-22 11:27 pm
undergroundmods) wrote in undergrounds2017-01-22 11:27 pm
The Night Train
It's the 22nd of January and the sun has disappeared behind the horizon. You're waiting at your nearest station when a sleek, metallic grey train pulls up at the platform. No one else can see it, only those who are aware of the supernatural world. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Night Train. Tonight the leaders of the Night Council will be making their annual introduction to the supernatural community – aboard a train that will make stops in every borough with a significant supernatural presence. Hop on and off whenever you like: this event is designed to be open to all. (Though for some reason the train won't be passing through East End or Seelie/Unseelie territory...)
The event takes place from 7pm-12 midnight Sunday 22nd January.
Rules of entry
• No weapons. Any weapons or objects that could be used as weapons will be confiscated.
• No drugs or alcohol except that provided at the event. Don't try to sneak any in.
• No violence. The train is cursed with a hex that will punish any trouble-causing passengers with a lightning strike. The Council doesn't mess around here.
Carriages
The train has five carriages, each one with a different theme. While the Night Council members are dispersed throughout the train, they are under no obligation to stay in their carriage and will likely move around to network and meet fellow members of the supernatural community. There are cameras and security guards in every carriage to ensure there is no trouble.
1) PRESIDENT / VICE PRESIDENT. At the front of the train is a carriage decked out as if for royalty. Surprisingly spacious, the carriage is decorated with gilt trimmings, a thick wine-red carpet and leather seating. Portraits of previous Presidents and Vice Presidents line the wall. Coffee, tea and wine is being served at tables interspersed throughout the carriage and finger sandwiches are available.
2) WITCH REPRESENTATIVE. The next carriage along belongs to the Witch Representative. It's rather like walking into a greenhouse: the entire place is full of herbs and other plants, and there are tables where you can sit and ask for advice or magical favours from witches with varying specialities: a healer, a herbalist, a psychic, a medium and a potions maker. Magical butterflies flutter along the ceiling and among the flowers like colourful lights. A small bar at the end of the carriage serves a variety of herbal teas.
3) VAMPIRE REPRESENTATIVE. The next carriage along belongs to the Vampire Representative. Decorated in a tasteful dark red, about half the carriage's length is taken up by a wine bar that serves a variety of alcoholic and blood-based drinks and snacks. The other half consists of leather seating where the seats face each other to allow guests to talk while enjoying a drink.
4) SHAPESHIFTER/META HUMAN REPRESENTATIVE. It seems that Yasmine decided her aim for the night was to let loose and avoid talking, since this carriage is basically a narrow dance floor. Club music blares out from speakers on the ceiling, there's a disco ball and strobe lighting, and all the windows are blacked out. A magical seal ensures that the noise is contained within this carriage, so you won't hear any of it until you step inside.
5) EMPTY CARRIAGE. There's nothing here apart from rows of seats that you might find on any ordinary train. A sign on the door says "WARNING: THIS CARRIAGE IS HAUNTED. KEEP OUT." If you ignore the sign and go in anyway, you might feel a sense of unease. The shadows seem unnaturally long and the lights will flicker on and off. Magically sensitive types will feel a strong sense of impending death and may experience visions of the seats being ripped apart and blood spattered on the walls. If you stick around even after that, the most magically sensitive person in the carriage will experience a vivid hallucination of their own death at the hands of a vampire. If you manage to endure that without fleeing, PM the mod to continue. (Don't worry, no one will die.)
General, plz.
As Lan winds her way through the crowds towards Eames, she is well aware that looks somewhat out of place among all the suits and fine dresses. Slight, scaled, and wearing only an undyed linen sarong tends to make one stand out in a carriage filled with brass and heavy carpet. "Be careful if they give you advocaat. First, we know then that they'll be offloading the unwanted drinks on you, but more importantly, your face would curdle it."
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"Lan," he smiles in greeting, tips his glass toward her, "you needn't worry about that. I wouldn't go near the stuff."
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"I am profoundly relieved, both for your sake and that of the bartenders." Lan is a little disappointed that her favourite drinks are not as common at this sort of thing. Silly humans bothering themselves with too tart grapes that have gone off when they could be drinking full fat milk sweetened honey and nutmeg.
"Now, petal, I know that I've been gone from the city for far too long when I can't recognize more than a quarter of the faces here. Do tell, who's who and who ought I introduce myself to or avoid?" You see? She's starting with something practical, not even outright digging into the salacious gossip.
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Regardless of his drink preferences, he gestures to a pair of seats of to the side of the carriage and quirks an eyebrow, "depends on what you're looking for." Business or pleasure, as it were. And then, what kind.
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If he wishes to sit, she's happy to move out of the crush and bother to perch and look decorative.
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"Well there's him," he gestures to a witch a little way away, "big dreams of being the witch representative, and an obsession with both literally and metaphorically fucking fae that he thinks nobody knows about."
Eames taps his lip a little as he continues, eventually settling on pointing out a vampire who is dressed to the nines for tonight. "Sold her a Fabergé egg a few years ago. She had no appreciation for the amount of trouble getting the overrated thing was."
If Lan wants more dumb facts like this about the guests, Eames has a lot of them.
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"Hmm, if you ever decide to go east for a little gentle acquisition, do let me know. I talked Sheikh Hamad into allowing me to view the Winter egg. It was stunning and I wouldn't mind viewing it again." Lan wouldn't keep the thing, she has no use for it, but she doesn't like that he's shut the lovely egg all away in his private museum. It should be out in the world, being lovely.
"All good to know. I don't want to go about all wrong-footed, you see. Such an effort to break back into what passes for society and yet, I must try."
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Lan's laugh is a bright, ringing chime of sound that echoes throughout the train car.
"Oh, if that's all. They're not wholly wrong, of course, but you'd think they'd have learned a little over time." After all, fae don't grow and change like humans.
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Eanes takes a sip of his drink with a soft sigh, "I don't think they're interested in learning. Half of London was warded to stop us opening doors."
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"On the whole, perhaps not, but if we are very clever, we can find the ones that will listen." Lan has always been rather good when it comes to playing the long game and making interesting deals. "You know that I like them mad, bad, and dangerous to know."
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"In the meantime however, I don't think I've made my displeasure clear enough to the shifters yet." Hell yeah he's gonna go and scowl at that dancefloor. He's dedicated to his disgust.