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capeandcowllogs2013-04-12 06:23 pm
hexappeal) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-04-12 06:23 pm
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WHO: The Birthday Boy and Friends. And acquaintances.
WHERE: Bewitched.
WHEN: Friday, April 12th. 7pm - 11:30pm or so.
WARNINGS: Soon enough.
SUMMARY: The worst surprise party in the history of surprise parties.
FORMAT: Just make your own sub-threads and jam! Please remember to tag yourselves in!
Zatanna's club is more than modest in size and has a distinct art deco feel to it; the structure remains almost entirely as it was when she bought it aside from minor fixes (mostly make sure it was safe and clean). The glass ceiling that spans the lofty entrance makes for an interesting start. It's easier to get lost looking up than down the halls that curve to a vast library of strange and esoteric texts, dressing rooms, and various currently unused rooms that the magician has sealed and locked.
Past the ticket booth (and what appears to be a currently-closed gift shop of sorts) is the main show room and a few others to each side of it. While these aren't closed, there's nothing special about them for the moment. The interior of the main room is as it usually is, with no new decorations aside from plenty of balloons littered across the ceiling. The floor has left room for those who choose to dance, but plenty of tables and chairs for people to sit at. The bar is busy with more than one man behind it mixing drinks. On stage, there's a live band. Her employees are in the crowd mingling, entertaining guests when they see fit (and if they so choose); mostly, they're keeping to themselves and chatting with whoever catches their fancy.
Outside there are chauffeurs and large, burly men taking the invitations in exchange for entry. It isn't impossible to sneak in with fake ones or through other means...
WHERE: Bewitched.
WHEN: Friday, April 12th. 7pm - 11:30pm or so.
WARNINGS: Soon enough.
SUMMARY: The worst surprise party in the history of surprise parties.
FORMAT: Just make your own sub-threads and jam! Please remember to tag yourselves in!
Zatanna's club is more than modest in size and has a distinct art deco feel to it; the structure remains almost entirely as it was when she bought it aside from minor fixes (mostly make sure it was safe and clean). The glass ceiling that spans the lofty entrance makes for an interesting start. It's easier to get lost looking up than down the halls that curve to a vast library of strange and esoteric texts, dressing rooms, and various currently unused rooms that the magician has sealed and locked.
Past the ticket booth (and what appears to be a currently-closed gift shop of sorts) is the main show room and a few others to each side of it. While these aren't closed, there's nothing special about them for the moment. The interior of the main room is as it usually is, with no new decorations aside from plenty of balloons littered across the ceiling. The floor has left room for those who choose to dance, but plenty of tables and chairs for people to sit at. The bar is busy with more than one man behind it mixing drinks. On stage, there's a live band. Her employees are in the crowd mingling, entertaining guests when they see fit (and if they so choose); mostly, they're keeping to themselves and chatting with whoever catches their fancy.
Outside there are chauffeurs and large, burly men taking the invitations in exchange for entry. It isn't impossible to sneak in with fake ones or through other means...
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Better finish this quick then. [He comments, yet still sips it lightly. A good Martini is to be savoured, after all.
The hand on his, the blushing, the soft words, they're all something he tries to reciprocate in some way, if only by the light smile on his features.] Mm, I'm glad you're here with me.
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That's what I've been saying, though I did encourage you to enjoy it.
[She still somehow plays it up. There's something about being alone with him and being alone with him somewhere that isn't their homes or a hotel room or whatever that brings this out in her. Her free hand comes to rest on her neck, fingers curling slightly. The conversation isn't too great; it's almost silent. But that's one of many things she likes about their relationship: they can both be themselves and don't feel the need to always talk about everything and to entertain one another. This is who they are. And it feels like how it used to be in this moment, before things got really complicated and they decided that arguing was more interesting than companionable silence and meaningful stares. Despite this, her heart still feels like it could explode whenever he's near her.]
I love you very much and you make me very happy -- so much happier than I've been in a very long time. I know that we've sat down and worked things out and I know that I've told you this before, but it's worth repeating. [Zatanna removes her hand from her skin and holds it out as a very slightly filled glass comes to it. She raises it toward him.] Here's to another year.