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Post by Aubrey on Oct 26, 2023 1:35:33 GMT 1
The Midnight Theatre- normally a bustle of noise and a thrum of vice at this time of night, now closed off to the common. The herd.
No, only a select few individuals would be allowed in tonight- the extra security would ensure it. To enter The Midnight Theatre, one needed proper attire (fitting the theme), a mask (covering the top half of the face at least), and they needed an invitation- they were not addressed to anyone, but a seal confirmed their validity. They permitted access to a single individual.
...Of course, there was another way in. A phrase on the invitation, that only someone who could read magick tongue would know.
Elysium. whisper it to the guards, and they would allow you in. And while the doors on the outside looked much the same? Once someone made their way inside, they would find that the normal walls within the club had been replaced with plaster-formed inserts that seem like marble.
The columns and poles of the club had been done up to look of Grecian design. Yes, those poles.
Many lifelike statues adorned the area, sprinkled on the dance floor and by the bar. Each is dressed in authentic Grecian togas, and a mask. In the dim lighting, they could easily be mistaken for patrons from the distance. The club music has been replaced with lyre-esque tunes, and a 'fountain' decoration filled with...white wine?.... Anyways, the fountain in the center of what would be a dance floor played the sound of running water. It was all tranquil, but loud enough that a private talk could be held.
And there were so many spaces to hold them. All around were the rich, the famous, the ambitious, the lucky.... Anyone could be under the masks.
Everyone was under the mask. Business dealings and veiled barbs sprinkled in between drinks of wine and snacks of bread and oil and fresh fruits. All the staff wore simple masks and appropriate attire.
The second level was closed off- where tonight's host was holed up, for the time being.
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Post by Aubrey on Oct 26, 2023 1:41:06 GMT 1
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Post by Spiral on Oct 30, 2023 13:53:16 GMT 1
The bouncy-haired magician sat in a nook nestled a fair distance away from the main activities of the room. The black of her toga matched the black of the seating in her booth, providing her an almost natural camouflage as she watched the party unfold. 'Wait a minute. Why am I here again?'
She wasn't enthused about masks, parties or this particular flavour of theatre. She was even less enthused about the possibility of crossing other will-workers. She had told herself that if Aubrey complained about the rejection of her personal invitation, she'd wipe his mind -- easy-peasy. Alas, that annoying voice at the back of her skull, namely curiosity, reminded her of other pursuits. "Right! The thing!" Nonchalantly, Spiral's eyes rolled behind the gold mask that covered the top half her face. She knew the odds of her being recognised by anyone but Aubrey tonight were slim to none, but, if she was, she already had an escape plan waiting.  |
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Post by Arete on Nov 12, 2023 13:11:45 GMT 1
She stepped out of her vintage car and looked up at the facade of the club. Even from outside, she could feel the thrum of the sensual energy within, the mingling of music and dancing. Intrigued, she made her way to the entrance.
When she showed the doorman her invitation, etched with gleaming runes, he nodded and gestured for her to enter. She had dressed for the theme of Elysium in an elegant Grecian-inspired gown of icy silk. The strapless bodice was fitted to her curves and embellished with tiny moonstones that glittered in the low light. The full skirt fell in soft folds to the marble floor.
A half-mask made of delicate silver filigree covered the top half of her face, allowing wisps of golden hair to frame her striking features. Her pale skin seemed to glow with an inner luminance. Though many attendees were obscured behind masks, she had a sense that more than a few eyes followed her as she entered the Midnight Theatre, drawn to her quiet grace and poise.
She paused to observe the meticulously crafted recreation of an ancient sanctuary that the club had become. Statues dotted the space like motionless patrons, and the music and sounds of flowing water lent a sense of calm beneath the veneer of revelry. She was curious to see what intrigues and dealings the night might hold behind these veiled facades. Her invitation had promised something of interest, and she was not one to ignore such prompts from fate.
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Post by Static Flux on Nov 20, 2023 14:41:14 GMT 1
His Architects mind casually surveyed the area as he crossed the road before the theatre, grimacing beneath the metal Guy Fawkes mask. He was not sure why he so readily conceeded to the request for such an affectation, the smokey grey toga adorned with a deep green sash that was tied over his right shoulder flowed somehow majestically as he moved. But nonetheless, he had don the attire as stipulated. He felt a right fool as he crossed the street, but as always peoples eyes slid over him as they instinctively averted their gaze, unaware they were even doing it.So this is the place. He stood before the front steps. Waitung until he felt the time was right... then he began his ascent.As he approached the doors, two guards resgistered his presence.
