<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Pt19.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Elysia Genevieve Abadie<em>Nickname</em>: Gen<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured with matching 4in stiletto heels<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Penthouse apartment | Downtown<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6th | Early evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Prep work for guests arrival<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Having kept to herself since her arrival in Vancouver (modern cities were excellent places to hide in if one was inclined) Gen, had decided it was time to finally introduce herself to the Warlock community by hosting a small dinner party. She'd had time to purchase, and renovate, the entire top floor (she enjoyed the unobstructed view even if it was a cityscape when she'd prefer nature views of some sort) of a high-rise apartment building and now she was ready for others to see her home as well. From the outside the building was all sleek and modern, steel and glass, which offered her huge windows with lots of lot, but inside she'd furnished the place in warm woods, butter soft leathers, and colorful tapestries to give the huge space a much homier, old-world feel. Glamour his the large stone balcony she'd had added to the building, from the prying eyes of the mundanes below - or really anyone looking up the building from the outside - and the Wards on every door and window were intricate in their design and would have a few nasty surprises in them if anyone tried to unravel them.<br/><br/>This was a woman who clearly took her security seriously.<br/><br/>For tonight, however, she'd created an opening in the Ward on the elevator and her own door so that first caterers, and then her guests, would able to get in and move freely. Like most Warlocks of a significant age, she a significant, and widely varied, collection of books, artwork, and antiques mingled with more modern touches like the laptop in her office or the large screen television in her entertainment room. A bar along one wall was fully stocked with high end liquors, mixers, wines, mixers and a few objects that only other Warlocks would realize were for mixing magical, rather than mundane, cocktails. Her guests would be welcome to mix anything they'd like.<br/><br/>As the time for her guests arrival approached, she paid the caterers for their time and attention to detail in laying out the food for her - a sideboard with a wide variety of foods from various parts of the world - so that her guests could eat what they liked, as they liked, before sending them on their way. She had no intention of having mundanes in her home when all of her guests were going to be other Warlocks. She wanted her guests to feel welcome and relaxed enough to be themselves if they wanted to. To make that point clear, once all the mundanes were gone, she let her own glamour drop and reset one of the Wards on the elevator so that she'd be alerted if a mundane made it to her floor. It was unlikely at this point but always possible.<br/><br/>When her doorbell rang, she would answer it as herself, nearly black eyes, shifting blue hair, and shimmering scales down her back, bared to those she'd invited to break bread with her. She was going to be among her own kind, there was no need to hide herself.<br/><br/>Realizing her thoughts were starting to spin, and that she was slightly nervous, she forced herself to draw a deep breath and closed herself, seeking a calm center until the first of her guests arrived.<br/><br/>