Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer
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				Title: <strong>Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 21:33:21</strong>
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				After being approved by Viktor, one must go here and pay for admission - either one night's admission, or a year's membership. This is handled by Angellica, a perky goth who looks a little too young to even <em>visit</em> Nocturne, much less <em>work</em> here. <br><br>Angellica's booth is on the left side of this short hallway, with a door to the Security area on the right. One of the club's security guards is standing close to the Security door, staying out of guests' way, but staying close enough to be ready if there's any trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 00:29:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Gabrielle-small.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name: </strong>Gabrielle Cavanaugh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cashier's Booth<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Alone<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>After she had been given clearance to go inside, Gabrielle did so, walking with no particular hurry but also showing no uncertainty or doubt.&nbsp; For all the hype, it was just another club with a gimmick, after all, and probably -- judging from the look of the cashier -- a little too young for her anyway.&nbsp; Still, she had come looking for something different, and this certainly qualified.<br><br>Open came the clutch purse again, and she fished out the folded bills that she'd put there for just that purpose.&nbsp; It felt odd to pay with cash, but ... well ... it felt somehow more illicit, more dangerous, not to leave record of her passing on credit card receipts, which was, in some ways, a little tracking device that followed you around, a perfect companion to the ever-present cellphone.<br><br>While she waited her turn, she glanced over at the security guard.&nbsp; The presence of security was reassuring, as if promising that the excitement offered by the club wasn't so exciting that it would show up to haunt her later, in divorce proceedings or ... whatever.<br><br>One night's admission would be plenty.&nbsp; &nbsp;Most of her was pretty sure that this wasn't going to become one of her escapes, not on a regular basis, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 01:04:12</strong>
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				Angellica met Gabrielle with a sunny smile and wave. "Hi there! I don't think I've seen you here before, are you knew?" <br><br>She chattered cheerily, completely at odds with her dark clothing and sharp, pointy canine fangs. With a little of a salesman's flair, she pointed out the benefits of having an annual membership as opposed to the one-night ticket, but took "no" gracefully and without attempting to up-sell Gabrielle at all. <br><br>With a little flair, Angellica gave Gabrielle an iridescent blue wristband, with instructions on putting it on. Once that was settled, Angellica told Gabrielle how to find the bars - to the far left and far right of the club, and that the wristband would give her unlimited access to lower-end drinks - water, sodas, domestic beers. If she wanted something more potent, she'd still have to pay for it. <br><br>And Angellica also gave her a warning that the club atmosphere could be disorienting or worse to some people, and that if she felt sick, weak, or drunk, she should head to the Rest and Recovery room, which was just to the right as she goes out into the club proper. <br><br>Once she'd given all of the information and instructions to Gabrielle that any new guest needed, she smiled, and said, "Welcome to Nocturne, I hope you enjoy it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 00:51:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Gabrielle-small.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name: </strong>Gabrielle Cavanaugh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Alone<br><br>Gabrielle considered for a moment, moving back to let another club-goer pay for his admittance without holding up the line before answering the girl's earlier question.<br><br><em>"First time,"</em> Gabrielle admitted, returning the smile with a little more reserve as she took in the fangs.&nbsp; Still, the girl's sunny disposition and chatter made her feel like things would be ... quite as dark and dreary as her first thoughts had imagined them.&nbsp; One thing was for certain, even so -- the likelihood of encountering anyone she didn't want to encounter was probably going to be rather low.<br><br>That suited Gabrielle just fine, fangs an all.&nbsp; <em>"Let's see how the first time goes.&nbsp; Buying a membership before I even step foot inside would be too much like marrying a man I hadn't slept with ... it leaves far too much to chance."</em><br><br>Given the getup, she doubted that anything she could say would shock the girl -- in comparison, she probably was horribly tame at best.&nbsp; That comparison was borne out when Angellica advised her that the club might prove 'disorienting or worse' and directed her to the rest and recovery room should it happen.<br><br><em>"I'll keep that in mind." </em>&nbsp; Her smile said that she wouldn't need it though, and she gave the little blue wrist-band a spin, watching the colors against the light.&nbsp; Black or red would have suited her better, but she supposed color-coordination was probably the least of her worries tonight. <em> "Thanks for the help."&nbsp; </em>She didn't call her honey, or darling, or sweetheart, or any of a dozen belittling endearments that her husband would have probably used, and if her smile was confident, she trusted that it did not reach the level of condescendingly smug. <br><br>That was the kind of thing she'd come here to get away from -- she'd be damned if she would carry it in with her.