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abraxaslogs2021-10-29 08:55 pm
princessvegas) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-10-29 08:55 pm
HAPPY HALLOWEEN ABRAXAS
Who: Julie Lawry and YOU, everyone
Where: The Horizon, Julie's domain
When: Halloween
What: P A R T Y
Warnings: alcohol, drugs, general party stuff. please put cws in subject lines if they come up!
01 | WAIT
It isn't hard to find Julie's domain. As she had told anyone who visited her prior to this evening, all you ever need to do is follow the music. For a hundred yards in any direction, muffled bass radiates through air. Neon illuminates the entrance in pink, lights a path along the pink carpet and pink velvet rope barricade. The huge double doors are what stick out. Covering the frosted glass, lit from behind, are dozens of bloody splatters and handprints, some of which appear to have been dragged off to the side. Written in giant letters of blood, the door reads TURN BACK NOW.
True to the invite that everyone accidentally received in their vision (most people also got a paper copy left in their domain -- like hell was she going to put in the effort and then throw it away), the doors of Julie's club remain firmly closed until exactly 10pm. At 10, the neon abruptly extinguishes itself and the music goes silent, leaving the area in pitch black quiet. The doors swing open on their own and fog floods out as screams echo from within. The bass starts back up, reverberating at frequency designed to shake the human body from within.
The screams raise to a fever pitch as the lights suddenly come back on, timed to sync with cannons that fire black and red confetti over everyone waiting. It's time.
02 | DANCE
Inside, the entire club has been decorated to appear as if it had sprouted in a desolate forest under a harvest moon, represented by a massive orange orb suspended from the ceiling. Barren trees sprout from the slick black floor, moss and spiders cloaking their protruding roots. In the upper levels of the branches, bodies swing in nonexistent winds, hanging on rotted ropes, bloodied sacks covering their heads. The bar is draped in more moss and spiderwebs, and a bartender dressed as a very convincing zombie is already pouring drinks into the many glasses waiting to be drunk. The bartender's name is Steven, if you need anything, and every drink he makes is the best drink you've ever had. There are tubs of water where you can bob for miniature bottles of Fireball, which must be immediately taken as a shot upon winning one, and some tables bear trays of shot glasses, each one with little floating eyeballs or brains in the drink (they're gummies, and safe to consume). There is a buffet of candy and various creepy snacks against one wall, though it also bears literal dishes of drugs for the taking; bowls of pills and plates of cocaine, and of course, a whole cauldron filled with large blunts and packages of edibles in every variety imaginable, all free for the taking.
The booths and seating are all black now, and look like they've been left to decay for years. More orange orbs light each table. The music is loud, but only comfortably so -- never so loud that it makes conversation difficult. The dance floor is lit from underneath, and strobes in time with the beat. There are already people dancing, although fewer than usual, and though they're all in costume, they ignore everyone unless directly interacted with. These are manifested people, designed to make sure that Julie is never alone, and she doesn't have the heart to unmake them, so instead, they're used as moving decor. The DJ booth looms large above the dance floor, set into the VIP balcony. Blood persistently drips from the edge of the balcony, though it never seems to accumulate anywhere in particular. A separate, smaller stage is set off to one side, with a professional karaoke setup; it's not lit up for use, but can be with the flip of a switch.
03 | SCREAM
If you move through the club, as if to get to the back wall, you'll find that the light gradually grows more sterile and the music fades as the furnishings become sparser and sparser. Eventually, you'll find yourself in what appears to be an abandoned, empty warehouse. The floor is filthy, and there's an ominous industrial fan set in the far back wall, wooshing as it slowly turns. The overhead lighting flickers off and on.
There's a separate structure, two stories and boxy, that's been roped off to prevent entry -- private quarters that Julie put in later, a lofted apartment in case she wants to be somewhere a bit more quiet, with the modern conveniences that she doesn't have outside the Horizon.
But there's a larger structure, shrouded in darkness, and this building-within-a-building has a wide open door. Screaming and violent noises ring from within, and a crooked sign, lit up in black light with glowing white print, points the way in, asking everyone who sees it FEELING BRAVE?.
