Beacon settled in to sip some wine, relaxing as he stretched his feet out in front of the fire. The party had been going excellently, even though he'd had to step out for a while, but he felt that it needed something. It needed an extra kick. As he listened to the sounds of revelry in the other rooms, knowing that nobody really knew he was back yet, he mulled over various ideas in his mind. As the glass in his hand emptied slowly, it finally came to him. What he really needed to do was to open the doors completely to the public, not just here, but everywhere. He chuckled, and made a couple of quick phone calls, and hastily went back outside to replace the sign on the door.<br/><br/>It now read, in a flourishing hand-written script in black ink on white-stained parchment, "Welcome to the first annual Friday 13th Party at Beacon Manor. Any and all who wish to come and join in the festivities are welcome, but there are a couple of rules that all guests are expected to follow. The first, as is typical of my parties, is that there is no clothing allowed except in the foyer of the house. The second rule is that, while consenting non-consent is permissible, nobody is allowed to genuinely force themselves upon any of my guests. Last but not least, everyone is expected to leave outside drama outside. This is a place for having fun, making friends, and if you are so inclined, having some really amazing sex with some really amazing people."<br/><br/>Smiling in satisfaction, Beacon walked back inside, sitting down, and waiting to see who was still at the party, and who else might show up.