Entries tagged with } antonin dolohov

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. )

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Who: Death Eaters and Affiliated
What: Reactions to the Dark Mark activating.
Where: Wherever they happen to be at the time!
When: Newdi Evening
Notes: Reaction drabbles / logs
Warnings: Bumbling?

Reactions posted as comments.

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Who: Antonin Dolohov, Lucius Malfoy Jr, Others (?)
What: Drinking!
Where: ...A...pub (The Ankh?)
When: Evening
Notes: I shall edit this bit once I know the whens and wherefores.
Warnings: None as yet.

( Pub songs don't have witty lyrics. )

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a late autumn wasp

Who: Everyone!
What: A harvest festival and talent show.
Where: Howl Barrow
When: Misdi, the first of Maryden.
Notes: Players are encouraged to invent NPCs, talent acts, or have their characters participate in the show. Have questions? Need to plot more? There's an OOC post for that.

The Zygoda squats in Howl Barrow like an extravagant toad, weighted down by enough decorative architecture to make a baroque angel blush. Live colourful birds - of which an alarming number appear to be cockatoos - roost between the columns and pillars of the facade. The light-up sign outside declares THIS NIGHT ONLY AT THE ZYGODA; AUTUMNAL FESTIVITIES; AMATEUR NIGHT; EVERYONE WELCOME; HARVEST PIES!

The street beneath it has turned into a carnival in its own right; there are tents and stalls selling anything from fortunes told, candy, face paint, and odd little handicrafts. There are street performers and vaudeville artists putting on shows that invite bystanders to join in. The crowd appears to be in a good mood, happy perhaps to be able to let lose and blow off some steam in a friendly context for once. Some wear masks, others are dressed in finery, and others still look like they just got out of work. No one seems to mind either way. The theatres doors stand open, inviting those who wish to step inside.

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then I stop to think and I ask myself why; it's one of those things that darling, you must try.

Who: Antonin Dolohov and Evan Rosier, plus any other Death Eater around if they make it back to the house! YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED
What: WELCOME TO BAEDAL, ANTONIN, I BROUGHT YOU SOME CHAMPAGNE
Where: the Valhalla Inn, possibly elsewhere
When: shortly after Antonin's post to the network
Notes: "I realized something. Antonin is older than most of the death eaters. HE'S THE ONE BUYING BOOZE. That's why everyone likes him. He's the older brother with the car and the beer bong." we are the most serious Death Eater RPers
Warnings: a probable lack of beer bongs, but no promises

Whenever Antonin finds his way downstairs, he may find Evan lounging in the public room, drinking pink champagne straight from the bottle. He is slightly less rumpled than he was over the CiD, having reasoned that commanding Antonin to take a shower requires a certain level of appearance so as not to be hypocritical. So he's wearing most of a suit, just in a careless way, but with no robe, only a long jacket. In deference to the manager, he's keeping his shoes off the coffee table, which is in any case taken up with what is presumably Antonin's 'surprise'. It is a very graciously decorated basket containing bubble bath, fruit, and some possibly mysterious foil packets.

(There is, incidentally, a banana, in case questions arise.)

His expression before he registers Antonin's presence is pensive — not, perhaps, exactly a look he commonly wore in public, and certainly not around Antonin. The difference in their age is significant enough that he never considered Antonin a peer, and he wasn't very close with his peers either, in any case. It's kind of worse now that Antonin's gone through an extra fifteen or so years and Evan hasn't changed at all, but that's nothing he's going to address right now, unless he's forced. And he's sure Antonin won't.

"Drink?" He offers the bottle. It's very nearly full, implying he hasn't been drinking very long, but the perpetually refilling nature of it, thank you, gods of Baedal, means that is a definite lie. Not that it shows with Evan. It's only champagne, anyway.