Inside the haunted house, there is only black light and various glowing colors, all mimicking the negative of a scene from a horror movie. Following the path and noise seems safe at first; though there are creepy things and the feeling of phantom cobwebs accosting you at every turn, there is nobody around. That is, until you turn the first corner. As you do, people in all black with only neon and fluorescent paint to define them begin to swarm at you, cackling and brandishing glowing weapons. They're surprisingly energetic for manifested people, and Julie has worked very hard to get them to do what she wants. They're aggressive but in a defined way; they chase but don't touch, lunge but allow people to escape. They seem to come from nowhere, every time you feel just a little bit less nervous. (If struck, they respond only by immediately leaving the area.) The sound effects crescendo as you come out of the other side, where a table of picture frames hold photos of your funniest scared faces during the experience. They're free for the taking, although of course they can't be taken back to Abraxas, and a celebratory drink accompanies each snapshot. A pink carpet leads the way back to the club.
The night is yours.
[ ooc notes: The pictures are mostly to give a vibe. Since the Horizon is amazing, feel free to presume things look much much much better IC. If you would like a better idea of what her domain actually looks like, please click here! ]
Where: The Horizon, Julie's domain
When: Halloween
What: P A R T Y
Warnings: alcohol, drugs, general party stuff. please put cws in subject lines if they come up!
01 | WAIT
It isn't hard to find Julie's domain. As she had told anyone who visited her prior to this evening, all you ever need to do is follow the music. For a hundred yards in any direction, muffled bass radiates through air. Neon illuminates the entrance in pink, lights a path along the pink carpet and pink velvet rope barricade. The huge double doors are what stick out. Covering the frosted glass, lit from behind, are dozens of bloody splatters and handprints, some of which appear to have been dragged off to the side. Written in giant letters of blood, the door reads TURN BACK NOW.
True to the invite that everyone accidentally received in their vision (most people also got a paper copy left in their domain -- like hell was she going to put in the effort and then throw it away), the doors of Julie's club remain firmly closed until exactly 10pm. At 10, the neon abruptly extinguishes itself and the music goes silent, leaving the area in pitch black quiet. The doors swing open on their own and fog floods out as screams echo from within. The bass starts back up, reverberating at frequency designed to shake the human body from within.
The screams raise to a fever pitch as the lights suddenly come back on, timed to sync with cannons that fire black and red confetti over everyone waiting. It's time.
02 | DANCE
Inside, the entire club has been decorated to appear as if it had sprouted in a desolate forest under a harvest moon, represented by a massive orange orb suspended from the ceiling. Barren trees sprout from the slick black floor, moss and spiders cloaking their protruding roots. In the upper levels of the branches, bodies swing in nonexistent winds, hanging on rotted ropes, bloodied sacks covering their heads. The bar is draped in more moss and spiderwebs, and a bartender dressed as a very convincing zombie is already pouring drinks into the many glasses waiting to be drunk. The bartender's name is Steven, if you need anything, and every drink he makes is the best drink you've ever had. There are tubs of water where you can bob for miniature bottles of Fireball, which must be immediately taken as a shot upon winning one, and some tables bear trays of shot glasses, each one with little floating eyeballs or brains in the drink (they're gummies, and safe to consume). There is a buffet of candy and various creepy snacks against one wall, though it also bears literal dishes of drugs for the taking; bowls of pills and plates of cocaine, and of course, a whole cauldron filled with large blunts and packages of edibles in every variety imaginable, all free for the taking.
The booths and seating are all black now, and look like they've been left to decay for years. More orange orbs light each table. The music is loud, but only comfortably so -- never so loud that it makes conversation difficult. The dance floor is lit from underneath, and strobes in time with the beat. There are already people dancing, although fewer than usual, and though they're all in costume, they ignore everyone unless directly interacted with. These are manifested people, designed to make sure that Julie is never alone, and she doesn't have the heart to unmake them, so instead, they're used as moving decor. The DJ booth looms large above the dance floor, set into the VIP balcony. Blood persistently drips from the edge of the balcony, though it never seems to accumulate anywhere in particular. A separate, smaller stage is set off to one side, with a professional karaoke setup; it's not lit up for use, but can be with the flip of a switch.