&nbsp; <br><br>With a final nod, Gabrielle moved further into the club, looking for a likely place to get a drink and absorb some of the atmosphere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rook Seidhr</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 01:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Calhar2.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> W. Adam “Harry” Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> cashier’s booth<br><strong>With:</strong> Angellica<br><hr><br>Having overheard the cashier give the same spiel twice to the two people in line ahead of him, Harry simply passed over his credit card. “One night, please,” he said with a smile. “If I like it maybe I’ll get the annual next time.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 01:17:23</strong>
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				Angellica grinned at Harry's comment. "You got it," she said agreeably, as she took his credit card, swiped it, and handed it back. She took out the printout and gave it over for the expected signature, then pulled out another blue wristband and handed it over as well. <br><br>"Since you've already heard most of the club's important highlights," she chirped, taking the signed printout back, "is there anything else you'd like to know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rook Seidhr</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 01:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Calhar2.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> W. Adam “Harry” Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> cashier’s booth<br><strong>With:</strong> Angellica<br><hr><br>“I’m sure I should,” Harry said as he donned the wristband, “but it escapes me. I haven’t even really looked at your website yet—I just saw the Monochrome Twins were here tonight and Googled for directions. Really looking forward to that, I’m a big fan but I’ve never seen them live. Thanks!” He gave her a little wave and moved onward into the club.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 18:43:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Son_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Joel Turner <em>aka</em> JT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nocturne's Entryway Foyer, Cashier's Booth<br><strong>With:</strong> A <em>Very</em> Young Goth Staffer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br><hr><br>As JT approached the surprisingly young cashier, who sat within her bullet-proof cage, he came to realize that he was suddenly feeling far more relaxed and, well, confident. The tension in his neck had finally dissipated, for he had made it by the Goliath at the front door <em>and</em>, as an added bonus, the guy had actually recognized him from some bit part he had done practically for free. <br><br><em>Go figure.</em><br><br>Granted, the role had lit up the chat boards for the show, what with Joel appearing in the buff - thank you cable tv - but still, he had been on screen for no more than five minutes. Five freakin' minutes for a job that had taken him an entire weekend to film. Take after take after take, he came staggering out on set, completely naked, until it was his turn to receive a bullet between the eyes. On the first few runs, the effects prosthetic had worked like a charm, but then something went wrong and he was sent back to the make-up trailer for a reset. Five takes more and he was sent back again. By the thirteenth take and third trip back, he had finally decided to decline the robe some nameless PA kept offering him. Unprofessional or not, he spent the rest of the weekend strutting around the back-lot with his family jewels on full display. Thankfully, he had inherited a rather impressive 'scepter' along with an equally impressive velvety 'sack,' which swung rather low, so there were few complaints from the production team. Actually, not a word had been...<br><br>"Oh, sorry," Joel found himself apologizing as the adolescent asked him, for like the third time, if he would prefer a one night stand or a yearly commitment. Pulling himself together as he fished for his wallet, he simply replied, "One," as he finally handed over two, crisp twenty-dollar bills. "Is there, uh, the option to upgrade later, like, on the way out? Will you be around? I mean, it would be kinda late or, uh, I guess, really early, depending on how you look at it."<br><br>Once again, he was rambling, which drove him crazy. For a guy who was suppose to be a pro with words, he so often failed to find the right ones and, more importantly, to hit his mark. It was something he certainly needed to work on, especially if he were ever to make it big.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 04:10:47</strong>
