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[sunnydalealum]

February 14th, 2007
ManhattanNobody on the street (not even the beat cop on the corner) seems to notice anything odd about the fact that very well-dressed people, singly or in pairs or larger groups, have been walking into the closed-for-repairs underground parking garage and not walking out. Nor do they notice anything odd about the people in

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[nomorekaraoke]

It's a ripple of expectation, of delight and nervous tension all at once. What will it be like inside? Will I get in? Will she? The air is alive with energy that no one cares to subdue. Everyone there has their cards, they're special enough to have them, and now there's only one thing left. One last obstacle to overcome before they can mingle with the latest and the greatest.

A murmur spreads like wildfire from the front of the line, where the two guards make the final adjustments; some sort of technical equipment. Metal detectors? Something more difficult to get by?

And then, one by one the expectant guests start walking up to it. The first three get to go inside and do so eagerly. The fourth one... The fourth one is louder, despite his vertically challenged frame.

"I SHOT THE SHERIFF, BUT I DID NOT SHOOT THE DEPUTY--" After a moment, he dances all the way to where the party's at.

[sunnydalealum]

A very different ripple goes through the few human (or formerly human) members of Lord Vayan's entourage.

"Wait, was that --"

[stilljustandrew]

"Was he --?"

[sunnydalealum]

"Singing," Angel finishes, his voice very low and tight.