03 | SCREAM
If you move through the club, as if to get to the back wall, you'll find that the light gradually grows more sterile and the music fades as the furnishings become sparser and sparser. Eventually, you'll find yourself in what appears to be an abandoned, empty warehouse. The floor is filthy, and there's an ominous industrial fan set in the far back wall, wooshing as it slowly turns. The overhead lighting flickers off and on.
There's a separate structure, two stories and boxy, that's been roped off to prevent entry -- private quarters that Julie put in later, a lofted apartment in case she wants to be somewhere a bit more quiet, with the modern conveniences that she doesn't have outside the Horizon.
But there's a larger structure, shrouded in darkness, and this building-within-a-building has a wide open door. Screaming and violent noises ring from within, and a crooked sign, lit up in black light with glowing white print, points the way in, asking everyone who sees it FEELING BRAVE?.
Inside the haunted house, there is only black light and various glowing colors, all mimicking the negative of a scene from a horror movie. Following the path and noise seems safe at first; though there are creepy things and the feeling of phantom cobwebs accosting you at every turn, there is nobody around. That is, until you turn the first corner. As you do, people in all black with only neon and fluorescent paint to define them begin to swarm at you, cackling and brandishing glowing weapons. They're surprisingly energetic for manifested people, and Julie has worked very hard to get them to do what she wants. They're aggressive but in a defined way; they chase but don't touch, lunge but allow people to escape. They seem to come from nowhere, every time you feel just a little bit less nervous. (If struck, they respond only by immediately leaving the area.) The sound effects crescendo as you come out of the other side, where a table of picture frames hold photos of your funniest scared faces during the experience. They're free for the taking, although of course they can't be taken back to Abraxas, and a celebratory drink accompanies each snapshot. A pink carpet leads the way back to the club.
The night is yours.
[ ooc notes: The pictures are mostly to give a vibe. Since the Horizon is amazing, feel free to presume things look much much much better IC. If you would like a better idea of what her domain actually looks like, please click here! ]
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She has her hand outreached for the bottle, and is looking away toward the bar, waiting for a glass to be brought to her. It's only when she looks back at Himeka, fingers less than an inch from the neck of the bottle, that she widens her eyes with alarm and snatches her hand back before she grabs and drops a container of apparently living fire. ]
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that!
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Fire ball?
[ For all a prank it may seem, she does sound strangely genuine. ]
It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be to get into a bottle. Fire is an astrally aligned element, after all. But I think it looks kind of aesthetic, doesn't it?
[ She shakes the bottle and the fireballs inside go haywire. ]
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What the fuck are you talkin' about? I said Fireball, not balls of fire. [ Steven, ever directed by her thoughts, helpfully supplies a bottle of the liquor in question. It is, very clearly, not made of actual fire. ] It's cinnamon whiskey. Why the hell would I want actual fire at a party?
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Damn.
She lowers the bottle and pulls the sheet up and over her head so she can see the other woman properly, revealing the scales and horns on her head. Her gaze shoots between Julie and Steven. ]
Oh, whiskey?
[ Well shite, she knows what that is. ]
I wasn't sure, but I didn't see any problem with it.
[ Himeka looks down at the bottled fire she prepared. ]
...So I should get rid of this?
[ A slight pout, but it's not too difficult to do, even if it makes the effort a bit of a non-point. She uncorks the bottle and places her hand towards the head. With just a little concentration--very little, mind you, given that Horizon allows much in regards to manipulation--she shifts the elemental alignment from fire to air and the little fireballs dissipate into the air of the room. ]
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[ But when you've been zapped to death by a ball of lightning, you don't take well to balls of anything dangerous in your presence, and the fact that she's uncorking the bottle sends Julie literally crawling into a nearby crowd of manifested partiers who duly protect her by continuing to stand in a cluster. All she needs is other bodies to take the damage.
