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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[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

This time his glance back to the table and its occupant is a might more wary. "...god, I keep forgetting that in this city."

But then his attention shifts to Njoki because he remembers her vaguely from somewhere. "I know you," he says, trying to remember back, hand making a gesture like 'it'll come to me eventually.' And then, "The arrival room! I was the rambling weirdo who thought this place was Hell."

Like that is the most natural way to proceed a conversation. Njoki gets the friendliest of smiles and a cheery, "Hello."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"I remember," she replies with a too sharp grin and offers to shake hands. "Ivan's only said the very best about you."

Realizing she ought to clarify that for Mitchell's benefit and blood pressure, "Bastard was on my couch after his apartment had a bit of an accident."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

And hands are shaken.

"I'm sure he did." Don't mind if it's said a bit dryly, he just knows Ivan well enough to query the word 'best.' "I never did catch your name back then."

Ivan had mentioned someone who was a vampire doctor named Njoki, but they never did get around to introductions on his first day way back when.

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Njoki, but Ki works if you can't get around it." The first syllable of her name is somewhere between a glottal stop and a click and while it's comparatively easy to pronounce, it does tend to confuse Western speakers.

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"I'll stick with Ki for now, but I'll at least practise the other part." And most likely still pronounce it weirdly. Irish accents, fff. "Ah, so you're the vampire doctor Ivan was telling me about. Now he definitely had good things to say about you."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Don't believe a word of it. He's all flattery," she manages to say with a straight face . "And, yeah, not what I used to write on my cards but I can advertise more openly here."