AS THE CROWD FILTERS IN [Alucard was more than happy to leave all the planning to Jaskier. It was a way of funding the work without losing sight of the work - a fair division of labor if he ever saw one. The sole request to arrange the food platters for the #aestheics was perfectly fine, and if the two goat cheese cheesecakes on offer were a hit, so be it.
Early on in the proceedings, he rotates between the different sets of stairs that lead up to the mezzanine. He's put some quick warding spells in place, but it doesn't hurt to be a physical deterrent either. He cuts a strange figure, lurking behind the stairs - all no shirt but with a coat on, scar exposed to the world and a stern expression on his face.
If approached, he nods once, polite enough.]
Ensuring that there's no curiosity about rotten floorboards.
Mosh pit? Most pit. [The speech is kind. Alucard observes it from the back of the hall, the size of the crowd a pleasant surprise. His name doesn't pass Jaskier's lips, the only point is the purpose of the whole thing. (And Jaskier, but that part was also expected.) It is a good speech, and then everything roars to life.
Alucar doesn't know what he expected. The energy is higher, amplified by the size of the crowd. Then by the hall's natural magic. As far back as he is, he could be right up on stage. It is crystal clear in a way he thought he understood, but no. The hall shines when there's a full band up there. It doesn't just amplify the music, it seemingly amplifies the mood.
At some point, he'll slip up to the balconies and see what it is like up there. (He knows where it is safe to step, after all.) He makes quiet plans to walk around and observe but--
--a disturbance catches his attention towards the front of the stage about three songs in. The energy is still intense, and the dhampir makes his way towards the front. There's a small space that's been cleared - not quite a dance floor, but a space for music to well and truly take people. It is a potentially dangerous thing for something that's meant to be a little less....whatever.
So for a little while, he stations himself at the very outer edge of the group that have decided to respond in this particular way. A bulkwark, and an easier way to catch Jaskier's eye if anything is getting to be a little too much. He's not precisely a silent sentinel, but he is inclined to raise an eyebrow at anyone approaching for the time being.]
Step carefully.
My favorite wine. Bar wine. [At some point, the mood slows. Or settles. Alucard isn't sure which one. All he really knows is that while the volume remains perfect in the hall, he can hear himself think. And there's been a lot to think about with...everything.
So he stands with a glass of red wine near the bar, eyes moving out over the sea of people as he leans against the wall.]
Wildcard If nothing above works for you, or if you want to help Alucard scope out fun magical properties of the hall while rocking out, let me know! Restoration work on the hall is very much his project, but tonight is all Jaskier's!
Alucard | the hierophant
[Alucard was more than happy to leave all the planning to Jaskier. It was a way of funding the work without losing sight of the work - a fair division of labor if he ever saw one. The sole request to arrange the food platters for the #aestheics was perfectly fine, and if the two goat cheese cheesecakes on offer were a hit, so be it.
Early on in the proceedings, he rotates between the different sets of stairs that lead up to the mezzanine. He's put some quick warding spells in place, but it doesn't hurt to be a physical deterrent either. He cuts a strange figure, lurking behind the stairs - all no shirt but with a coat on, scar exposed to the world and a stern expression on his face.
If approached, he nods once, polite enough.]
Ensuring that there's no curiosity about rotten floorboards.
Mosh pit? Most pit.
[The speech is kind. Alucard observes it from the back of the hall, the size of the crowd a pleasant surprise. His name doesn't pass Jaskier's lips, the only point is the purpose of the whole thing. (And Jaskier, but that part was also expected.) It is a good speech, and then everything roars to life.
Alucar doesn't know what he expected. The energy is higher, amplified by the size of the crowd. Then by the hall's natural magic. As far back as he is, he could be right up on stage. It is crystal clear in a way he thought he understood, but no. The hall shines when there's a full band up there. It doesn't just amplify the music, it seemingly amplifies the mood.
At some point, he'll slip up to the balconies and see what it is like up there. (He knows where it is safe to step, after all.) He makes quiet plans to walk around and observe but--
--a disturbance catches his attention towards the front of the stage about three songs in. The energy is still intense, and the dhampir makes his way towards the front. There's a small space that's been cleared - not quite a dance floor, but a space for music to well and truly take people. It is a potentially dangerous thing for something that's meant to be a little less....whatever.
So for a little while, he stations himself at the very outer edge of the group that have decided to respond in this particular way. A bulkwark, and an easier way to catch Jaskier's eye if anything is getting to be a little too much. He's not precisely a silent sentinel, but he is inclined to raise an eyebrow at anyone approaching for the time being.]
Step carefully.
My favorite wine. Bar wine.
[At some point, the mood slows. Or settles. Alucard isn't sure which one. All he really knows is that while the volume remains perfect in the hall, he can hear himself think. And there's been a lot to think about with...everything.
So he stands with a glass of red wine near the bar, eyes moving out over the sea of people as he leans against the wall.]
Wildcard
If nothing above works for you, or if you want to help Alucard scope out fun magical properties of the hall while rocking out, let me know! Restoration work on the hall is very much his project, but tonight is all Jaskier's!