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

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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"The nice one? Oh, the nice political party. Yeah." She grins, faintly. "I like them. They seem like they have some genuine concern for the people who get dragged in here. I'm all for that."

She has another sip of wine, shaking her head slightly. "I have my doubts. I was moving toward getting into investigative reporting. Digging up the stories that don't get told. I'm not sure that'd fly real well in this city." Not that that should stop her--normally it wouldn't, but lately she's tired. Complacent. Unfocused.

"I don't know. Maybe there's another way."

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

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