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.

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[edsidlemirth.livejournal.com]

Eddie is no longer staying at the Valhalla Inn, but he likes the place and there's a survival party, so of course he shows up. In addition to acquiring his own place to stay, he's gotten a fine, green bowler hat to go with his suit. He is pleased with this, so that's coming to the party, too.

When he arrives, he wanders the room, briefly, before finding a seat, sans drink and food, to see who else arrives. There will be plenty of time to mingle when there's more of a crowd, and no need to drink unless it's offered and can be carried around as a social prop.

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[seal_clubs_you]

Mike, of course, gives Eddie a friendly wave and a smile upon arrival. He's been largely absent since the whole raid on the inn -- finding a place of his own and looking for work -- so this is probably the first time either of them has seen the other since that day.

[edsidlemirth.livejournal.com]

"So! We meet again!" Eddie waves back, and waits to see if he should stand, or if Mike's going to join him. He's significantly more relaxed than he was at their last meeting, looking downright comfortable, at the moment.

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[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

Still unsure just what to make of Baedal and its people, Njoki felt obligated to attend the party in the common room if only so she can meet her fellow cohorts and get a feel for what they're willing to tolerate. When among friends, she can be quite amiable, even gregarious, but for now a little reserve is in order.

Even though she arrives late, ensuring that the event is in full swing, and dressed as casual (http://www.tophotbutches.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/02cooper.jpg) as she is, Ki knows that she cuts an imposing figure and will likely have to work to strike up small talk with the locals.

gender confusion is go go go

[indiscreet]

Well, he was handsome, no doubt about it.

How many bad ideas had begun with Anna telling herself exactly that? Still, she'd never been with a spade before, and she was curious. Not to mention a far more dangerous emotion: bored.

She begins a sauntering walk over, one hand already coyly at her hip, her beaded cocktail dress swinging (oh so scandalously) just above her knees.

"Hello, good-looking. I think you ought to talk to me."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Why's that?" she says with a bit of a grin. Sure, it's nice to be greeted as 'good-looking', and for all she knows that's just how Baedalites talk, but Njoki has a sneaking suspicion that there's one or two unpleasant surprises in store for this woman.

[indiscreet]

The man's voice is a touch higher than she expected. A strange combination with the firmly muscled body, she notes.

It's easy enough for Anna to slip into what she thinks of as her "old self." Audrey's club hadn't been just a job, and Chicago hadn't been just a city, but this girl -- confident, a vamp and she knows it and she knows you want it -- is who she's happiest being.

Her expression is teasing -- somewhere between a pout and a grin.

"I don't have anyone to talk to yet. I imagine I could wait for some gentleman or other to approach me, but as it turns out, this evening I'm not in the mood for patience." She leans in conspiratorially. "Isn't that lucky?"

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"I've never had much patience for gentlemen myself," she says with a small smile. "So I think you're in good company."

"Njoki, but Ki'll do if you can't manage it," she responds with a phrase that while earnest is said entirely by rote. No matter how often she introduces herself, Njoki never really expects anyone to get her name right. "And you?"

/is good on my word :3b

[51stcentury]

Jack doesn't really know what he's doing there, at this party. He figures it would be a good idea to start making some friends within the city, other than the ones he has. He doesn't like that he's got basically no connections there. And so he finds himself hanging back to the room, looking over the crowd when he notices someone new to the room. Someone tall, imposing, and downright gorgeous as far as he's concerned. He steps forward, making his way across the room.

"Enjoying yourself here so far?" he questions, walking up to the person with a smile.

Come here. I smoosh your face.

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Something like. You?" Njoki's smile is bright and a bit too toothy, but her tone and body language say that she's amused rather than hungry.

X3

[51stcentury]

Ah, female. Jack can tell by the voice, there's just that hint of feminine tone that makes him smile wider. The fact that he had to wonder at all makes it all the more sexy. "I've been to worse parties," he says, with a bit of a shrug and a laugh. He holds his hand out to her to shake.

"Captain Jack Harkness," he says, introducing himself.

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Njoki Rainmaker, but Ki'll do if you can't manage it," she says accepting the handshake. Jack may notice that her hands only have a few callouses from a performing some sort of repetitive, physical labour and that her body temperature is a bit warm for a human. "And I'm from Earth, which is a bit strange to add to an introduction, but I'll go with it."

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[serjeant]

Come Thursday morning, Seoraj will be leaving the inn; his belongings are packed upstairs and he'll be living in the back of the forge for a while, just 'til he finds a house in Stoneshell that suits him well enough to pay for. On Wednesday evening, though, he sees no reason not to enjoy a last evening here in this interesting gathering of individuals. He missed the battles they're marking, but he's a social sort of a man and it's a curious variation on what he's used to. Besides, he'd rather be in company than not.

Kilt, new boots and a clean shirt is as cleaned up as he gets, and he'll find himself a drink and someone (or someones) to talk to in short order.

[Apollo is being wingman to Sebastian. Multiple threads okay.]

[truthsandlyres]

Apollo sat in a chair by the door, third drink of the evening in his hand as he awaited his new pupil.

