The daylight seems to want you

[vampingitup]

Who: Vampires and you
When: Nights of the 18th, 19th and 20th
Where: Fangtasia
Summary: Open Fangtasia mingling log for the dream event. Feel free to tag other people! NB: Your characters can fall to sleep accidentally and experience dreams if you wish, while within the 'safety' of the club. In general, though, Eric will be waking them up within two

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18th

[whitedarklord]

[Soma comes in at his usual time. He's easy to spot from anywhere in the club: a blot of white against the crowd as he makes his way to the clock-in area for the employees, shrugged off his coat as he goes. It's off before he gets there, and after a moment he's hunched over, quickly punching himself in.]

[vampingitup]

[ Eric has things to talk about with Soma tonight, so after giving him ten minutes to settle in, complacent, he steps out into his office doorway and motions for him to come in. ]

I have something in mind to discuss with you.

[whitedarklord]

[Soma froze solid at that, looking like the kid that got his hand caught in the candy jar. Oh god, he just found out...! He shook the worry off, letting out a breath. Okay. Chill out.]

Of course, sir.

[Soma went over to his office, bracing himself.]

[vampingitup]

[ Eric is all smiles, naturally, standing back until Soma is inside, then closing the door behind him. ]

You understand why you're here, of course?

19th

[bloodissacred]

[He loathed this place and the representation of what he is, what he no longer associates with. Godric on most nights seeks solace out in the city. He's met a few people, connected with even less, but there's something different with Eric.

Perhaps to anyone else Eric is still Eric, but Godric notices the way his lips curl just a bit more, the way his eyes seem to be all the more bright. He knows those looks. Eric is up to something.

So he stays. He keeps an eye out, watching each patron and employee with slow moving eyes and his mouth closed. Even when others try to talk to him, he remains quiet and certainly looks out of place. An almost shy looking sixteen year old. But to those that know him, know the authority in his grace, his stands pronounced and ridges, not at all like a lost child despite his appearance.

Several times he glances at Eric, meeting his eyes. He does not disrupt him, just making himself aware.]

[vampingitup]

[ Eric joins him after a short while, looking placid. ]

You hate it here. Is something the matter?

[bloodissacred]

Hate is a strong word. [He's specifically not answering Eric's question as he inclines his head up to look at him.]

[vampingitup]

[ Eric does not ask him again. ]

Very well; you dislike it to the point of enmity. The whole thing, the glorified act, the macabre dance, sickens you through to your very core.

20th

[deservesabone]

[Sam looks out of place among the young club goers. A pair of jeans and a flannel shirt are all he has at the onsen besides the uniforms they're provided, and he's just not showing up to see Eric's club in a kimono.

He returns a come-on from a woman at the door with an awkward smile, and when she smiles back he sees her fangs.

Sam's reminded very suddenly of home.]

[vampingitup]

[ The smell of the shifter brings Eric immediately to the door, waving aside the bouncers to allow Sam in without question, without payment.

Rather than simply allow him through, however, one of the bouncers - an AGi stand in - bristles at him. Why shouldn't this guy pay? Is Eric going to pay up the difference to AGi?

Eric is calm. He smiles, crisply, and motions to the Darkness beyond the door. ]

If you don't like it, you're welcome to walk home. Make a scene in front of a VIP again and I will chain you up for the Darkness dogs myself.

[ And motioning to Sam, a smile. ]

Would you like something to drink?

[deservesabone]

[Sam physically responds to the brief confrontation, hairs bristling on his neck and his nostrils flaring. He looks ready to run or fight at a moment's notice, go back to the onsen where it's safe.

But Eric handles things; somehow he always manages to. Sam doesn't even bother sending the cowed bouncer a parting glare - he just follows Eric inside.] Yeah, sure. ...That'd be good. You got a private booth?

[he's risking a lot showing up to an AGI club (or at least that's how it feels); a little extra padding wouldn't hurt.]

[vampingitup]

[ Eric would be remiss in not noticing Sam's reaction, and when he's done he motions to the door just across the dancefloor, behind the bar. He opens the door to let Sam into his office; a remarkably plain affair in comparisson to the main club. All function and nothing gothic about it at all, except perhaps the ornate antique chair--might as well sit in style, after all.

The music is quieter too. ]

Would you like to borrow something a little more appropriate while you're here?

18th into the 19th

[proxysearch]

[She's tired of this back-and-forth dreaming. She really can't stand it. Eric's offer is a little tempting and if she can keep awake somehow, she'll take it. She can work on things while she's here.

She sits at the bar with her drink, reading over things on her NV.]

[vampingitup]

[When things quiet down as the evening stretches out, and the clubbers get more tired, Eric joins her.]

Anything interesting?

[proxysearch]

[She glances up at him, though her fingers keep moving across the small, holographic screen.]

Not really. The usual, honestly. I'm surprised more people haven't made accidental posts to the network in their fright.

[vampingitup]

You're overestimating the power of a bad dream. This week isn't special, in anything other than the fact that the dreams are being shared.

[ He pours a yellowish coloured energy drink into a glass on top of crackling, fizzling ice cubes, and adds a splash of tabasco. The smell makes him wince, but he places it beside her none the less. ]

You'll need it for the hour ahead.