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entrancelogs2017-12-30 05:21 pm
nascensibility) wrote in entrancelogs2017-12-30 05:21 pm
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[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun
Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:
[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering dΓ©cor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.
Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]
[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:
[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering dΓ©cor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.
Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]
ayyyy freyaaaa :3
The moment he catches the woman's eye he draws back, his own eyes a little wide, sinking backwards and pressing his back to the wall opposite the door.
'Damn it, R, you need to be more careful.']
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Are you going to come in?
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For a moment he looks stunned, like a rabbit in the headlights as she addresses him. He certainly isn't dressed for a party - slacks, a white shirt and a red tie, with a dark hooded top for good measure - and even without the zombie hallmarks he'd stick out like a sore thumb.
R might not have many social graces, but he knows enough to be able to see when he isn't going to fit in.]
I, um... no. I was just... listening.
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For the music? Or were you eavesdropping?
[Her tone is slightly teasing, but there's no judgement. She's nosy as fuck and will eavesdrop on anyone.]
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[Music is safe to talk about. That's good. He bobs his head idly to the sound as it drifts out towards him.]
... I like jazz.
[And there has been a fine selection being played tonight. Perhaps he'll thank Evelyn for it, if he ever sees her.]
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I do too. I lived in New Orleans before I came here, right in the French Quarter.
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A tiny smile tilts his lips up.]
Favourite song..?
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[That is an unfair proposition, R. But still, she'll give it some thought because it's a good question all the same.]
We'll Be Together Again, Billie Holiday. Though anything Billie Holiday, really.
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I like... Sinatra. [A wry smile.]
Played... 'Come Fly With Me' for a girl... once. On a plane. She... thought it was funny.
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It is. But it's charming too.
[It's clever and cute and that's always a good step to take when you're dealing with girls.]
I like Sinatra too, though. He was also very charming.
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Collected records. [He tells her with a slight shrug of one shoulder.] Used to lis-... listen to them. All the time.
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My brother is very particular about his music, but we do have a few vinyl versions of live performances back home. He listens to them when he manages to find some quiet time to himself.
[The downside of superhearing is that you can hear when a vinyl record is wearing out and when the sound begins to garble. Elijah is far too much of a perfectionist to not upgrade to a digital quality performance.]
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Jazz, too? [Okay, so he doesn't often find people he can talk about music with.]
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Jazz too. He's ... very old and he lived in the Quarter when the more famous artists were getting their starts. He heard a lot of the performances first hand.
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[If there's one sure way to engage this particular fairly sentient zombie in conversation, it's by talking about music. Especially if that music happens to be jazz.
Most of R's assumptions on what it was like to be Living, before the New Hunger, are based around the atmosphere that music produces. Something simpler and happier, without that constant gnawing emptiness in the pit of his stomach.]
What was living there... like?
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[Her family is made up of Not Nice People, and they made themselves quite a few enemies.]
But the city itself? There's a small fascination with the dead, but the people bring so much vibrance to it that it straddles the line very well. It's really the perfect place for a family like mine.
[Considering most of them are, you know, undead.]
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[He looks at her curiously now, having moved far enough into the shaft of light filtering out of the door to be seen fairly clearly. Though there's certainly a light behind the pewter-grey eyes that continue asking the question long after the words have left his lips, there is something very decidedly 'not right' about this individual.
She may not mind that. He's several people who don't.]
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My siblings are the first vampires of our world. My mother was the one who created the immortality spell.
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Y.. you can't die?
[How did he know what it meant? Still some synapses firing in there, after all.]
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I'm not immortal. Not anymore, anyway. I'm still human.
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A lot of the concepts he comes across here are so hard to get his head around, but it's all good for him. He's never going to complain about things making his brain work.]
How... how come?
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He's trying.]
... You didn't die?
[So he managed to connect a dot or two, there.]
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[This is the strange part.]
I suppose I got lucky that I didn't rapidly age or something along those lines, but magic is funny that way.
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[Says the walking corpse, but if you asked him just how it is that he's walking around without a pulse, he couldn't tell you.
Probably not magic, though.]
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