"Alysium" He stated to those who would bar his entry, his odd accent causing a moment of hesitation before they let him pass. He passed them, his motorcycle boots crunching along the floor as some gravel had caught within the soles tread. A few steps past the threshold he paused to stamp his feet, trying to dislodge the offending pebble as his eyes adjusted to the lighting inside.They said they would be here!His eyes kept searching as he moved further in, ending up near the fountain.Attachments:
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Aubrey
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Post by Aubrey on Nov 22, 2023 17:42:09 GMT 1
Enough guests had shown up, that the host could reveal themselves. There were a handful of voices he recognized- but several new 'faces' as well... With any luck, this would be a productive night. So, as the lights dimmed and the starlight effect above was made even more apparent, a cone of directed light made its way to a set of grand stairs leading to the higher levels- guarded, of course. And Aubrey made their appearance, dressed in a robe that wore the constellations, and a mask that shown like a celestial body itself. What could be seen of his body was painted, markings and celestial signs all around. He clearly went all out. "Welcome, treasured guests, to the Acropolis. For today only, revel in the presence of the heavens- gaze at the stars above, and realize how close you are to brushing against the pantheon; to the very doors of Olympus." As he spoke, the man made plenty of sweeping and dramatic gestures, slowly descending. "For that... Is the kind of person you are. Everyone in this room, to have entered these halls, has branded themselves as someone of potential- and of someone who will go to high lengths to achieve it." The invitations had no name. The addresses, while sent to some prominent locations, could easily have been swiped by a maid. Or bought off. Or stolen. "Please enjoy one another's company. Indulge. But you will follow the rules of my realm- I will not forgive any transgressions." For a brief moment, their tone had been icy. But, just as quickly he reverted back to the giddy party host, grabbing a goblet of wine and holding it in the air. "Yamas! Cheers! And save your energy for later- the time will come, where you may all be tested. And a prize awaits the fairest among you." A drink, as the lights returned to their original state. ...The party had officially begun.   |
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Post by Spiral on Nov 22, 2023 18:19:52 GMT 1
'Now where does a goober get a robe that nice? Hats off to him, I suppose.'
Spiral had made her way to where drinks were served but hadn't requested a drink just yet. She used her new vantage to point to look around, her amber gaze lingering on some new guests for just a second longer than the others.
Notably, her eyes trailed those whose beauty seemed to borderline or exceed human margins ... and those who looked sorely out of place.
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Post by Static Flux on Dec 21, 2023 14:47:23 GMT 1
Static surveyed the area, noting that he had yet to collect a beverage. He scanned the area looking for any guests with a familiar stance, seeing who payed attention to the host & those who were otherwise distracted
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Post by Demiurge on Jan 1, 2024 18:48:06 GMT 1
The Midnight Theatre pulsed with life beneath an illusion of antiquity. Statuesque columns stretched upwards, intricately carved to resemble weathered marble. Between their heights hung drapings of dyed silk, casting hues of azure and gold upon the revelers below.
Weaving amongst the formations were patrons of every variety. Some sought revelation through alcohol and drugs, frequently lifting fluorescent glasses and pills to masked lips. Their peals of laughter rang clear over the sounds of electronic music, blending with murmurs from those engaged in closer - more intimate - counsel.
More retiring guests lingered at the outskirts of the dancing throng. Their visages were shrouded in mysterie, calculated gazes flickered between new faces, tracing each subtle movement.
Not all in attendance focused inward on mingling associates. A pair stood apart, observing the full scene with outsiders' eyes. Their plain garb and rough hands marked them apart from the luxury-loving limbs.
By the central fountain, a solitary woman watched it all. Polished ore composed her mask, sculpted into the likeness of ocean waves crashing against rock. Her wine shifted gently in its chalice as slim fingers curled around the stem.
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Post by Arete on Jan 1, 2024 22:03:10 GMT 1
She stood by the central fountain, taking in the vibrant scene unfolding around her. The spatial partitioning of the club into distinct social clusters was intriguing - some here clearly sought shallow pleasures of flesh and vice, while others aimed for deeper knowledge and alliances through veiled discourse.
Her gaze was drawn to the two outsiders apart from the rest, standing amongst exotic luxury in plain garb. What intrigued her was not their apparent poorness of attire, but the sight they cast upon the proceedings with removed eyes. It seemed they viewed this spectacle not as observers, retaining an objective perspective. She noticed the woman too, a tinge of competitive spirit arising before she definitely labeled her as not a menace.
But for now she decided to glide for the bar, a drink would certainly keep her mind "open". Besides, there were some interesting guests tonight, and not just those two fishes out of water she had just noticed.
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Post by Aubrey on Jan 1, 2024 22:20:04 GMT 1
The Dies had been cast. Others may join, but this seemed to be the brunt of this gathering.
