Halloween 2012: The Asylum

[Chrisie]

Where the Avalon mainstreams; the Reverence is expected to impress the dedicated Halloween'er - the Asylum plays to darker fantasies.

Lithe and thematically costumed door attendants greet people and provide a hole punched ticket which qualifies the party goer for two free drinks.

The first thing long time patrons notice upon entering is that the lighting and sounds of rustling chains and distant wailing accompanied by the clank of iron bars are more subdued than usual.

Once the sounds and lighting are absorbed, the patrons are hit with realization that they have stepped into a dungeon!

Forbidding and looming stone walls and low lighting gives the club the style of a medieval dungeon to fit the occasion.

Sturdy iron loops are fitted to walls and columns. Cells, cages, a rack and even a nonfunctional iron maiden all lend their physical support to atmosphere of an age forgotten despite the inclusion of all the modern suspension equipment, harnesses and furniture.

This is where darker fantasies really do seem like they might come true...

[Dominyk Prise]

-1Glamour to harden the mask

Dominyk walked into the Asylum, dressed in a perfect dark green three piece suit. The white shirt stood out sharply between the gold and green of the perfect scarf he wore. His Mask was hardened and he had slicked his hair back for the very occasion.

In one hand he carried a golden staff with a glowing blue stone, and on his face set an expression of calm confidence. The Asylum was still new to him, but it felt exactly the way he thought it was.

The wrist band didn’t fit entirely well with his Loki, but it was a nod towards free alcohol, it probably wouldn’t be as good as what was served earlier in the year with the Winters. But that was the difference between changelings and others.

Of course, this was a place of containment, pain and pleasure -- this was probably as close to ‘home’ that he could find. Something in the back of his mind told him it was wrong to enjoy being here.

He ignored that part of his mind.

[Max Heinz]

*The dark setting and ambiance of the Asylum certainly fit the next pair of individuals that made their way into the party. It seems the Grand Wyrm's latest Chrysalis had transformed him into the Pumpkin King, and Sacramento's Deputy had shape-changed herself into a twistedly beautiful rag doll.

Max smiles as he leads Tracy (@Jag) into the fetish club, absent-mindedly stuffing the ticket for free drinks into one of the pockets of the black and white pinstriped suit. It's not like it would do him any good. As he takes in the transformation that the club had underwent, he turns to his lover and laughs softly.* Oh good, they've toned things down for the evening...

*There's a playfulness in his voice that is usually missing when in public. Tonight was a chance to relax and enjoy some time with Tracy without the pressures or expectations of their responsibilities within the Danse. He looks over to the female Gangrel, wondering what her reaction would be to the place.*

[RebornSeas]

He hadn't known what to expect when he entered the Asylum. Sure, Toby had mentioned that she and her date might show up hear, and then Miach expressed curiosity (That should have been his warning, really. Curiosity, not his normal reaction to clubs and bars of "We should go to that one, totally). He was glad that he'd dug through his wardrobe for an outfit he'd worn for several Halloweens.

He could maybe hide out as a Fezzik in a Dungeon without drawing too much attention. Looking around and seeing the chains, the unexpected bondage theme, Shane was so far out of his comfort zone that he was tempted to walk back out. And then he spotted Loki Dominyk Price. He stood around awkwardly, then decided he'd stay until his cabalmates showed at least.

He started settling in at that point, drifting through the crowd and looking at the sights, for all that his face was still splashed red with his insecurities. He'd read about this type of thing in some of Price's works, but he hadn't seen the appeal in print. He still wasn't sure what to think seeing it in person either.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy hadn't bothered with a wig, since she had the right hair color to play the part anyway. Still, she was quite pleased with her costume, and how nicely it matched Max's. Her emerald green eyes widened slightly as the petite Gangrel took in the club's ambiance. She turned to look at her partner, a devious smirk forming on the corner of her lips. "Toned them down?" she asked with a hint of playful curiosity. "This is my first time at the Asylum, so I really wouldn't know the difference." The petite redheaded offered the Mekhet a quick wink as she said those words.

"I totally dig the whole dungeon thing they've got going on though," she added, her little smirk turning into a full blown devilish grin.

[Idun]

Idun arrives, she did her best to look as between the genders as she could without using magic, skillfully using cloths to hide her curls and used bandages to really flatten her chest as best as she could. She feels a bit of guilt in employing a professional to apply her horns, make up, and fake hair. Her hair is cut short and styled in a man's hair due, the color its been dyed to is a light gray. The stilts she made herself, she used Youtube to find instructions on how to do it, although she did have trouble with the forming of hooves. Warm amber eye colored eye contacts are in her eyes, she is proud she didn't use any magic, just spent money to get herself looking like this. The cloths were long, linen pants while she wears a linen tunic and over it a simple leather vest that's done up.

She looks about as she approaches the bar, she thinks she spies Four but she kind of wants a drink before approaching.

[October Davenport]

Toby runs her hands over the sides of her skirt as if to smooth out wrinkles which weren't there. She walks through the doors of the Asylum, pausing long enough to take in the new décor. She gives a slight nod of approval. The theme seemed to fit well. She put on a smile as she walked towards her usual first stop, the bar. She kept an eye out for Ricardo Ricardo , not sure what his costume would be, and hoping she would recognize him.

Tonights attire added a different kind of confidence to her walk, a little flirty and a lotta fun. She looked damn good in the outfit and she knew it. The costume was tight, short enough to that bending over would be impossible. The fishnets that showed off her long legs, and a riding crop that just went with the outfit.

As she approaches the bar, she sees Idun, at least, she thinks she does. She briefly raises one perfectly shaped eyebrow as she considers this. Then, not being completely sure, she stands to the side of who she thinks was Idun, and orders a Dirty Martini.

[Max Heinz]

*Max returns Tracy's smirk with a smile, nodding his head.* Oh yes, they haven't started the beatings yet. Most nights it would be wall-to-wall welts and moaning by now.

*Where Tracy's smirk grows into a smile, Max keeps his usual slightly detached demeanor.* Do you, now? Remind you of anywhere in particular? Or anything? *He gives the beautiful Gangrel a playful wink, taking a moment to scan the darkened interior of the club.

One of the advantages of being a Mekhet was that nothing was really dark to Max anymore; and he does a double take as he sees Loki making his way around the club with the glowing staff. For a moment, he thought it might have been another of Sacramento's Dragons out and about tonight; but quickly realizes it was someone else entirely.

Apparently, Avenger costumes were big this year, even here.

Turning back to Tracy, Max motions towards the various scenes and stages set up around the club.* So, anything in particular you're interested in seeing?

[Idun]

Idun glances to her side and blinks a few times at the sight. "Nice to see you, Toby." She says with a slight depth to her voice. She had been practicing since she decided to dress up as a satyr. "So, how was yout day?" She asks once she got her Black Forest Beer.

[Dominyk Prise]

Dominyk Loki watched as people filed in, it was a rather calm night, for now. It was one of those clubs after all, and he was the trickster god of the Æsir, there had to be at least one person he could convince to kneel. It was finding the right person, you couldn’t just force anyone into that sort of position. It actually made him wonder where Velma Star was going to show up.

He hadn’t had difficulty in the past with her, and there was nothing wrong with going back for seconds. But the redhead wasn’t in the club. There were others instead, but many seemed to be paired up; and one almost incident was enough for one season.

And that was when the Satyr ( RockBane ) caught his eye.

Of all the costumes....

He slid up to the bar near the Satyr and the Sexy Commissar. “Good evening, Ladies.” He let his own personal charm take over for a moment. It wasn’t as if he was just going to flip one of them onto a table at the moment anyway.