003 | OPEN. red lipstick on the end of a cigarette.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, and OPEN.
What: A show premieres at The Vault.
Where: The Vault.
When: Evening til the wee hours of the morning.
Notes: I will set up sections in the comments for people to hang out.
Warnings: WELL IT'S AN ADULT CLUB, SO.

The show starts at nine o'clock, and the bar is full pretty quickly thereafter, but the variety in the club is pretty striking. Xenians in their best suits, non-Xenians in leather and ripped fishnets, everything in between. There doesn't seem to be a lot of cultural divide here between human and not, even given recent issues. Hasibe makes good on her promise to have members of her cohort given seating preference, as she's sweet-talked the cocktail dress-clad hostesses, and the bartenders (in their vague approximations of suits with very open shirts) are aware that she's invited a lot of heavy drinkers. ...she just assumes people in her cohort want to drink--they've been kidnapped to a strange city with many new things to offer, so why wouldn't they?

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Penelope's meandering back to the bar from the backstage area-- some of these girls are just not used to performing in couture, shit needs adjustments-- when she passes a rather usual-looking gentleman that wouldn't otherwise get a second glance, except that he's wearing a priest's collar, and didn't Ilde mention something about that?

P.J. Lane, Girl Investigator. She approaches, entirely un-tentatively.

"Hi, are you Ilde's dude? She mentioned a guy in a collar, I just thought."

[deservesadaisy]

He's amused to be described that way, but it's not inaccurate. "I'm here with Ilde, yes. You're a friend of hers, I take it."

Ivan is unsure he's ever been described in any capacity as a 'dude.'

[mirrorswillfall.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, hi, I'm Penelope Lane, I designed Ilde's dress she's got on tonight. You may already be acquainted with my cat."

She offers her hand to shake, transferring her glass of fruity red sparkling drink to her other. Despite him clearly being way more fussy and upperclass than Penelope would ever lower herself to affecting airs of being, she is determined to make at least one slightly positive impression on a stranger tonight. God knows she could use the good recommendations from more well-connected people than herself, and now's a damn good night to make that shit happen.

[deservesadaisy]

He takes her hand, briefly but without hesitation. "I may at that. You do good work, Miss Lane." Ivan hadn't been terribly set on the schoolgirl uniform, he just found the concept funny; her actual outfit is quite flattering, and he has no objections.

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"Thanks. Ilde's sort of my ideal client, so I'm pretty thrilled to work with her." The fact that she kind of resembles Penelope from far away and if you squint and can't tell the difference between a naiad and a witch is probably a contributor to that, but who's counting anyway.

"So the collar, that's funny. I'm guessing that was Ilde's idea, huh."

[deservesadaisy]

"Either hers or Hasibe's, I forget which of them mentioned it first. I did think it was amusing, though. Ilde has a delightful sense of the perverse."

Which is quite the thing to say, but he seems to mean it more in the sense of "she also enjoys trolling people" than as a comment about their private life.