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Horst Cabal is wearing a new suit. His skin is rosy and vibrant, his hair's been recently trimmed, and Taxon's never seen him look quite so healthy and non-vampiric. If some of that's makeup, or careful lighting and a deceptive camera angle, well, hopefully the Taxonians watching his video feed aren't interested enough to notice. The message itself is short:

Good evening, fellow residents. I believe most of us know each other by now, but this is Horst Cabal. I know the past few weeks have been hard on us all -- physically, emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, socially, or in any other way which might matter to you -- and I understand from some of you that it can be difficult to bring ourselves to deal with things that have happened when we've already been through so much -- but please believe me that this is no way to live. Or to not-live, as your case may be. If you can in any way find it in your schedule to attend a gathering a few friends and I are hosting later this week at the Kelebek Hotel, we'd appreciate the opportunity to discuss what's happened recently with Mr. Blood and his demon in the city, and what things we can and should be doing to address situations like these. We promise to be brief, and not to waste your time, but nothing we discuss as a community is worthwhile unless everyone is on board, so please make every effort to attend. Precise time and date are enclosed in the attached note.

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The friends Horst Cabal has recruited to help him host this little gathering appear to be (and are) chosen for their social graces in this particular instance: the effortless Bagoas of Susa and the genial Metody Green, the two people in Taxon he best trusts to be on everyone else's good side, and to be able to stay there. They are non-threatening and likable in a way that a vampire cannot possibly manage, and he's counting on their combined neutral-to-positive social status to be able to offset his own position as a relative newcomer and a stranger. Things that might sound naive or pushy coming from Horst Cabal's mouth may sound more reasonable if Bagoas and Metody are espousing them.

Horst's own brother is not among the company of those invited to play host to this little soiree. While Horst certainly expects him to be present, a lifetime of having been Johannes's older brother has meant that Horst isn't nearly stupid enough to put Johannes in charge of anything that relies on his ability to seem likable. This is like putting a porcupine in charge of handing out balloons at the state fair: comically inadvisable, very loud, and quite likely to end with any number of tearful children.

The Kelebek is notoriously well-appointed and elegant, and it boasts the sorts of sumptuous lounges and ballrooms where a group like theirs can comfortably meet and talk in the illusion of a private setting. Horst and his companions have collaborated on an arrangment of chairs that encourage people to seat themselves rather than remaining standing, with the walls generally being lined with tables where food and drinks can be served (at Metody's suggestion). The feeling is of a formal meeting, rather than an informal community social.

This evening's hosts are there to greet people as they arrive, encourage them to help themselves to food, and to take seats, but true to their word, they don't intend to commence with business until everyone seems to have arrived.

In the meantime, Taxonians, there seem to be only as many chairs available as there are known residents of the city. Those who arrive first get their pick of the seats available, but everyone's going to have to sit next to at least one other person. Have at it.

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[[OOC: Welcome to the post-Etrigan meeting! I hope everyone can tag in with their characters. We'll get to the meeting discussion within the next 24 hours (RL time), but wanted to give people a chance to tag in with their characters' arrival/reactions to the message/etc. before then, as this also gives people a chance to opt out of the meeting if your character wouldn't choose to attend. IF YOUR CHARACTER IS NOT ATTENDING, PLEASE MAKE AN OOC POST ON THIS POST SO WE KNOW NOT TO HANDWAVE YOUR CHARACTER'S PRESENCE. Otherwise you are entirely welcome to assume your character is in attendance even if you should decide you don't have time to RP in this thread (though we hope you can!).

Horst, Metody, and Bagoas are all here already, so feel free to say hi to any of them if you wish, or you can handwave that and just direct your character to a seat.

BY THE WAY, THERE ARE THREE ROWS OF FIVE CHAIRS. You can feel free to decide where your character sits (though this won't impact the meeting in any way other than giving you the chance to decide who your character will sit next to/who they'll be able to lean over to talk to/etc. should they decide to get chatty). This is not required, but you can OOCLY indicate your character's seat by putting an O on the following chart where they're sitting, for example, front and center would be:

XXOXX
XXXXX
XXXXX

We hope to see you all here -- and remember, you can tag in any time you like! Although Horst/Bagoas/Metody certainly share the goal of trying to convince everyone to be more of a community, ultimately how this meeting turns out is not scripted at all, and whatever we end up with will be totally great.]]
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"All right, I'll try and make this quick:"

Glitch? Getting to the point in a reasonable amount of time? Is it possible?

