Approved characters only, please (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216135.0). No set posting order or requirements other than adding (colored callouts) when acting/reacting to a specific character for easy scanning.<br/><br/><strong>Setup<br/></strong><br/>It had taken years of planning and hundreds of millions of dollars to pull off, but he’d managed it gracefully. Dracula was not one to take moving across the world lightly, after all. The new mansion, dubbed by some “The Castle” despite having no resemblance to one, was a spectacular example of indulgence. Set in a sprawling, private area just within the borders of Los Angeles and close enough to the heart of the entertainment industry to be within an easy jog (for most supernatural beings), the estate was beautiful by any standard.<br/><br/>The twenty foot tall, corrugated and silvered iron fence that surrounded the nearly hundred acre property hemmed in a small forest of trees – ones perfectly suitable for relaxed hunting – and the area was stocked with what game the forest would support, including some deer an boar. Within those thick, protective rings were other, more subtle ones: a hedge maze here, a gurgling brook there, multiple concealed nooks and crannies perfect for talking business or anything else, and so forth. All of it led to the manicured grounds and the massive, multi-winged, multi-tiered building at its center. Less a castle and more of a resort paradise, the home was built to standards from early in the 1900s – a mixture of ranch and planation-styles, with wide, meandering hallways, high-vaulted gathering rooms, and a number of pools and other attractions to satisfy any guest. Anyone living or visiting the estates knew to expect every luxury to be found in one area or another.<br/><br/>Oh, and to top it all off, the whole thing had been laid out and implemented by an entire<em>coven</em>of powerful witches. The soil came from sacred burial mounds, the trees from forests that grew over rich deposits of silver, the fence constructed of metals found in holy places or from meteorites. All of it, every “natural” inch of the place had been carefully coordinated to contribute to the enchantment that made the Dracula estate unique in all the world: here, supernatural creatures of all types and temperaments could be safe. Here, vampires – even the most vulnerable ones – could walk in daylight without consequence. Here, werewolves could eat using silver utensils without growing sick. Curses and illnesses that existed as a consequence of simply being alive were likewise alleviated – provided the individuals so afflicted remained on the grounds, of course. Some even speculated that the waters flowing through the fountains had a rejuvenating effect, reducing the impact of age and time on those normally susceptible to it. Thus, even mortals could benefit from visiting the estates.<br/><br/>Not that mortals would need much of a reason; during its construction, the estate had become the subject of tremendous rumor and speculation. When whispers started that one of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the world was moving in and installing all manner of eccentric entertainments, the locals had been piqued. Humanity did not know the nature of the supernatural, or who Dracula and his family really were, but that didn’t matter. Wealth, power, and an aura of discrimination were all it took to spread rumors throughout the valley.<br/><br/>And now the place was opening its doors, allowing visiting supernaturals and some mortals past the guard houses that maintained the places’ privacy.<br/><br/>(All)<br/>The call had come out just two weeks prior: Dracula, king and father of the line of vampires, sometimes diplomat to the larger supernatural community, was going to host a party that led up to All Hallows Eve. For the next seven days, culminating with the night itself, his estate would be open to all supernaurals and approved mortals. The revelry would be unparalleled in all the world, with debauchery and feasts and distractions aplenty. And, on top of that, anyone interested in joining the estate as a temporary or permanent guest would have access to Dracula, his brides, or his staff members with which to request residence or seek favors.<br/><br/>It was to be *the* event of the decade, if not the century, and this was the first day.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Notes on posting your intros</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The events start on noon on Friday, the 24th.  Feel free to open with a post that takes place anywhere from noon until midnight – though it might be best to coordinate with previous posters, just to be on the same wavelength. The estate is protected (with guards at the gates, cameras, and spells to prevent interlopers) and a veritable army of serving people (including a large number of Renfield types) maintain the grounds. Dracula is not around when the party starts – he’ll have a grand entry, no doubt – but everyone is free to come, claim a room for the party, and mingle. Guides and, if one is lucky, a Bride might be around to assist lost guests. Feel free to explore the space, introducing yourselves as you see fit and mingling to your heart’s content for a few posts. </div></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Political Details</strong></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">For those interested in politics, Dracula has been in seclusion – taking a passive role in the world for nearly seventy years. As a result, the supernatural community has fragmented away from the enigmatic father of vampires. New types of vampires, werewolves, and perhaps even other special beings have evolved in the shadows of stories of the man and his family, all without meeting (or being given reason to fear) the man. Recent events represent a huge political, financial, etc. opportunity for supernatural beings of all ages and types. Mortals who have managed to somehow receive an invitation (due to prestige and raw attractiveness), are probably more aware of the prestige and uniqueness of the event – though not necessarily. It is possible that some, particularly special, mortals have been made aware of the real supernatural world and invited to attend for other reasons. <br/><br/>In terms of the relationships of the overall supernatural community (werewolves versus vampires and so forth), use typical lore balanced with what makes the story fun for you. Werewolves don’t like or trust vampires – that definitely does not mean that the two don’t share common interests and cannot be allies. <br/></div></div>