Perhaps, when sober, he had thought his suggestion of assisting the introverted, somewhat disfigured man to find women had been the results of stress and ale. But tonight, with a drink or two in him again, it had suddenly struck him as the most brilliant idea he had ever thought of. And so he had sent a message to Sebastian, requesting his immediate presence.

Apollo's eyes scanned the crowd, trying to figure out who would be the best conquest. Someone pretty, but not too pretty to talk Sebastian. Not shy enough to run away, but not loud enough to scare him off either.

Apollo grinned. He could tell this was going to be amazing.

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

Sebastian isn't entirely sure whether or not he's burning off bad karma from a previous life or from his current one, but when Apollo calls and tells him that this is the night, the time and place to go and receive his glorious divine aid, he can only shrug and agree. It's a poor idea to refuse a god a simple request and while he has stunningly low hopes for this evening, at least he'll have gotten the 'favour' over and done with.

"Thank you for the invitation."

[truthsandlyres]

"Sebastian!" Apollo said cheerfully, pushing himself up to his feet and walking over to the man. He reached out and clapped his hand against Sebastian's shoulder, looking quite pleased with his arrival.

"So, first things first. What do you like? Blond? Brunette? Big chest? Long legs? Thin and delicate or curvy and plowable?"

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

Sebastian's expression is somewhere between stunned and unsure, but he gamely attempts to answer, "Er, well, I suppose I'm an agreeable man."

It's not that he's entirely inexperienced, but dating and finding a partner have never been a priority for him. Sebastian does want to help Apollo and reviews the women he's been involved with: Cho, Ginny, and Luna, all three very different.

Re: [Apollo is being wingman to Sebastian. Multiple threads okay.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Mina was working on her first glass of the blood/rum drink mix when she spotted her golden friend, Apollo. Okay, maybe not her first drink. More like her third. No matter.

She couldn't help but smile when she saw him. Something about him was utterly charming and entertaining. She blamed that largely on her Crone upbringing. They did revere the pagan gods, after all. But Mina had to admit, she didn't always necessarily go in for every last bit of the dogma. One of many reasons why she was a lousy choice for a hierophant, but that was in the past now, wasn't it?

Raising her glass, she made her way over to him, swishing her hips slightly to show off the way that the fabric of her dress sparkled. "I told you I sometimes wore dresses," she said as a greeting, before taking another healthy swallow of her drink. "Hello, darling, delighted that you could join me. I do so hope you'll treat us to a song tonight. I feel like singing."

[truthsandlyres]

Apollo looked up. Mina! Wonderful. She was attractive and friendly and kind of seemed like she'd enjoy a good tumble down a hill.

"Mina!" he said loudly and grabbed Sebastian by the shoulders, pushing him toward the woman. "Have you met Sebastian?"

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I believe we spoke on the network," he says politely and offers his hand to shake. If she appears put off by his missing fingers, Sebastian won't be offended and he'll withdraw the offer.

[wandandsickle]

Jones has never really been much of a party person. At least, not this sort of party. The ones she tended to get invited to either were the sort that involved lots of folk dancing and shouting in Lithuanian, or otherwise lots of catchy slogans, red banners, and speeches about Marxism. This party's neither, so she hangs back by the wall in her newly-stitched dress, nursing a drink and studying the rest of the partygoers.

[truthsandlyres]

Apollo remembered Jones as he spotted her. Oh yes, another one of the people he had met that night. The night with too many drinks.

"Come on," he said to Sebastian and pulled him along. She looked a little lost and lonely, she would probably appreciate the company.

"Jones, was it?" he asked, offering the woman his most handsome smile. "You look lovely tonight. Nice party, isn't it? Drink and music and drinks?"

He gently prodded Sebastian forward. "Have you met Sebastian?"

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

Sebastian offers a wan smile and an earnest handshake. He is pleased to meet Jones, but Apollo's over the top behaviour and lack of moderation is really starting to grate on his nerves.

"Hello." He's unlikely to be put out if she chooses to decline the handshake -- Sebastian knows all too well that some people are uncomfortable touching his scarred hand with missing fingertips.

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[seal_clubs_you]

Mike -- who has been settling into a new place and not much seen since the raid on the inn -- arrives, for once dressed in neither fatigues nor scrubs, but nice jeans and a blue shirt. He's done suits in the past, and even does one on Sundays in Baedal now, but this seemed a lot less formal.

After getting food and drink, he starts circulating, paying close attention to names and faces. It's a good chance -- he hopes -- to learn more about the others in his Cohort.

[fish]

Despite the extreme slowness of his typist, Fish does show up to this darn thing—not exactly on time, mind, and he looks a bit guilty in a wide-eyed, alert sort of way, like a kid who snuck out of bed and isn't sure if his parents are lurking somewhere. Whatever, he left a note at the front desk, it'll be fine. ...Maybe. Still, he has come prepared with the excuse that he wanted to make sure they weren't wrecking the place in case not-mom shows up with her arms folded.

Really, though, Fish is pretty much here to check out the food, in case Mina did take his ridiculous advice and made bacon happen. Should anyone intercept him, he will say hello, but thus far is doing a decent job of making a beeline toward the catering table. Subtly. Slowly. Like a ninja.