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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.)
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Who asks what something is when they don't have to pay for it? Everyone knows that free things taste the best. Free things are always superior to their paid-for counterparts, especially if the free things were liberated from some asshole who didn't deserve it, but that's not the case this time. Probably. The vampires are kind of assholes as a collective.
"What're you up to? Bein' all upstanding and shit?" He leans in all close.
For his part, Party's clearly pre-gamed a little and loose from dancing. His clothes are torn and his hair is no less greasy than usual. He looks like a mix of the cleaned up Hollywood version of homeless and a dude who's on his way to Burning Man.
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It's unclear what version of good he's going by, because the shit he's been up to is definitely not in line with the standard definition.
He glances back over his shoulder at the previous car. There's a woman in there with a freshly stained outfit and a whole lot of attitude over it. He doesn't want to be around whenever she figures out what happened. "C'mere, let's go this way," is all the warning he gives Party before hooking a couple fingers in to one of his belt loops and pulling him further away from the witches.
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He sips his drink and rests his hand on Ghoul's forearm. "Where're we goin'? Gonna give me that kiss now?"
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Of course, he ends up grabbing that very same wrist moments later and continues dragging him along, so. Lesson possibly not learned. "You ain't gettin' a kiss. We're gonna park your drunk ass down over here." Here being one of the less populated sitting areas at the far end of the car. Ghoul flops down as soon as they're close enough. "And if anybody asks, I've been with you for the past half hour."
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"Think people're gonna believe you tolerated me for a whole half hour?" He leans close with a grin, but doesn't push his luck for now. "I'll tell them I blackmailed you into it."
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At least the couches are comfortable, even if the people aren't. He wriggles down in to the spot he's claimed for himself, taking up way more room than necessary. The wisest thing to do is to make himself obnoxiously at home just to spite everyone who would rather see him leave. He does, however, leave Party space. Because he's nice.
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He takes a drink and leans a bit into Ghoul's space, because he's not going to pretend to be nice. "Ain't really fair that we don't get a rep, either. No one's really lookin' out for us 'round here, even if they're not assholes to our faces."
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He's noticed Party leaning in to his space, and he lets it slide for now. Possibly because he's thinking hard enough to distract himself. "That's the dumbest shit I ever heard. They don't like us and we don't get a say in anything anyway, so why do they get to tell us what to do?" Uh oh.
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"Who says we gotta do anything? You're thinkin' 'bout it all wrong. Do what you want." Not that Party's really rocked the boat much here, but he's been living his life without much worry for the Night Council or anyone else most of the time.
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"You'd probably wanna enlist a little help." He raises an eyebrow and leans in a little more, because he can be both on board and a fucking dick. "Can't just go 'round by yourself without a buddy or some backup or something."
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