The Night Train

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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.)

Comments

[falsify]

Novelty, hm? Eames looks around the carriage, figuring out who he recognises and who is the least boring. Sadly, for a bunch of politicians and bootlickers, the majority are a dreadfully boring bunch.

"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.

[nightflowering]

"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."

[falsify]

"As a fae, you're already starting on the wrong foot with this lot." Is that a touch of bitterness to his tone? It most definitely is. He's not exactly fond of this whole thing, as is obvious by the look on his face, even less so of the great snub of the train not passing through their territories at all. Honestly how dare they.

[nightflowering]

"Oh, I see. " There's a bright flash of colour at the base of her throat that might be the rough equivalent to wrinkling up her nose in distaste. "Not a fan of us, are they? Any particular reason or just the usual?"

[falsify]

"The usual," Eames echoes with a heavy sigh, mirroring Lan's distaste, "we're deceitful, we're dangerous, we shouldn't be allowed to just wander around lest we corrupt the entire magical community just by existing."

[nightflowering]

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.

[falsify]

"Plus it's hardly as though they're any different," his tone is a lot lighter on that note, the hypocrisy bothers him, but not as much as the whole 'mortals trying to dictate what he is and isn't allowed to do' thing. He really doesn't care for that.

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."

[nightflowering]

"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."

[falsify]

Eames laughs, and it's genuine this time. It's so nice to be around someone who gets him for a change. "Oh, I'm sure I could introduce you to a few like that, but they're probably not here."

[nightflowering]

"Let me know when you find them and I'll be happy to chat." She's already made some inroads on that herself and sorted out what promises to be an entertaining arrangement with one of the local wolves. Silly puppy, entering into deals without making very sure of the rules.

[falsify]

"I'll see what I can do," he says with an amused lilt. Some of them certainly would love what Lan offers, if they can get past her appearance. Humans are so dreadfully shallow that way.

"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.