He thought he recognized Spiral- always a pleasure seeing her here. But, they could connect later. For now he had new 'faces' to approach. People he didn't recognize. First, he made his way over to the one who seemed absolutory parched, approaching with an unopened bottle of (probably quite expensive) wine, twin glasses alongside. "A pleasure to see a fresh face here. I noticed you're lacking a drink- is it due to a dearth of good company?" As he spoke, the glasses were set on a table and the bottle uncorked- crimson liquid crawling into an offered glass. "You intrigue me. Well, everyone here does. Is this celebration up to your expectations?" If the drink wasn't accepted, he would shrug and drink it himself.
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Post by Spiral on Jan 4, 2024 0:22:21 GMT 1
"Her hair looks like the skunk my dog killed, ate, shat out, and ate again."
A gold masked hellion had appeared next to Arete and her gaze briefly tilted towards the ore masked woman standing alone far from them -- the obvious, unwitting subject of her quiet vilification.
Despite the icy coldness of her words, her voice carries a soothing warmth like the melody of a lullaby. Withal, a keen observer would notice she isn't actually bitter or resentful, just bored.
Perhaps she is waiting for something or someone. Perhaps small talk with a stranger is medicine enough to numb her ennui.
"Her hair looks like her stylist cuts it with a knife and fork."
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Post by Grit on Jan 6, 2024 12:38:50 GMT 1
Grit had made his way into the Midnight Theater with subtle and deft steps that carried him onwards, walking the streets of Boston in the way he knew: quickly and quietly. With a quick word to the security, he enters the main event space and looks upon it all with a mix of awe, concern, and caution. These were not the environments that he would put himself in usually, but when one receives an invitation through a series of improbable events, they take it up on the offer. Especially one like this. Standing in the open for a few moments, Grit can be seen by many. Standing nearly seven feet in height, his size and shape is nearly too much to hide, even under the adequate tunic and cloak he had come here in. Both were colored a deep navy blue, threatening to become onyx black in low light, complimented by a bronze belt at the hip and bronze clips at the shoulders. His arms and hands, what could be seen under the cloth, were large and rugged, tanned from work and left wanting for something to hold, though they content with folding the invitation up and tucking it away. His dark eyes were framed by his long silver mask, coming down into two points that ended past the chin, leaving his mouth open. Having realized his openness, he turns to walk in the shade of the wall, content with viewing the party from a distance. For now at least.  |
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Post by Static Flux on Jan 17, 2024 14:33:05 GMT 1
Static gratefully accepts the offered glass of wine, draining it within seconds.
"Ahhhh, me lack of a drink was merely due to mi tardiness en reaching the resfreshments.. I must say, that is one eye catching kaleidoscope of a cloak"
He reaches within a fold of his smokey grey toga to retrieve a hip flask, filling his glass up with a wink.
"It is an àrd-urram (high honour) to be invited here this eve! I be Static Flux, you have probably never heard of me. I am new in town & of no great notoriety that I be aware of"
His flask is promptly returned to within his toga slung over his bare, tatooed shoulders. An odd floral motif trailing from his back & shoulders up to his neck, his Guy Fawkes mask preventing the true extent of how high the various red, green and blue inks go. He raises his refilled glass again in greeting, the amber liquid looking almost oily, with a scent of smoke rising from it
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Post by Arete on Feb 5, 2024 8:44:12 GMT 1
"Her hair looks like the skunk my dog killed, ate, shat out, and ate again." A gold masked hellion had appeared next to Arete and her gaze briefly tilted towards the ore masked woman standing alone far from them -- the obvious, unwitting subject of her quiet vilification. Despite the icy coldness of her words, her voice carries a soothing warmth like the melody of a lullaby. Withal, a keen observer would notice she isn't actually bitter or resentful, just bored.
Perhaps she is waiting for something or someone. Perhaps small talk with a stranger is medicine enough to numb her ennui.
"Her hair looks like her stylist cuts it with a knife and fork." She turned with graceful curiosity towards the hellion who had materialized at her side. Slender fingers lifted to brush an errant lock of golden hair back into place beneath her delicate half-mask. "Yours however are magnificent" she replied with light amusement. Her melodic voice remained poised and noncommittal regarding either. Looking again to the woman by the fountain, she noted an elegant bearing not unlike her own. She was intrigued that the refined figure would attract such criticism. She wondered if she too was the object of such vitriol. Turning back, luminous eyes searched beyond the gold mask, seeking to understand motivations for such barbs. The woman by her side was an interesting character. "Beauty is at the same time over and underrated" She met the hellion's gaze with calm interest, awaiting response. |
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