game post - the clarendon (nightclub)

[mm_overture]

You saw the sign on the door and you just couldn't resist, could you? The door in a dark little corner of the bar, made of mahogany wood and labeled with a gold plaque The Clarendon: Formal attire only, pleaseWell, even if you weren't wearing anything nice, you went on in

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[pi_wakawaka]

Its a dress made for dancing that would make Ginger Rogers proud, floating with feathers that match the ones in her hair as she enters the room and floats to a seat.

She might do one twirl before she sits but its rather restrained, some places you need someone to ask you to dance.

[venusadept_2]

Felix, as has been noted, acts as though he's been dressed this way all his life.

He offers Tiwa a small bow and a "Good evening, Tiwa."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Hello."

She curtsies to him and smiles.

[nolongermoral]

One of these things is not like the others -- even if her attire has changed, Abby is still holding a rather large crowbar and looking quite like she isn't expecting to be anywhere except in the middle of a stockyard full of zombies.

As such, she's more than a little surprised to see not just a bar, but apparently a classy bar.

"So I'm going to go ahead and assume I'm fucking unconscious. Just great. I swear to GOD, if I wake up as an Infected..." Not that she'd really know.

[mm_mono]

Lloyd has no idea how he ended up in a tuxedo, of all things, and something weird seems to have happened to his swords (GUNSWORDS, anyone?) but...well, this looks like a classy joint, doesn't it?

He tentatively ventures inside, absently placing his top hat on a conveniently-placed hat-rack as he does so.

[pi_wakawaka]

Now the last Lloyd that Tiwa met was rather smaller so she smiles and nods to him,

"Good evening."

[mm_mono]

And Lloyd in no way remembers that, so he just gives Tiwa a friendly (if bemused) smile.

"Uh, good evening. This is some place, huh?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"Its really lovely. Did your parents like the cookies?"

[goodheadbadhead]

Well, this is interesting. And--despite everything--a place where you can see and be seen is kind of fun sometimes.

So Harvey, and his mental 'roommate', sit at one of the little tables and smoke a cigarette.

[brightstarssong]

"This place is just full of surprises, isn't it?"

Tyroshaun's voice is rather wry. He noticed Harvey, and... well... a kind of morbid curiosity has propelled him to go chat with the psychopath. He looks surprisingly at home in the suit, considering the last time he was around he was wearing medieval clothes crossed with modern black army boots.

[goodheadbadhead]

"Isn't it, though!" Harvey grins and motions him to sit down.

[headofaccounts]

Pete Campbell is, by all accounts, always well-dressed. When his grey suit changes into a sleek black one, he isn't too phased (and my, do those shoes shine).

Seated in one of the side booths and accompanied by a tumbler of scotch and a cigarette, he looks perfectly at ease.

Of course, this could change with the flip of a switch.

[pi_wakawaka]

Her dress flutters by as she goes to get a glass of sparkling champagne that's almost the same gold as the feathers she wears.

[headofaccounts]

Pete watches her go by, mouth quirking slightly as he appraises her. It's one hell of a dress (you don't see one like that every day) and she does manage to pull it off. The feathers he thinks she could probably do without, but he's hardly drunk enough to start saying things like that.

[pi_wakawaka]

The feathers are simply part of her and as she moves past him again she nods, tuxedos are rather beautiful suits.