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abraxaslogs2023-10-30 01:53 pm
princessvegas) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-10-30 01:53 pm
[open] Happy Halloween~
Who: Julie Lawry + OPEN
When: October 31
Where: The Horizon
What: Julie's annual Halloween party! Costumes are mandatory.
Warnings: In headers
At the beginning of the month, everyone with an existing domain will find themselves in possession of an invitation, delivered under the cover of night by a horde of tiny creatures. No other information follows.
I | WAIT
On October 31st, the pink neon that normally illuminates the edges of Julie's club goes dark. The pink carpet and velvet ropes disappear. In fact, the entire immediate area appears to be cast into almost pitch black. By evening, the building has been engulfed in heavy vines and thick tree roots, climbing upward into an oppressively thick canopy of treetops. Lush tropical plants bloom along the walls, their vibrant colors a natural sign of warning. Large flying insects flit into them, only to find themselves entrapped, stuck in thick sap that holds them while the petals close and devour the bugs.
Next to the closed double doors is a sign, but otherwise no signs of modernity. The ordinarily smooth walls of the club now have carvings that appear ancient, hidden under the leaves and moss. Anyone who looks closely will see that the carvings depict savage battles and human sacrifices, vicious animals tearing the people limb from limb. Anyone who looks really closely might find some of the carvings to be a bit... familiar.
Primal screeching echoes in the darkness, furious and inhuman. There's the distinct sensation of predatory eyes peering from the trees, in the bushes. A distant clock rings nine times.
Suddenly, there's movement on the ground. A truly massive snake, easily fifty feet long and thick as a tree trunk, slithers next to the ankles of the waiting crowd, hissing. Its muscles flex and shift under scales so black they shimmer iridescent, and its eyes are eerie yellow. The doors swing open and it disappears inside. Music pours out into the crowd.
II | CREEP
Inside, the lobby is gone. Instead, there is only more dense jungle flora. A barely visible path, made of more carved stones covered in moss and leaves, winds between the plants. The starting stone simply says Watch your step. Land on one of the stones marked with a dusty jewel and pay the price -- rabid monkeys might swing toward the unlucky adventurer, or perhaps a vivid green tree snake will drop its tail down to try and coil around them, or maybe you'll just barely miss a blowdart to the cheek (it will never actually hit its targets, only sail harmlessly past and into the leaves).
When the travelers reach the huge stone "temple" doors, aggressive guards in masks and indeterminate tribal garb leap from the shadows. (Those familiar with Julie's live-in partiers might recognize their faces under the markings.) They'll holler and scream for a moment, but then the doors will open, revealing the "temple" inside.
III | PARTY
In the main entrance to the club, the darkness is broken by crude torches lining the walls and support beams. More eerie carvings, larger and more intricate, are placed throughout the space; several have large gemstones for eyes, shimmering in the spare light. Skulls and bones, both human and not, litter the edges of the room, with piles taller than the average man in the corners. The remainder of Julie's Horizon-dwelling club kids are all dressed as tribal warriors of indeterminate origin (she's not out to mock any specific cultures, but she figures that shit like "face paint" and "bones" and "feathers" are generic enough) -- they all seem to be having a ball playing their roles for the night.
The bar is now hewn from stone, matching the rest of the carvings. As always, Steven the bartender is serving drinks, dressed to match theme. Tables contain a variety of food, much of which appears to be meat roasted on sticks, but, unnervingly, there's a huge platter of skulls and what appear to be raw human hearts. Look closely and you might notice them still beating. An "altar" bears several bowls, all of which hold drugs; cocaine, different types of pills, and of course, large amounts of cannabis products.
The dance floor is lit from below in stark white, casting unsettling shadows in every direction. From above hangs a disco ball shaped like a skull, bouncing the lights around disconcertingly. Behind the dance floor is an elevated throne crafted of bones, and this is where Julie herself can be found.
Happy Halloween.
When: October 31
Where: The Horizon
What: Julie's annual Halloween party! Costumes are mandatory.
Warnings: In headers
At the beginning of the month, everyone with an existing domain will find themselves in possession of an invitation, delivered under the cover of night by a horde of tiny creatures. No other information follows.
I | WAIT
On October 31st, the pink neon that normally illuminates the edges of Julie's club goes dark. The pink carpet and velvet ropes disappear. In fact, the entire immediate area appears to be cast into almost pitch black. By evening, the building has been engulfed in heavy vines and thick tree roots, climbing upward into an oppressively thick canopy of treetops. Lush tropical plants bloom along the walls, their vibrant colors a natural sign of warning. Large flying insects flit into them, only to find themselves entrapped, stuck in thick sap that holds them while the petals close and devour the bugs.
