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maskormenacelogs2014-11-01 04:43 pm
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WHO: Greed ( nestingdevil ), current employees of the 'Nest, and OPEN
WHERE: The Devil's Nest, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Backdated to October 31st
WHAT: Halloween Bar Event
WARNINGS: PG-13 to R? WHO KNOWS ...
With the news from both domestic and abroad, the previous weeks had been a roller-coaster of traffic in Maurtia. During the day, the town was mostly quiet; the usual(s) going through their day to day with newspapers in one hand and whispers in the other. It was a political powder keg and everyone and anyone had an opinion.
But tonight was different. The ghosts of an ongoing cold-war seemed to be replaced with something else. It was to be expected; a day out of the year to let loose, to forget the trouble and pass the next bottle. Maurtia turned over like a play scene in the next act. Pumpkins glowed grizzly faces on every door step, the sound of people in unfitting footwear drummed into the night. The holiday, whatever it was, seemed to let people drop their guard.
And it was a great time for business.
Inside, the bar had turned a grim sight. The usual sickly-yellows had been exchanged for deep blues and purples; the back walls were a solid black and chains linked from one end to the other, making it look like a dungeon of sorts. It lit up whenever a sweep of purple passed by and plunged back into the dark once it moved to the next corner. At the bar, Greed had gone with Kanaya's suggestion. A pair of horns were notched to his skull, coiling out from his forehead as he manned the heads. Dressed in red with the usual vest, Greed turned drink after drink out. His talons sliced fruit and garnished, whipping them down the bar or filling up a tray as they came by. At the length of the bar, all sorts of faces surged in and out. Some were painted up, others it was hard to guess where the mask ended and where the real face began. But they brought their cash, brought their rumors.
And really, he wasn't about to complain.
The homunculus plunged his claws into the caps of two bottles, tearing the metal up and out. He cleaned them off with a swipe of his thumb, letting the pair clink into a trash barrel underneath. It earned a look, maybe a little excitement with the current theme. But it was quickly forgotten as the two patrons snatched their ordered liquor and exchanged it for rumpled-up wads of cash. Greed flashed a smile, coiling his hand around to snatch the bills off the surface of the bar.
Further inside, the crowd was bustling still. Some had gone to the back for other purposes, but most of the joint was packed out front. Smoke caught in the black-lights, making it swirl as the crowd swayed one way and the next. It was a success, that was for sure. And there would be plenty of time to make out on the losses.
In the middle of another order, Greed cocked his head up. One of his own had come through the half-working speakers: "All right you ghouls and goblins, we've got a real treat for you. $100 for the last man standing - get your drinks ready folks! And remember - it's a ten-dollar buy in - " Greed ignored the rest, instead shooting off a wicked sort of grin. His teeth clicked and his nail swiped the edge a glass, cleaning the mouth of it before it was served to the next wanton patron.
No - tonight was proving worth the trouble.
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nestingdevil ), current employees of the 'Nest, and OPENWHERE: The Devil's Nest, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Backdated to October 31st
WHAT: Halloween Bar Event
WARNINGS: PG-13 to R? WHO KNOWS ...
With the news from both domestic and abroad, the previous weeks had been a roller-coaster of traffic in Maurtia. During the day, the town was mostly quiet; the usual(s) going through their day to day with newspapers in one hand and whispers in the other. It was a political powder keg and everyone and anyone had an opinion.
But tonight was different. The ghosts of an ongoing cold-war seemed to be replaced with something else. It was to be expected; a day out of the year to let loose, to forget the trouble and pass the next bottle. Maurtia turned over like a play scene in the next act. Pumpkins glowed grizzly faces on every door step, the sound of people in unfitting footwear drummed into the night. The holiday, whatever it was, seemed to let people drop their guard.
And it was a great time for business.