"For those who don't know me: my name's Glitch, I'm that guy who's been here since forever and kinda know the most about all the...stuff that goes on here. Sorta."

No, no it is not.

"Anyway, ah...I've been studying the lighthouse and found some peculiarities with the light-beam thingy which I wanna discuss with everyone. Or most of you, if you can make it. Plus there was that whole hanging out and having drinks thing which I mentioned before all the stuff north of the river happened-- hey we can talk about that too."

Yeah he is taking notes now, all frowny and confuzzled.

"Right! Unless you've got something drastic going on, let's meet at the Black Friar after sundown for the...sunlight-avoidant. First round of drinks is on me. See you later."


ooc: Gathering of the citizens! This is a mingle log so tag in, tag each other, frolic away. I will be adding a tag of Glitch discussing his Very Scientific Observations and there will e a Q&A to follow which I hope will e full of threadjacking. And here havesome pub details. Go go go!
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The packages were delivered by extra courier. One to Buffy. One to Maddy. Then one to Jason Blood.

Each were delivered in the middle of the afternoon, just before Josef made his broadcast.

Elegantly dressed, he stood out on the wide balcony deck of his building, overlooking the central area of Taxon City.

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Some of you I know, and I'm aware others are new to the city and I've yet to make your acquaintance. Welcome, hello, all of that. Now, for the reason for my broadcast.

"A bit ago I discussed a party with some I know here. It's time for that party. It's to be held this weekend, to celebrate the date that I believe is sometime around the kick off for fall. A perfect time for a last days of summer celebration that isn't a pool party, despite what we may call it. None of us are ready for water like that, I don't think.

"Some of you have received packages. The hatch is a mercurial thing. If they don't work for you, please let me know. I won't be offended.

"All are welcome and things shall kick off in the afternoon, just for cocktails and then dinner will be served buffet style. Music and dancing. Things like that. I hope to see you all there."

The transmission ended with a last item delivered.

The card was hand delivered to Bagoas, written in his own language. With the practice, Josef was getting better at things.

Darling Bagoas,

You are cordially invited to an evening party at my residence for the City of Taxon. It is a semiformal event so that you may know what to wear, and I would be grateful for your appearance. I hope to see you soon.

With much affection,

Josef
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These days in Taxon were short, the sun rising a little before ten in the morning and setting shortly after one in the afternoon. It was also cold and snowy, and combining all of that together it could be difficult to find anything worth celebrating. Fortunately, there were some individuals intent on making making sure there was still warmth, that a few lights still glowed.

Over the past few days Glitch and Cain (with a little help from Fitz) had transformed a small warehouse in Shelley into a little haven of whimsy. Upon entering one was presented with a coat rack which sprouts a fresh hook for their belongings, and then beyond the curtain was a little piece of the Outer Zone. Overhead was a holographic projection of the Ozian night sky (an array of unfamiliar stars and three moons), a dance floor illuminated with shafts of colored light that seem to sparkle, a large table with assorted snacks and a self-serve bar with both alcoholic and booze-free drinks. There were folding chairs and small tables scattered about and party favors, noise makers, and festive hats were available for all who wanted them. Music for the evening would be techno-flavored jazz and the occasional intrusion of Otherside Earth dance music. Whatever's playing, it'll have fabulous rhythm.

For anyone who wanted to escape the noise, the warehouse's office had been converted into something of a lounge, decked out with a few pieces of furniture borrowed from the Northern Island.

It's Annual's End, time to celebrate the past and leap into the future.


