Hallowe'en (RP: Open to Angelus's family and business associates, and Spike's friends)
From the exteriour, the Inferno Club appeared to be no different from any of the other clubs in St. James's Square- an immaculate facade, with doric columns, and brilliant green front door with a silver knocker, clenched in the maw of an elabourate dragon. On the door, a silver nameplate bore the inscription: Inferno Club.
Outside, a steady stream of carriages and cabs were pulling up, disgorging their sumptuously dressed inhabitants. Men and women in groups of two and four and six strolled to the front door, to be greeted by or give their names to the doorman, whereupon they were admitted in.
Inside, the three storey high front lobby was hung with black crepe and silver silk drapes. Two elabourately dressed footmen in green livery stood flanking a set of double doors at the far end of the lobby. The lobby itself was octagonally shaped, the silver drapes pulled aside to reveal two open doors. Beyond one, a bar was visible, and the sounds of much more enthusiastic merriment than the convivial buzz of talk and laughter that those with supernatural hearing might discern from beyond the double doors.
The other side door appeared to lead into a small ante-room. Two large wing back chairs were visible, and a fireplace with a fire burning cheerfully in the grate.
One footman was very tall, with an impressive set of rusty-red sideburns and piercing green eyes. The other was short and stocky, with coal-black hair and pale blue eyes, equally piercing. They greeted the guests they knew, and impassively waited to be told the names of those who were not club members, before admitting them.
Outside, a steady stream of carriages and cabs were pulling up, disgorging their sumptuously dressed inhabitants. Men and women in groups of two and four and six strolled to the front door, to be greeted by or give their names to the doorman, whereupon they were admitted in.
Inside, the three storey high front lobby was hung with black crepe and silver silk drapes. Two elabourately dressed footmen in green livery stood flanking a set of double doors at the far end of the lobby. The lobby itself was octagonally shaped, the silver drapes pulled aside to reveal two open doors. Beyond one, a bar was visible, and the sounds of much more enthusiastic merriment than the convivial buzz of talk and laughter that those with supernatural hearing might discern from beyond the double doors.
The other side door appeared to lead into a small ante-room. Two large wing back chairs were visible, and a fireplace with a fire burning cheerfully in the grate.
One footman was very tall, with an impressive set of rusty-red sideburns and piercing green eyes. The other was short and stocky, with coal-black hair and pale blue eyes, equally piercing. They greeted the guests they knew, and impassively waited to be told the names of those who were not club members, before admitting them.