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				Angellica couldn't help but giggle at Joel's difficulty with his words. She grinned, and said, "Yes, I'll be here. Or Tanya will be, if I'm on break. I only got up two hours ago!" <br><br>She winked, took his money, and held out the brightly-colored wrist strap that she'd been giving most of the customers. "And yes, we'll have no problem with the idea of upgrading later tonight. Management tries to be reasonable about things like that. Just make sure you still have your wristband, or I can't give you the appropriate discount." She waggled the strap for emphasis. <br><br>"Anything else I can get for you, hot thing?" She winked and grinned broadly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 04:42:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Approaching entry line<br>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br><hr><br>After a few indecisive moments, Marie-Eve made her way to the main entrance, where a few guests make their way, one-by-one, past the velvet ropes.&nbsp; Her leather jacket hung loosely from her thin shoulders as she fished into the pocket of her jeans, twisting her tight form to reach the wad of mixed bills she has.&nbsp; She'd seen credit cards swiped... she could have brought hers-- a meager credit union debit card, devoid of flash or prestige-- but she had decided against it.&nbsp; They were her pockets' only contents, aside from a couple of apartment keys and a pre-paid flip-phone, and her license-- a thing she never used to actually drive, really, but she'd once been proud to earn and carry as a mark of growing up.&nbsp; She'd recently had her first five-year renewal, and she could legally drink... not that she did, except rarely, and alone.<br><br>She approached Angelica's booth, one thread of silvery hair falling across her face as she&nbsp; counted over the wrinkled bills.&nbsp; She placed a few on the counter.&nbsp; "One night, please," she said softly, her license beside the bills on the windowsill in front of Angelica.&nbsp; She remained stoic, but she could feel that she was somehow fundamentally different than the others here in the foyer who came and left so casually.&nbsp; <br><br>She hoped that she didn't hurt anyone tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 16:37:56</strong>
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				"Good evening!" Angellica said agreeably, seemingly missing Mare's nervous tension. "One night, you got it." She took the cash, faced and sorted the bills, and put them away, returning one of the ubiquitous blue wristbands. <br><br>Once she'd passed across the wrist strap, she rattled off the explanation of the club's amenities, and finished off with, "Is there anything else I can tell you about?" She waited patiently for Mare's response - or lack of response, since it wasn't uncommon for people to dismiss her and head into the club once they got their wrist straps. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 04:22:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Angelica's booth<br>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br><hr><br>Angellica's exuberance-- posturing for her guests' benefit, or otherwise-- sinks into Mare's defenses.&nbsp; She attaches the bracelet and manages a meager smile.&nbsp; "Um... no.&nbsp; I don't think so."&nbsp; Her wrist, like the rest of her under the jacket, is pale and smooth.&nbsp; For now.&nbsp; "Is the club pretty... intense?&nbsp; I'm kind of new at this.&nbsp; &nbsp;I need a little space, to ease into things."&nbsp; She fixes her gray-blue eyes on her, seeming sincere.<br><br>The doorman seemed to recognize something in her... maybe that's why she was sent to this place.&nbsp; Maybe she wasn't the first like her to come here, try to find someone to help her control <i>it</i>.<br><br>She steps aside, letting Angellica continue her work for other customers while waiting for any further indication.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 04:58:24</strong>
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				Angellica gestured a "wait a moment" gesture at Mare, and let another guest pay and go in before answering. <br><br>"Well," she temporized, "Intense is... hard to judge, especially with so many new people tonight, but..." She chewed on her lip for a moment, trying to figure out how much to tell a new guest. She continued, "the club generally gets more intense the deeper in you go. If you want to keep some space away from others, you should probably hang out near the door." <br><br>She gestured at the door into the dance club. "There's a few small tables close to here that only have two chairs - on opposite sides of the table. If you sit close to the wall without someone else, a lot of people will get the hint that you aren't interested in company, or suspect that you're waiting for someone. And even the ones too dense to see that won't really be getting closer than a few feet away." <br><br>She held up a "wait" finger again, and helped another guest get in. Once that guest had gone past, she continued, "The only other place that doesn't have a lot of <em>active</em> people around is the Recovery room, which is off to the right of that door." She gestured at the club entry doorway again. "While there's always a few people there, everyone is given enough space to recover on their own terms. Even if there's nothing wrong, and you just want a little distance away from others, Kitten will give you the space - and privacy, if you want it - that you want." <br><br>She frowned, thinking a little more. "There is one more way to get all of the privacy you need, but I'm really not allowed to discuss that. Not here, anyway." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Entryway Foyer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 05:06:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Angelica's booth<br>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br><hr><br>Taking in the recommendations, Mare nods and accepts the information.&nbsp; The idea of something 'farther in' sounds more than a little ominous, but she opts not to press.&nbsp; "Thank you," she says softly, flashing a faint smile.<br><br>She makes a mental note about the recovery room... privacy, distance.&nbsp; That would be good if she were to get worked up... from the sight of the guests so far... and the personnel, for that matter... her pulse is likely to rise tonight.&nbsp; Exercise might help... like dancing.&nbsp; Alone.<br><br>Giving a curt nod she turns, keeping her jacket on, but open, and makes her way into the club.
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