[ OOC: Party post! Tag in, tag each other, meet new folks and mingle around. There's a planning post here which you're still welcome to hit up :D ]
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Although the notion had originally been Fitz's, the aliens latched onto it and so the Extras took it upon themselves to do most of the building for the bonfire. As the day progressed a tall wooden structure took shape in Sanctuary Square, and figures could be spotted on the roof of the Sanctuary itself setting up fireworks. There were also vendors around the city selling bottle rockets and firecrackers for anyone who wanted to make their own noise.

Once the fake sun went down - around three in the afternoon - the Extras established a drum circle while the Dodgy Jammer's house band (consisting of one Fitz Fortune and a couple of Killjoys) set up their equipment. There was a grill for meats and roasting marshmallows, one table loaded with snacks, another with beverages including hot cocoa and cider, and a proper bar.

The atmosphere was in general celebratory, especially once full dark settled and the large stack of wood was set ablaze. Fireworks would go off from time to time from various corners of the square, with the big display later in the evening. Have a blast, citizens!


OOC - Why yes it is another party post. Come and eat, drink, dance, be merry, toss things into the fire, mingle, make it a night to ever remember.
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It 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! ]
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The idea, as it had been initially presented, was for citizens to experience what it was like to walk in someone else's shoes. In practice it became discovering what it was like to walk in their own shoes, if their taste in shoes were suddenly quite different from normal. The footwear still fit and was comfy, but the style was quite different.

For two weeks the prisoners of Taxon swapped their utilitarian Doc Martin's for trendy Louboutins (or vice versa) and all manner of shenanigans reigned.


[ OOC: Trying something new! this is basically a LOG POST where everyone can consolidate their opposite plot doings in one location for optimal organization. How it will work:
→ tag in with your character being affected by the opposite plot.
→ include the dates they will be affected!
→ others will tag you with reactions, and you can tag them!

You are of course free to make your own posts as well. Have fun! ]
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Two years-- no, two annuals along now. Glitch was determined to mark time properly, especially since he had the firm, correct, proper date of his arrival. He'd known "October" and he'd known "before DG" but pinning down the date had taken a lot of fussing with his tablet.

The marvelous little machine had a long, long memory, each transmission (except for a few with a worrying access denied message) given a date and time stamp. Lots of himself - wide-eyed, bemused, confused, worried, grinning, laughing at himself, blinking - lot of "Hey everyone," back and back until finally there was a skinny, ragged, figure who went quickly from scared to indignant to curious. October ninth, two annuals back, roughly half past one in the afternoon.

He'd replayed it over and over as he rode the tram across the city, the little hologram suddenly stumbling into existence and eventually peering right at him with that uncertain smile. Hello. Where'd you come from?

"Good question," Glitch mused, philosophically bewildered by how he'd gotten from that to his present state despite having just reviewed it all. With a snort he turned off the tablet and stood to get off at the next station, near where the map had promised a fair in Shelley.

There were banners and music, Extras calling out for folks to try their luck at games of chance, rides in the distance - a ferris wheel, bumper cars, something terrifying and spinny - and the smell of barnyard and harvest wafting in from the new farmlands to compete with all the food. The mood was happy and bright, and at roughly half past one Glitch bought himself a caramel apple before beginning his third annual in Taxon with an aimless meander around.

Once the edge had been taken off his curiosity (and he'd deemed the place safe), he turned the tablet to visual and gave it a grin.

"Hey everyone!" Glitch began. "There's this harvest festival fair thing going on out in Shelley by the farms - there are farms now, by the way - and...okay, it's actually pretty nifty. There's gonna be a dance after sunset and I'll be disappointed if I don't have any partners, but more importantly someone's gotta get here before I decide to actually try the deep fried butter."

He raised his eyebrows and did one of his quick, earnest nods to show how very serious this threat was.


ooc: In which Keri got sick of moping. LOL BACKDATED TO YESTERDAY, and let's call it a party post. Tag Glitch, tag in on your own, tag each other, make up typical fair stuff. I'm thinking typical state fair things but feel free to add any international or otherworldly fun stuff.
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Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one [livejournal.com profile] slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank Williams. This is their kind of party.

Don't let them have all the fun. The sun is getting low, so get on out here and get your party on before fireworks start lighting up the faux night sky.

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