The Devil's Nest, Saturday, 6/4

[nookiepowered]

Your bartender was very much herself today, thank you -- though somewhat confused by the fact that the door was unmanned, Tiny was nowhere to be seen, and there was a guy who looked like Russell Brand playing the ukelele in the DJ booth.

If only Bo had been on the island long enough to recognize One Of Those Nights before it was happening around her.

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The Bar [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

Where your bartender was considering the merits of using beer nuts as earplugs.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[notawoodwind.livejournal.com]

Lancelot was not having the best day so far. He'd woken up in a strange bed, surrounded by strange things that made noise at him.

Luckily, he'd had his swords and made short work of them.

So, he had that going for him. Which was nice.

"What is that noise?"

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

"My punishment for torturing puppies in a past life?" Bo suggested. Or, you know, possibly for killing people in this one, but shh. "Can I get you something to make it fuzzier, at least?"

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

After several hours of weeping and a visit from a magical old woman, Cinderella was finally prepared for the ball. She was wearing the most beautiful dress and her feet--her incredibly, possibly unhealthily tiny feet--were encased in a pair of delicate glass slippers, just perfect to dance in for hours and hours.

"Stop the coach! Stop the coach!" she called as she heard the music coming from a building. It wasn't the castle she could see on the hill, but perhaps they had moved the ball? "This is it!"

Gus the footman came down to open the coach door and escorted Cinderella to the door. Taking a deep breath, Cinderella stepped inside on her own and looked around in wonder.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

"Can I get you something to-- wow. Nice dress." If slightly upscale for this place.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[solo_sword]

After running into Leia, Jaina knew there was potentially something weird going on. So hell yes, she was here to see whether or not it had affected Eric this time. But first...

"What is that noise and how do you make it stop?"

Important questions for the ages.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[notawoodwind.livejournal.com]

"A knife in the throat?" Lancelot suggested, clearly planning that out now. Because this was unbearable.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

"I'm not sure, but I'm willing to offer sexual favors if you can make it happen."

Not really. Probably. Maybe.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[bitten_notshy]

Jack hadn't made it out of his hotel room until after sunset, so he had no idea the island was in a mood. He knew, however, that he was in one.

Better not to give himself time to dwell. Even if Sebastien was on his way to India with god-knows-who as an escort, and he wasn't sure he could go back to school in the fall, and he'd broken his friends a little more, and --

He dragged himself away from that train of thought and made himself smile, even if it was a bit painful.

"Tonic water," he said wearily. "And why is there ukelele music tonight?"

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[notawoodwind.livejournal.com]

If Lancelot knew what tonic water was, he'd judge Jack. "What is a ukelele?"

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

"Because God hates me?" Bo went with this time, as she turned to grab a tumbler for his no-wine spritzer.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[vanillajello]

And what of those of his friends who might try and break him a little more, hmm?

Like Kate, sidling up to him in all her blue-streak-haired 15-year-old glory, mostly because he was pretty and looked sort of vulnerable, and she was bored. "Life getting you down?"

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

A nine year old boy in a big orange parka ignored the fact that the bouncer had put a big black X on even his mittens completely by walking over to the bar, climbing up onto a stool, and giving the foxy lady behind the bar a wave.

"Mrr murff mer mer murf mer meef?" he asked.

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

Okay, that was... that was.... something. "Hi," Bo said carefully. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[dontvotemeout]

Jason didn't usually hang out in the bars on the island, but for once, weird things were going on and he hadn't been affected. This was a truly special occasion, so he'd decided to go to a spot where people might congregate, to see what had happened to everyone else. It had seemed like a better idea before he heard the music though.

"Can I get a Coke?" he asked, looking around. "And maybe something to throw at the musician?"

Re: The Bar [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

"If I get you two cokes, you could throw one of them," Bo suggested. Eric might not like it, but it's not like he was doing anything about the problem.

The Dance Floor [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

Where, if you felt like tiptoeing through the tulips...

The VIP Lounge [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

Where there might be a vampire who might wish his hearing wasn't so good.

Re: The VIP Lounge [6/4]

[texted3times]

There was not enough Southern Comfort-spiked True Blood in the universe to make this excuse for music bearable.

God, Eric missed Bubba.

Re: The VIP Lounge [6/4]

[solo_sword]

"Are you still you or do I have to come back on Monday?" Jaina greeted him, forcing herself to ignore the music.

Re: The VIP Lounge [6/4]

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

There he was.

Cinderella had never seen Prince Charming before, but the handsome man, brooding in solitary splendor, simply had to be him. If one were to be honest, Cinderella had hoped that he would perhaps notice her, maybe while bowing to another lady and spotting her out of the corner of his eye, but the prince seemed rather aloof. Cinderella wasn't sure if she were really brave enough to go make his acquaintance--wasn't it enough just to be here, tonight?--but then, wasn't just standing in the shadows a waste of a visit of a fairy godmother?

And so, greatly daring, Cinderella went over to the velvet ropes and dropped a deep curtsy. "Good evening, Your Highness," she whispered.

Re: The VIP Lounge [6/4]

[smartestone]

Hermione had had the very same idea as that bitch from the cofee shop BUT SHE HAD IT FIRST and so she went to the club for the ball totally planning on giving Draco the what for. How dare he hold a ball for other girls! SHE WAS THE ONLYONE THAT MATTERED.

She got to the specialist of all areas because of course she was allowed in, saw that the guy was blonde but it wasn't him!!

DUN DUN DUNNNN.

"YOUR NOT DRACO," hermione screamed, and immediately headed back for the door to find the real Draco. Or sereveus.

Re: The VIP Lounge [6/4]

[vanillajello]

Kate had come into the club mostly because it was a guaranteed human hotspot. What she hadn't expected was to find something she hadn't been able to detect all day, which was another vampire.

She wasn't entirely sure what to do with that, other than be mildly disappointed she wasn't the only one around after all. So, she was eyeing Eric from just beyond the velvet rope.

OOC [6/4]

[nookiepowered]

Where MP is way too sleepy.

Re: OOC [6/4]

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Would you mind if Cinderella hears the music and decides this is the prince's ball tonight?