Next to the closed double doors is a sign, but otherwise no signs of modernity. The ordinarily smooth walls of the club now have carvings that appear ancient, hidden under the leaves and moss. Anyone who looks closely will see that the carvings depict savage battles and human sacrifices, vicious animals tearing the people limb from limb. Anyone who looks really closely might find some of the carvings to be a bit... familiar.
Primal screeching echoes in the darkness, furious and inhuman. There's the distinct sensation of predatory eyes peering from the trees, in the bushes. A distant clock rings nine times.
Suddenly, there's movement on the ground. A truly massive snake, easily fifty feet long and thick as a tree trunk, slithers next to the ankles of the waiting crowd, hissing. Its muscles flex and shift under scales so black they shimmer iridescent, and its eyes are eerie yellow. The doors swing open and it disappears inside. Music pours out into the crowd.
II | CREEP
Inside, the lobby is gone. Instead, there is only more dense jungle flora. A barely visible path, made of more carved stones covered in moss and leaves, winds between the plants. The starting stone simply says Watch your step. Land on one of the stones marked with a dusty jewel and pay the price -- rabid monkeys might swing toward the unlucky adventurer, or perhaps a vivid green tree snake will drop its tail down to try and coil around them, or maybe you'll just barely miss a blowdart to the cheek (it will never actually hit its targets, only sail harmlessly past and into the leaves).
When the travelers reach the huge stone "temple" doors, aggressive guards in masks and indeterminate tribal garb leap from the shadows. (Those familiar with Julie's live-in partiers might recognize their faces under the markings.) They'll holler and scream for a moment, but then the doors will open, revealing the "temple" inside.
III | PARTY
In the main entrance to the club, the darkness is broken by crude torches lining the walls and support beams. More eerie carvings, larger and more intricate, are placed throughout the space; several have large gemstones for eyes, shimmering in the spare light. Skulls and bones, both human and not, litter the edges of the room, with piles taller than the average man in the corners. The remainder of Julie's Horizon-dwelling club kids are all dressed as tribal warriors of indeterminate origin (she's not out to mock any specific cultures, but she figures that shit like "face paint" and "bones" and "feathers" are generic enough) -- they all seem to be having a ball playing their roles for the night.
The bar is now hewn from stone, matching the rest of the carvings. As always, Steven the bartender is serving drinks, dressed to match theme. Tables contain a variety of food, much of which appears to be meat roasted on sticks, but, unnervingly, there's a huge platter of skulls and what appear to be raw human hearts. Look closely and you might notice them still beating. An "altar" bears several bowls, all of which hold drugs; cocaine, different types of pills, and of course, large amounts of cannabis products.
The dance floor is lit from below in stark white, casting unsettling shadows in every direction. From above hangs a disco ball shaped like a skull, bouncing the lights around disconcertingly. Behind the dance floor is an elevated throne crafted of bones, and this is where Julie herself can be found.
Happy Halloween.
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Too bad he's not the type to arrive as the wolf dressed like grandmother.
He tears more of her outfit, enough to pull the lacy mesh off her shoulder. As her hands slide under his shirt, he shrugs off his leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor. He sheds his tail after just to get it out of the way and kicks the whole thing aside. ]
I might. [ He slides his leg between hers. His thumb presses to her lower lip. She's so rarely painted in all dark colours except on these occasions, and he likes seeing it. ] Might do that, anyway.
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[ Her outfit tears more as she moves, the one sleeve detaching entirely but still wrapped around her arms. His skin is hot against her hands, her nails digging into his sides as she pulls at him.
With an impish smirk, she nips at his thumb before she closes her lips around it. Her teeth drag and there's black lipstick on his hand when she pulls back, her head falling against the wall. ]
'Cause queens don't beg.
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Who said anything about begging?
[ He's easily convinced in many ways. But it doesn't matter, anyhow; he's already tearing the rest of that fabric off her other shoulder, her chest, until he can spread his fingers over her bare back. Her pulse thunders in his ears, and he can feel blood rushing to the surface of his skin.
Then he kisses her again. She's taller in her heels, and he only needs to lean down a bit to capture her lips. That's when he finally undresses all of her, letting the rest shred under his claws. Scraps of fabric flutter to the floor. He wraps one hand around a rope holding a swing and tangles the other in her hair. His knee nudges between her legs. ]
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Baby.