Inside, the bar had turned a grim sight. The usual sickly-yellows had been exchanged for deep blues and purples; the back walls were a solid black and chains linked from one end to the other, making it look like a dungeon of sorts. It lit up whenever a sweep of purple passed by and plunged back into the dark once it moved to the next corner. At the bar, Greed had gone with Kanaya's suggestion. A pair of horns were notched to his skull, coiling out from his forehead as he manned the heads. Dressed in red with the usual vest, Greed turned drink after drink out. His talons sliced fruit and garnished, whipping them down the bar or filling up a tray as they came by. At the length of the bar, all sorts of faces surged in and out. Some were painted up, others it was hard to guess where the mask ended and where the real face began. But they brought their cash, brought their rumors.
And really, he wasn't about to complain.
The homunculus plunged his claws into the caps of two bottles, tearing the metal up and out. He cleaned them off with a swipe of his thumb, letting the pair clink into a trash barrel underneath. It earned a look, maybe a little excitement with the current theme. But it was quickly forgotten as the two patrons snatched their ordered liquor and exchanged it for rumpled-up wads of cash. Greed flashed a smile, coiling his hand around to snatch the bills off the surface of the bar.
Further inside, the crowd was bustling still. Some had gone to the back for other purposes, but most of the joint was packed out front. Smoke caught in the black-lights, making it swirl as the crowd swayed one way and the next. It was a success, that was for sure. And there would be plenty of time to make out on the losses.
In the middle of another order, Greed cocked his head up. One of his own had come through the half-working speakers: "All right you ghouls and goblins, we've got a real treat for you. $100 for the last man standing - get your drinks ready folks! And remember - it's a ten-dollar buy in - " Greed ignored the rest, instead shooting off a wicked sort of grin. His teeth clicked and his nail swiped the edge a glass, cleaning the mouth of it before it was served to the next wanton patron.
No - tonight was proving worth the trouble.
OOC Notes |
♠ Art (c) PBT
♠ Replies coming ASAP!
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[ the night of a big party, there's always plenty for the staff to do. kanaya doesn't have much chance to stay still, she has drink orders to take, decorations to double-check, stock to refill. at various points in the evening she can be seen negotiating with the dj, pouring shots for the contest, tending the bar on occasion, and just scoping out costumes for the contest. and she does it all for nine hours in four-inch pumps.
not that anyone can even see her shoes under the long hem of her black dress. she has to adjust the wig every now and then, just to make sure her horns are poking out of the right section. it's a busy night, but that makes it easier to maintain her proper form. she operates best that way under stress.
she has an eye out for anyone looking for service. if you need it, she'll be there. ]
AFTER MIDNIGHT
[ once she's off the clock, she takes a wine glass and fills it with blood, mingling around with the faces she recognizes, and probably not doing quite as much dancing as she'd like. her feet are far too sore, but she can't compromise the costume by changing shoes.
the costume contest may have already finished, but she's still keeping her eye out, more for aesthetic purposes now. dressing up is easily her favorite part of the holiday. when she recognizes someone, whether just from the network or through more extended familiarity, she raises her glass with a polite smile. ]
What are you dressed as tonight?
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[Greed's in the middle of prying two more bottles from the icebox when he sees her. Kanaya's always been one he can count on and while their relationship is just business, seeing eye to eye really hasn't been any sort of trouble. It had been a tenuous one at the start, but with the silence there came a mutual understanding. Where her line started, his never began; where she was prim, he just wasn't. Greed twists two more caps and sends the pair down the line, letting them race one another as they find a wanton customer.] Figured you'd be gone by now, lovely. I told you before - I don't really care what you do, but seems you're owed the time, right?
[The homunculus grins, showing off his teeth. The two of them couldn't be more different, yet oddly similar. Monsters, as she had called it and isn't it fitting. The Sin shrugs and swipes his hands between the folds of a dishrag. The collar on his shirt is popped open, the button missing.]
[For costume's sake, it isn't much. But it's enough.] Eh- go on. Feel free to take the rest of the night off.
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I still have twenty minutes until I intended to stop, and it doesn't look like the crowd has any intention of slowing just yet. Owed the time or not, there's still work to be done.