It takes a long moment after the fireballs disappear, after nothing happens, before she peeks out from behind the legs of someone dressed like a mummy, staring up toward the ceiling as if she expects it to start raining down fire as in Egypt.
When it doesn't, she takes a long swig from the bottle of Fireball in her hand, still on her knees, then emerges from her hiding place. The people still stand near her. ]
Don't ever bring anything here again. You're gonna fuckin' kill someone.
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But there's genuine fear in Julie's actions and Himeka, for all her nonchalance at waving her magics around, actually has a moment of reflection. She's used to them being such a boon that scaring someone who was kind enough to offer an invitation to what should be a happy event...well. ]
...I'm sorry.
[ She looks at the empty bottle, then back to Julie. Her tail droops, causing the back of her ghost sheet to deflate a little behind her. ]
I can assure you that I'm a trained mage, but I won't practice it in here.
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But it also isn't her fault that she has developed a severe fear of fire and lightning. Especially lightning. And, although she didn't know it until right now, elements behaving independently. Anyone who'd been through what she had would be afraid too.
With another long drink, Julie stands and swipes the back of her arm across her mouth, inhaling deep as she tries to make her heart stop pounding. ]
I just -- no fire here, okay? Or lightning. No lightning ever. I just don't like 'em. It's... it's fine, it's not your fault. It's just dangerous.
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(Even if she was a little proud of how the bottled fire turned out. Maybe she can show it off to the dragonets in her domain later.)
Himeka nods in agreement. ]
I won't use fire or lightning magics in here, you have my word. In fact, I won't use any spells.
[ She bows deep in apology, which kind of awkwardly flops the glowing pumpkin around her shoulder. When she straightens, she smiles tentatively. ]
I am still curious about this "Fireball" of yours, if it's all the same? I've had spiced liquor before, but never by that name.
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Still, it's not an immediate return to staggering enthusiasm -- there's a bit of build back up, but she'll be fine in a couple of minutes. ] Oh sure, hold up a sec.
[ She retrieves two shot glasses from the bartender, pours them both with practiced ease, then hands one over to Himeka. Depending on how much whiskey one has tried before, it's either too much or not enough, but the sweetness and cinnamon are distinctly artificial, like sucking on candy more than real cinnamon. The flavor is also strong, probably too strong for most people who are not acquainted with modern flavorings, tastes that come from a lab instead of actual ingredients.
Julie passes one to Himeka and raises the other, toasting before she throws the shot back like water. ] Good girls are made of sugar and spice, but the best girls are made of whiskey and ice!
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Thank you.
[ Then rather than gently sip like any experienced Culinarian would--which she is, mind you--she downs it all in one go. Not like water. Definitely like someone who is used to the equivalent of Eorzean Whiskey and not what this is. There's a moment where her eyes go wide and a shiver is sent from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. ]
That--
[ COUGH. Her tail whips with the motion in the sheet. ]
--is not what I expected!
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She bites her lip to keep from laughing. ]
Sorry, is that your first drink? I shoulda asked. Fireball ain't exactly for first-timers.
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No, but it's--
[ Ahem. ]
--very different from the spiced liquor I've had before.
[ Whew! She can finally refocus on her antlered host properly. ]
I understand now why you call it "Fireball". Is this your favorite?
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[ She does actually be appearing to put quite a bit of thought into the decision. There's clearly no shortage of any kind of alcohol in this building, but she's still ranking them in her mind. ]
Why, what do your people drink?
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[ There's a name that she recognizes, at least. ]
Or at least I assume it's the same thing. Quite bubbly as it goes down your throat?
[ A very pleasant feeling, really. She would drink it for that effect alone.
Though Julie's question is the sort Himeka herself would ask. The best way to learn about another culture is through their cuisine--which, of course, includes the booze. Maybe most of all! ]
In my village seaweed was distilled and fermented to create liquor, though the nearest city on land liked to distill rice, apparently? Very interesting but still tasty, though both lack the punch this has.