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nightlogs2024-01-25 06:52 pm
ninjavampire) wrote in nightlogs2024-01-25 06:52 pm
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A Fangtastic Evening (semi-open)
Who: Jaskier, Miguel, a dark lair of vampires.... and YOU?
What: Looking for leads among the Night Denizens (and general mingling)
Where: El Dorado
When: At the break of night, on a cool day in January
Warnings/Notes: vampire related things (blood-drinking, possible violence, being haughty assholes, general debauchery, etc.)
Congratulations! You’ve managed to snag an invitation (or perhaps another backway entry) to an elusive formal gathering of blood-sucking night creatures in El Dorado. Far and away from the visitor-friendly squares and boulevards of the supernatural city, venturing here is almost certainly leaping into the proverbial lion’s den.
Nothing worth pursuing is without its danger, of course. The secrets and gossip among the vampire kin will naturally incline itself to topics surrounding Pitch Black himself, and the assorted myths in his orbit. Or maybe your intentions are a little more altruistic - vampires have thralls, familiars, and other minions that aren’t always there under the best of circumstances. Maybe they could use a hand?
The Hosts of the Night are Countesses Carmilla and Laura, with their party tastes befitting their classic Victorian origins. The decor of the locale’s interior is magically transformed into tall, gothic stonework featuring many feline gargoyles and sea serpent motifs, complete with wax candle ambience and a low pulse of syncretic music. Lavish blood drinks and magically-crafted “foods” line the table. How they keep it fresh is a mystery - but the guests seem to find it of high quality.
Festivities and Etiquette
➺ Myths will need to ✧disguise themselves✧ to trick the guards at the door and/or receive some form of invitation. If they stand out too much, they may be captured (or worse) and crash the party before any useful info can be gathered.
➺ The main menu is the juicy lifeblood of all manner of supernatural creatures (in addition to humans) to tickle eclectic vampire tastes. Blood of a magical origin tends to come with extra effects. Some of it has been magicked into sanguine panna cotta, tartlets, and other hors d'oeuvres to snack on. How bad can a glass of the 1475 Wyvern’s Blood really be?
➺ All manner of vampires are welcomed in as long as they play nice. Have fun with the characters they might bump into, be it in the flavor of Lost Boys or Lady Dimitrescu or Lazlo Cravenworth, or maybe something else unexpected.
➺ There is a snack bar somewhere in a dark part of the hall to keep non-vampire minions fed. The charcuterie board isn’t inedible, but the food is clearly more of an afterthought. At least there’s a cheap red wine included with the crackers and pineapple.
NPC Gossip
➺ Octavian, a vampire low on the totem pole, is Carmilla’s servant and point-person left with the task of party organizing with the ghouls and thralls. Although his reputation is of being calm and diligent, there is a healthy amount of resentment for his lot in life.
➺ Carmilla is known for her ambitious personality and clear interest in expanding her own influence. She has a reputation for being utterly ruthless, but prefers ruling over live (or undead) subjects to wasteful, mindless killing. A little torment, though? That just makes the day interesting.
➺ Laura seems to have the repute of being the more relaxed one, happy to ride the coattails of her partner while pursuing her own flights of fancy in the Arts. She didn’t get to her rank without having her calculating, dangerous side, though.
What: Looking for leads among the Night Denizens (and general mingling)
Where: El Dorado
When: At the break of night, on a cool day in January
Warnings/Notes: vampire related things (blood-drinking, possible violence, being haughty assholes, general debauchery, etc.)
✧☽◯☾✧
You are cordially invited to a
Vampire Soiree
Congratulations! You’ve managed to snag an invitation (or perhaps another backway entry) to an elusive formal gathering of blood-sucking night creatures in El Dorado. Far and away from the visitor-friendly squares and boulevards of the supernatural city, venturing here is almost certainly leaping into the proverbial lion’s den.
Nothing worth pursuing is without its danger, of course. The secrets and gossip among the vampire kin will naturally incline itself to topics surrounding Pitch Black himself, and the assorted myths in his orbit. Or maybe your intentions are a little more altruistic - vampires have thralls, familiars, and other minions that aren’t always there under the best of circumstances. Maybe they could use a hand?
The Hosts of the Night are Countesses Carmilla and Laura, with their party tastes befitting their classic Victorian origins. The decor of the locale’s interior is magically transformed into tall, gothic stonework featuring many feline gargoyles and sea serpent motifs, complete with wax candle ambience and a low pulse of syncretic music. Lavish blood drinks and magically-crafted “foods” line the table. How they keep it fresh is a mystery - but the guests seem to find it of high quality.
Festivities and Etiquette
➺ Myths will need to ✧disguise themselves✧ to trick the guards at the door and/or receive some form of invitation. If they stand out too much, they may be captured (or worse) and crash the party before any useful info can be gathered.
➺ The main menu is the juicy lifeblood of all manner of supernatural creatures (in addition to humans) to tickle eclectic vampire tastes. Blood of a magical origin tends to come with extra effects. Some of it has been magicked into sanguine panna cotta, tartlets, and other hors d'oeuvres to snack on. How bad can a glass of the 1475 Wyvern’s Blood really be?
