A toast to that invincible bunch [OPEN]

[primogen_vampirate]

Who: Mina and YOU
What: A "thank God we're not dead" party
Where: Common Room, Valhalla Inn
When: Wednesday evening
Notes: Party log; please specify if you're tagging someone in particular, or if it's open season on your character
Warnings: Angering Mina probably results in unhappiness

There were two things Mina rarely did; over-indulge and wear dresses. Tonight, she decided, was a night to throw both inhibitions to the wind. And so, as she made her way up to the common room, she made her way in style, wearing a slinky crimson gown with no back and a plunging neckline. She looked good. Classy, as any society woman of her day. Well, the 1930s, anyway, since she would always consider her day to be the 1720s, really. The only drawback of the dress was that it left both her pirate brand and her Valkyrien Amazon tattoo uncovered, but at this point, Mina was fairly certain that no one would recognize or care about either marking.

The room had been arranged to her satisfaction. She enjoyed ostentation immensely, but opted for a more low-key take on the celebrations. The lights were pleasantly dimmed and there was jazz music playing out of some marvelous contraption that Mina had borrowed. Around the room, she had a few trays of food arranged. Since Mina had no sense of taste to speak of, she hired someone to take care of the food and drinks. The only culinary arrangement she had made for herself was a special mixed drink; store-bought blood (dreadful though it was) laced with ample amounts of rum. That was being kept under a table for now.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the angle of her fedora slightly. There was no telling what to expect tonight. And frankly, given her experiences in Chicago, she probably should have known better to arrange for any kind of public affair. But Mina was in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she tended to revert into her flippant, false persona to spare herself of too much thought. Besides, she was in the mood to dance with someone handsome.

what if

[pureandstrange.livejournal.com]

Who: Ilde Decima and Rodolphus Lestrange
What: Ilde wishes to bestow a priceless artifact upon Rodolphus.
Where: Queequeg's
When: TODAY, RIGHT NOW
Notes: if you don't like tentacles u a scrub
Warnings: ... tentacles, or rather, just one tentacle, a very small one (I presume)

While prior to his arrival in Baedal, such activities as 'going out for coffee/tea' or indeed anything other than 'running around hiding and killing people indiscriminately' had not played a large part in Rodolphus Lestrange's life. Even after he has for the most part become accustomed to life in this city, there are not many conventional leisure pursuits for someone like him. He reads a great deal, explores what he could, and lives frugally from job to job. His natural disconnect makes it difficult to find suitable employment, but he sees no reason to seek a more permanent vocation — yet. The city unsettles him, as does this world's propensity to neutralize his magical powers depending on where he was.

This, then, is a novelty, not only in activity, but the setting, as well as the other participant. He has been past and heard about Queequeg's but had never entered the premises before; the last time he 'socialized' with a significantly younger person or people was, in fact, the sea trip, and before that, the battle at Hogwarts. He remembers Ilde and Balthier best, but did not see fit to seek them out afterward.

... he doesn't expect anything sinister to happen, even with Ilde's ominous query regarding the fae.