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When; Sunday, May 31st
Rating; PG-13+ HEY THIS IS VICTROLA
Characters; ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Summary; The Grand Opening of Victrola --you don't wanna miss it ♥
Log;
She loved this word decadence. As Verlaine said, it all shimmers in purple and gold. It suggests a soul capable of the most intense of pleasures. It is bursts of fire and the sparkle of precious stones. It is in the rouge of courtesans, the games of the Circus, and it is in the consuming in flames of people exhausted by their capacity for sensation. It was wonderful, she thought, this whole business of excess.
Victrola was pregnant with moving bodies on the dance floor, amplified sounds of conversations, dulled music on the side stage and the pungent smell of something possibly illegal (the people who need to know already do whereas those who do not, well, they don't need to). Going around the room were trays of decadent canapes and drinks. But for the more daring, a simple whisper to the waiter would earn you a glass of absinthe.
A burlesque show played out on the main stage, dancers in thick make-up and glamorous lingerie. They were a nostalgic piece, but one of great entertainment value. Surely you agree. Stare all you want, gentlemen, but do not touch the girls.
Blair stood away from the crowd and the stage, standing in the shadows, as hidden as she could possibly be in her Cavalli ensemble and a Vera Wang. There were no charts in her hand, no pens, no nothing. Gone were the days when she would be so busy checking lists of food and drinks and guest lists and entertainment list and more lists and only more lists. She was done with that. This was her party too, after all, she was going to enjoy it more than any of you would. At least, right after one hang up is resolved. Still waiting for your Prince, little girl?
[ooc; and get the party in motion! Indicate on your subject line if your thread's closed to certain chars, and keep your eyes out for a special entertainment coming 'cause it definitely won't be on GG. You like me to stare? ♥]
Rating; PG-13+ HEY THIS IS VICTROLA
Characters; ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Summary; The Grand Opening of Victrola --you don't wanna miss it ♥
Log;
She loved this word decadence. As Verlaine said, it all shimmers in purple and gold. It suggests a soul capable of the most intense of pleasures. It is bursts of fire and the sparkle of precious stones. It is in the rouge of courtesans, the games of the Circus, and it is in the consuming in flames of people exhausted by their capacity for sensation. It was wonderful, she thought, this whole business of excess.
Victrola was pregnant with moving bodies on the dance floor, amplified sounds of conversations, dulled music on the side stage and the pungent smell of something possibly illegal (the people who need to know already do whereas those who do not, well, they don't need to). Going around the room were trays of decadent canapes and drinks. But for the more daring, a simple whisper to the waiter would earn you a glass of absinthe.
A burlesque show played out on the main stage, dancers in thick make-up and glamorous lingerie. They were a nostalgic piece, but one of great entertainment value. Surely you agree. Stare all you want, gentlemen, but do not touch the girls.
Blair stood away from the crowd and the stage, standing in the shadows, as hidden as she could possibly be in her Cavalli ensemble and a Vera Wang. There were no charts in her hand, no pens, no nothing. Gone were the days when she would be so busy checking lists of food and drinks and guest lists and entertainment list and more lists and only more lists. She was done with that. This was her party too, after all, she was going to enjoy it more than any of you would. At least, right after one hang up is resolved. Still waiting for your Prince, little girl?
[ooc; and get the party in motion! Indicate on your subject line if your thread's closed to certain chars, and keep your eyes out for a special entertainment coming 'cause it definitely won't be on GG. You like me to stare? ♥]