[ It's all she says, and her voice is more growl than purr. She's not fighting him for dominance, but she's staring at him like she might try to eat him alive. ]
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He lets her ride him for a moment; he can feel her heat radiating against his leg, and he trails his lips down to the side of her throat. His teeth dig in hard enough to leave a mark.
Too bad it won't manifest outside. But he can leave different ones later.
Soon enough, he replaces his knee with his hand, pressing his palm between her thighs. He coaxes her hand lower, too, until her fingers send bright sparks dancing up his spine. She can consume as much of him as she wants. It's no secret how much he wants her, how much he likes it when she looks at him as though he's the only thing occupying her thoughts. ]
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Managing to catch her breath somewhat, she tilts her face back down to him, capturing his mouth for a moment with hers before she murmurs. ] Thought you were hungry.
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[ Is that possible? Perhaps not. He won't tease for much longer; as soon as she releases his cock, he spins her around, pushing her back up against the wall. His gaze roams over her for a moment, the arch of her spine.
Then he's wrapping one hand around her wrist to pin it, too, before he sinks inside her with a heavy exhale. Her skin burns against his. He sweeps her braid, pressing his lips to a bare shoulder. An ache begins to pulse at his core, one that leaves him with a barely contained shudder. ]
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A soft moan escapes when he slides into her, her eyelids fluttering and her forehead touching the wall. Her fingertips briefly go white from how hard she pushes them into the surface of the wall; her free arm stretches back and clutches his leg, nails digging in. Heat runs through her veins from center outward, so scorching that she can already feel sweat beading behind her knees and along her spine.
Clawing gracelessly at his thigh, she lets out a plaintive whimper. ]
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Like how he doesn't really give a shit about the gouges in her wall, left behind from his claws. Or the potted fern that tumbles off the shelf and shatters, scattering dirt and broken pieces clay on her floors. It'll all be put right when she next returns.
Nails dig into his thigh. His breaths come heavier, sharper. Her scent grows thicker, and he lets his hand trail across her stomach before gliding up towards her breast. ]
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Her fingers grow slippery with perspiration against the wall, sliding a little every time she thinks she's found some purchase -- it's mostly his claws holding her in place, scraping the inside of her wrist. Her spine is curved so far back that it hurts to breathe, just a little, with her skin stretched tight over her ribs and his steady rhythm punching into her from below. She feels like she's floating on a cloud.
Julie lets her neck flop bonelessly backward to rest her head against his shoulder. She turns and looks up at him through fluttering lashes with a glaze over her eyes; his skin has gone pale and his veins dark, and he's just so fucking pretty that she can barely stand it. Her ears are filled with a rushing sound and her own choked gasps.
Releasing his leg, she fumbles up his arm until she finds his hand with her own shaking one. With a shuddering mewl, she tugs his hand back down, her grip weak but insistent, pushing his fingers between her thighs. ]
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A low growl escapes his throat. He lets her pull his hand away, following her lower to where she's grown slick and warm. He parts her there, pressing down and rolling gently as he rocks against her. The room falls away. All that fills his vision is her.
A spark slithers up his spine. He spills before she does, and there's a moment where he simply grips her thigh, blood rushing between his ears. Then he's coaxing her along, too—gliding his fingers over her until he hears the hitch in her breath. ]
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When his hand comes back to her, her eyes snap shut with a grateful sob. Behind her eyelids, everything goes white and silent for a brief second. Then the sound crashes back in as she blinks again with a cry. Her knees are suddenly full of jelly, and she thinks they might buckle underneath her while she's still trying to pull her senses back together. Her hand is wrapped tightly around his wrist. ]
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There's no bed around, but they've no need for one; a pile of cushions await. He sprawls on top of them alongside her. Leaves and vines tumble from painted pots hanging from the ceiling and walls. His hand rests gently on her stomach. He leans in to kiss her.
So much was foreign to him in her domain, but it all feels perfectly at home these days. It's one of the few places in the Horizon he falls asleep in. ]
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Shifting slightly, she curls her legs with a sigh and lets her fingers trail to his cheek. Eyes closed, she lets out a deep sigh; her stomach clenches nervously for a moment at the thought that she's going to have to leave sooner rather than later, but she stubbornly pushes it away. Places herself only here, only now.
There and back. It'll only be a few hours. Hopefully, he won't even know until she's back.
When she murmurs, her voice is thick and content. ] I promise I won't tell anyone you had fun this year, either.