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maskormenacelogs2017-10-23 05:44 pm
craftpunk) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-10-23 05:44 pm
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The room is spinning
WHO: Woden and Lestat
WHERE: A Swank ass Techno club
WHEN: Friday Night
WHAT: Music Talk
WARNINGS: Drug use. Also: Woden and Lestat are terrible people.
[ The club -- aptly named Ministry of Pound in Maurtia Falls was loud. Pounding, throbbing bass was precisely the theme that Woden wanted to set, when he invited Lestat out for this talk. It was the sort of thing that spoke, very clearly, of the god's need for modernization. There was no 'dad rock' here, nothing so dated, or out of place. Woden even looked perfectly at home, all neon lights and reflective headgear.
But at least they could hear each other speak in one of the VIP booths, the thrum of the base distant -- like it was a few buildings down -- thanks to the noise cancelling walls, and Woden's own small invention he'd put together to help. There were drinks, although the god clearly didn't plan to indulge, the same with the few packets of drugs on the table. The plethora of things made available by him, for the sole purpose of enticing the famed Vampire into signing on with him.
After all, Woden fully intended to make a brand, if he was going to last more than two years here. ]
WHERE: A Swank ass Techno club
WHEN: Friday Night
WHAT: Music Talk
WARNINGS: Drug use. Also: Woden and Lestat are terrible people.
[ The club -- aptly named Ministry of Pound in Maurtia Falls was loud. Pounding, throbbing bass was precisely the theme that Woden wanted to set, when he invited Lestat out for this talk. It was the sort of thing that spoke, very clearly, of the god's need for modernization. There was no 'dad rock' here, nothing so dated, or out of place. Woden even looked perfectly at home, all neon lights and reflective headgear.
But at least they could hear each other speak in one of the VIP booths, the thrum of the base distant -- like it was a few buildings down -- thanks to the noise cancelling walls, and Woden's own small invention he'd put together to help. There were drinks, although the god clearly didn't plan to indulge, the same with the few packets of drugs on the table. The plethora of things made available by him, for the sole purpose of enticing the famed Vampire into signing on with him.
After all, Woden fully intended to make a brand, if he was going to last more than two years here. ]