What's the fun in playing it safe?
Who: Bela Talbot, OPEN.
Where: A speakeasy in the eastern part of the city, fronted by a perfumery. It's the picture of patchwork elegance, once you get past the carefully cleaned, half-empty ranks of multicolored scent bottles. There's two doors in the 'stock' room--one leads to a tidy office, the other leads down a long flight of stairs with threadbare, heavily-patterned carpeting. The door at the bottom of the stairs opens into a low-ceilinged bar done up in gunmetal gray and deep red, dimly lit from the flickering wall-sconce lights that line the room.
There's a stage and small orchestra pit at the far end of the room, and tables in between sporting familiar card and dice games and more exotic-looking forms of gambling. The bar--the very well-stocked bar--runs the full length of the left side of the room. Halls on the right lead to a handful of well-furnished rooms, some appointed to staff or particular guests, the rest open for let--by the day or by the hour, if someone wants to keep company with one of the barmaids (or men) wandering between the tables' ranks.
When: Nowish. :|b
What: Open log for customers, business deals with LA RESISTANCE, gambling, general interaction, WHATEVS. HIT ME. Though specify if the thread is open/closed, and please remember to add your tag!
Warnings: None atm.
Bela made herself comfortable in a corner booth, rolling her largely ornamental cane back and forth over her palms as the band picked up again, trying to restore the joviality to the room after the Master's announcement.
And quite an interesting announcement their Lord and Master had made. Quite an opportunity, one way or another--granted, hiding fugitives would be something more of a risk than she's really inclined to take, but if they could afford to pay more than the reward being offered, well. This required thought. It was perhaps the greatest profit opportunity to present itself in years. And after all, there was no benefit without a bit of risk.
She murmured brief instructions to Sark where he stood at her side, perpetual fixture and always well-attired. Bela took pride in the fact that her staff was probably the youngest--and definitely the best dressed--of the city's teeming underbelly. A life of crime was no reason to eschew elegance, and if no one else encouraged civility in this piss-bucket world, then it would have to fall to her.
An unfortunately long way to fall.
Where: A speakeasy in the eastern part of the city, fronted by a perfumery. It's the picture of patchwork elegance, once you get past the carefully cleaned, half-empty ranks of multicolored scent bottles. There's two doors in the 'stock' room--one leads to a tidy office, the other leads down a long flight of stairs with threadbare, heavily-patterned carpeting. The door at the bottom of the stairs opens into a low-ceilinged bar done up in gunmetal gray and deep red, dimly lit from the flickering wall-sconce lights that line the room.
There's a stage and small orchestra pit at the far end of the room, and tables in between sporting familiar card and dice games and more exotic-looking forms of gambling. The bar--the very well-stocked bar--runs the full length of the left side of the room. Halls on the right lead to a handful of well-furnished rooms, some appointed to staff or particular guests, the rest open for let--by the day or by the hour, if someone wants to keep company with one of the barmaids (or men) wandering between the tables' ranks.
When: Nowish. :|b
What: Open log for customers, business deals with LA RESISTANCE, gambling, general interaction, WHATEVS. HIT ME. Though specify if the thread is open/closed, and please remember to add your tag!
Warnings: None atm.
Bela made herself comfortable in a corner booth, rolling her largely ornamental cane back and forth over her palms as the band picked up again, trying to restore the joviality to the room after the Master's announcement.
And quite an interesting announcement their Lord and Master had made. Quite an opportunity, one way or another--granted, hiding fugitives would be something more of a risk than she's really inclined to take, but if they could afford to pay more than the reward being offered, well. This required thought. It was perhaps the greatest profit opportunity to present itself in years. And after all, there was no benefit without a bit of risk.
She murmured brief instructions to Sark where he stood at her side, perpetual fixture and always well-attired. Bela took pride in the fact that her staff was probably the youngest--and definitely the best dressed--of the city's teeming underbelly. A life of crime was no reason to eschew elegance, and if no one else encouraged civility in this piss-bucket world, then it would have to fall to her.
An unfortunately long way to fall.