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northborn wrote in singularitylogs
who ; Open to everyone
what ; Eric's Halloween party
where ; The End of Line club
when ; After dark on Oct 31st.
warning(s) ; This is a group log, so ratings and warnings will vary by thread.




So, something about a Halloween Party. Eric Northman's extended an open invitation to the station to attend. The club itself remains mostly untouched, but with some minor decorations and festive additions to the menu. The club still sports the neon lights, clean metal, and soft leather seats, but how about that bubbling neon blue cauldron there?

Since Eric had joined in his partnership he's made a change and an addition or two. The Dance floor now sports two shiny new poles to encourage dancers. The VIP floor-- the upper floor of the club, open by invite --now has dimmer lighting to suit his eyes. The rest of the club remains mostly the same.

Drinks can be obtained at the Bar, the clean, semi-circular island at the back of the club. For the purpose of the event, catering tables have been set up in spots along the back wall and the outside of the club has been decorated and opened up to welcome those who might be too large to fit inside without use of a holomatter. For those who would like some privacy or just plain would rather enjoy relaxing, there are plenty of lounge spots around the club, including seating around the dance floor.

One stipulation. If they want to party, guests will check in and leave whatever weapons they're carrying at the Weapon and coat check. Nothing like bloodshed to ruin a party.


ooc: Please hold off on posting until all the bolded sub-headers have been posted!

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/SLITHERS ON UP TO THAT TABLE

Clu was a refiner, first--observed to a point, to alter and improve the outcomes. And he always knew when he was being watched.

No, watched was kind of a strong word for the way that blonde, blue-eyed babe swiveled her head in his direction, for a second, but tonight? Hey, it was a party. A little swivel was kind of the goal. So he nodded, like she had actually been looking at him, and eased his way over.

"Good evening," he began, in smooth vampire tones. Then it hit him. "Volleyball, right? On the beach!" She was wearing a little more than she had been, at the ocean, but it'd be weird to point that out. "Samus Aran?"

It took a moment for her to realize just who came up to the table. The staring of hers was less simple observation and more 'who the hell is that.' But the talking was enough for her to recognize Clu.

What was there to think about Clu? His intentions were never obvious, and Samus was always wary of those never upfront. But he seemed friendly enough, and as guarded as she generally kept herself, she saw little reason to get hostile.

"Correct, Clu."

She continued to stare at his outfit, however, highly unsure.

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