➺ All manner of vampires are welcomed in as long as they play nice. Have fun with the characters they might bump into, be it in the flavor of Lost Boys or Lady Dimitrescu or Lazlo Cravenworth, or maybe something else unexpected.
➺ There is a snack bar somewhere in a dark part of the hall to keep non-vampire minions fed. The charcuterie board isn’t inedible, but the food is clearly more of an afterthought. At least there’s a cheap red wine included with the crackers and pineapple.
NPC Gossip
➺ Octavian, a vampire low on the totem pole, is Carmilla’s servant and point-person left with the task of party organizing with the ghouls and thralls. Although his reputation is of being calm and diligent, there is a healthy amount of resentment for his lot in life.
➺ Carmilla is known for her ambitious personality and clear interest in expanding her own influence. She has a reputation for being utterly ruthless, but prefers ruling over live (or undead) subjects to wasteful, mindless killing. A little torment, though? That just makes the day interesting.
➺ Laura seems to have the repute of being the more relaxed one, happy to ride the coattails of her partner while pursuing her own flights of fancy in the Arts. She didn’t get to her rank without having her calculating, dangerous side, though.
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Well, the refreshments are always my second stop at any party, so we will gladly take your recommendation. We thank you, Your Ladyships.
[This time he bows to them properly-- they have more than earned his respect (and an appropriate amount of fear, and a likely inappropriate amount of lust).
He leans back against Miguel, giving him a sly look and a bit of a smirk. He speaks low enough to seem like he thinks he's being quiet, but loud enough the likely enhanced ears of the Countesses will be able to catch it.]
You'll have to let me know how it compares to my own... blend, darling.
[He takes a moment to see if his companion's cheeks flush. He's decided that that is his own personal goal for the evening: make Miguel blush as many times as possible.]
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I look forward to it, your Ladyships.
[ and following Jaskier’s example, his head dips again and even manages to forego his ego to do it a little deeper, this time.
But he is caught slightly off guard at the implication of the whisper, taking a second to realize Jaskier was referring to blood, his blood compared to that of the party-provided delicatessen. Oh.
He blinks at the source of extra weight on his body, definitely a little flustered but not enough to ruddy his cheeks much. Maybe it was his complexion. Maybe Jaskier simply needs to go at it a little harder. ]
Hm. Careful what you wish for.
[ also at a low note, playing into the little back-and-forth of their act. ]
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[ Carmilla rests her face in her hand and gestures for them to be very gingerly shooed away from the throne and into the crowd. She's not offended by the display, but she is not letting PDA take over her vampire court. Not when there's a line behind them.
The two of them banter lightly as the next group of vampires walks up. ]
Ah, don't you feel nostalgic at all...? It's been almost two hundred years.
Hmm. Perhaps a touch.
[ Laura seems to be the romantic, maybe because she had once been the human lover to her Countess before she was turned. And so, in a way, Julian has most certainly managed to endear himself more than he might expect. ]
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[Julian feels much better now that the introductions are over. That went very well.
Charming the hosts is half the battle-- there's a lot one can get away with when you have put yourself in a favorable position. Other guests will have observed that interaction and be eager to socialize. The desire to impress and manipulate the newcomers is likely to loosen their tongues. He can practically feel the envious gazes following him and his partner as they move.]
But such wishes will have to wait, I was promised refreshments.
[He begins to look around for this Octavian fellow the Countess referred to.]
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He wastes no time pacing away from the center of the crowd, preferring his place blended somewhat among the other groups of nocturnal denizens of the court. Dryly, he adds: ]
Not a bad start to the evening.
[ As for their guide, there appears to be some kind of vampire butler floating in a less populated corner of the hall. Framed against the large stones of the old castle, his fussy, dandy-like appearance was far less threatening than the Countesses. He was occupied with an undead thrall that had tripped over a discarded, empty bottle and was having trouble coordinating its limbs. ]
Calen, you're in no condition to be working on the main floor. Return to the catacombs with the others and see if there's something that requires a bit less balance for you to do.
[ Octavian's voice is a crisp and well-articulated sing-song. Calen releases a zombie groan in response. ]
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[Julian? Feeling confident and cocky from the first success of the evening? Never! This is a normal amount of smugness-- an appropriate amount of satisfaction for a job very well done.]
That seems to be the fellow.
[He starts moving toward the levitating gentleman. His steps stutter a little when he sees the undead creature. All of his instincts (and an annoyed, raspy voice in his head) are yelling at him to run very quickly in the opposite direction. It takes a second to realize that the thing seems to be somewhat tame.
He keeps walking, mostly because he's unsure that Miguel would accommodate a minor freakout in the middle of the hall, but he has a distinct air of nervousness about him.]
Can you fly? I've seen you climbing walls and such, but if you've been capable of levitation this whole time and haven't informed me, I'm warning you now that I'll be rather cross.
[Unfortunately, Julian's nervousness tends to manifest in a high volume of words.]