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longaevusIt had been just over a week since the invitations had been sent around, with the help of Glitch. Helen had known that Halloween was fast approaching but she'd had no plans for it - she hadn't since Ashley had been young, and yet somehow it was her that had put together such an event on this evening. It had been whilst working with Glitch that the idea had come up, through a casual discussion of Taxon, previous occurrences at this time and a wish for people to come together, to have something a little more relaxing after recent events and she'd offered the Sanctuary, after a little thought.
Now she was putting the finishing touches together - or rather to herself. Working on Mick's 'problem' as well as continuing to compile previous information on Taxon had left her doing little else - her own fault. She'd spent the majority of the day preparing the Sanctuary - or at least part of it. The main foyer and the first room leading from the left would be all that was accessible, everything else she had locked down - she wasn't yet trusting enough to open up the Sanctuary (and it did stop people from becoming lost). Then came the matter of a costume - not her idea. She hadn't given it any thought and in a last minute thought she'd gone back to something that she'd already owned. Curling her hair for it was a practised thing that she'd never forgotten, along with how to move in the dress.
She gave a brief pause, smiling at a few of the memories and then moving before allowing the others to dwell. Tonight was not for that, tonight was for relaxation and the more pleasant social aspects (two things that she still wasn't quite good at). Making her way down to the foyer Helen opened the doors to the Sanctuary. Tonight would be good. Pleasant.
[ ooc; forwardated like a forward thing to early Taxon evening. Remember you're confined to the foyer ( 1 | 2 ) & a room leading from the left (it's big). There's always outside too! There's also food (buffet style) and drinks (and animal blood). Don't forget the costumes and mingle away! ]
Now she was putting the finishing touches together - or rather to herself. Working on Mick's 'problem' as well as continuing to compile previous information on Taxon had left her doing little else - her own fault. She'd spent the majority of the day preparing the Sanctuary - or at least part of it. The main foyer and the first room leading from the left would be all that was accessible, everything else she had locked down - she wasn't yet trusting enough to open up the Sanctuary (and it did stop people from becoming lost). Then came the matter of a costume - not her idea. She hadn't given it any thought and in a last minute thought she'd gone back to something that she'd already owned. Curling her hair for it was a practised thing that she'd never forgotten, along with how to move in the dress.
She gave a brief pause, smiling at a few of the memories and then moving before allowing the others to dwell. Tonight was not for that, tonight was for relaxation and the more pleasant social aspects (two things that she still wasn't quite good at). Making her way down to the foyer Helen opened the doors to the Sanctuary. Tonight would be good. Pleasant.
[ ooc; forwardated like a forward thing to early Taxon evening. Remember you're confined to the foyer ( 1 | 2 ) & a room leading from the left (it's big). There's always outside too! There's also food (buffet style) and drinks (and animal blood). Don't forget the costumes and mingle away! ]
