(Open) Acclaim the Night

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Reverence

Gothic • Industrial • EBM • Synthpop • Dark 80s • Public/Unowned

Relinquishing Directorship had dropped tons of stress from her shoulders, but as always, all work and no play makes everything suck.

So instead of staying at home and working on a new design the wisp indulged in spontaneity, refusing to allow fear and anxiety to send her back to her couch!

First as always, shoes. Which might take forever to choose had there not been a pair of pumps she'd bought ages ago and hasn't yet gotten a chance to wear. simple and black, a bit boring if you look at them front the front, which was the point. The shock and awe came from the heel. Six inches high, segmented vertebrae, create a curves spine.

With these she didn't want to wear pants, and she wasn't feeling a dress, so a skirt, which really there was only one choice, the cute white one Sera picked out for her when they went shopping

As for a top, Mhairi choose a tight crop top with a clever leaf motif that reminded her of Autumn.

A quick cab ride saved her from freezing her butt off and since she wasn't specifically looking for release, choosing Reverence over the Asylum she decided to share in the spontaneity she fires of a text a piece to both Seraphina and Ingrid

@ reverence. If you wanna party meet me here.

then to spice it up,

first rounds on me!!!

There, texts sent Mhairi moves through the line and into the building. Not as opulent as Halloween, but it was still spectacular.

A traditional gothic fantasy, decadent and dark. columns, sconces, understated as the eye's drawn to the elegant crystal chandelier. With purple lighting and faux stained-glass windows allow it's crowd to indulge their most luxuriant fantasy.

Mhairi grinned to herself, did a little shimmy, headed to the bar and ordered an appletini.

[Ingrid]

A familiar voice from the luxuriant gloom.

"Well... Look at you! Money to burn and looks to kill."

How on earth had Ingrid got in so soon? The Darkling is not exactly glammed up on this evening. Black dress ending daring above the knee. Heeled shoes with what appeared to be buckles. A black cardigan, or something like it, draped over her like a diaphanous wrap. Even without makeup her skin shimmered pale; with makeup she appeared suitably gothic. On closer inspection the makeup also covered a certain drained look that had taken hold since the Pledge was broken. Her hungry smile was a little too forced; her eye shadow a little too stained.

"And here I was, thinking I was going to spend the night simply working."

Surely the Darkling was not still moonlighting as a private dick as well?

[Seraphina]

She saw the text and while typing out a quick reply, was already picking out her outfit.

Gothic. Which was a new thing for her, but she was going to rock it! Sera was pretty sure there wasn't a look she couldn't pull off and look amazing wearing.

One of the skirts that Mhairi had picked out was perfect, but it was finding a top that would work. Shirts were pulled out of the closet then tossed on the bed. Finally one stood out, and went with the skirt! A mesh faux corset top.

But the thing that was going to make her outfit stand out?

The shoes. Wait until the Wisp caught sight of these! She thinks turning and looking at the shoes with the outfit in her mirror.

Her eyeliner was extra heavy, which made her sapphire eyes stand out even more. Her hair was wild and lose around her shoulders, her lips nude. She even added the cutest little collar to the look.

She also took the bus, but it was because she didn’t own a car yet. Maybe it was time to look into getting one.

The line moved quicker than she thought it would, which was great cause it was a little chilly outside.

The Nix then walks into the club like she owned the place. Eyes scanning the room until they settle upon Mhairi standing with Ingrid.

Sauntering over, she smirks,

“Let the games begin ladies.” Purrs the Treasured. “You both look stunning!” she gushed.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Ohmygods-hi!" Mhairi greets the Darkling. Cheer forced, pinched lines around her eyes hidden by the heavy smears of eyeliner and eyeshadow.

Eyes, twin pools of mirror grey, a ghost of blue reflects within them, but the Darkling unburdened by the wisps own elemental curse, can see the pain. The hurt, betrayal and the even more dangerous - hope. All caused by the callously broken pledge.

"How did you get here so fast?" before answers can be given, the Nix appears radiant even without the gleam of gold and silver, "Those boots. Sera. Oh my gods those boots. Where did you get them and where can I get a pair?"

After a beat, or maybe a rumble of the music and the pulse of the crowd Mhairi orders a colourful mocktail for Sera and an appletini for Ingrid, because who wouldn't love the wonderful creation of vodka and sour apple amazingness?

[Ingrid]

"Someone else out to impress I see," Ingrid vocalised archly as Seraphina joined them. Her smile remained fixed on her face, even as it attempted to wrap itself around her drink, so graciously provided by Mhairi. Her eyes blazed over the boots and, to be a little, different, landed on the skirts instead.

"Thank you! But... Oh come on! Me stunning? Must have me confused with someone else my dear. And games? What games? Surely we can't be playing games. Not enough players..." She tried snobbish but found the effect failing the longer she tried. By the end she was floundering on the edge of a giggle.

She giggled, eyes alert for players prey interesting people to snare.

Turning briefly to Mhairi.

"I was already here," she extolled channelling her inner mystery woman. The effect was ruined by the strain evident under her eyeliner.

[Seraphina]

There was a proud smirk at the praise for her boots. She had a feeling the shoe crazy Wisp would be all over them

A light chuckle followed the smirk as her feet posed the boots, hands on her hips, “This small store I came across while out walking one night. I don’t know if they have any more of these specific boots, but I am sure they’ll have something you’ll like.” Secretly, she hoped they didn’t have anymore of the boots, these were her find and she didn’t want to share them.

Seemed Mhairi remembered she didn’t drink and she accepts the mocktail with a smile and a raise of the glass, “Thank you!” it would look like she was drinking alcohol. Not that she cared if anyone knew she drank or not.

Looking to Ingrid, “Of course! I am always out to impress.” It was a mixture of her past and being a Fairest. She always wanted to look her best.

Eyes widen, “Now now, don’t play coy. You do look stunning and I will not accept you second guessing that.” She says playfully.

A few blinks, “Why the game of playing with some poor souls feelings.” Duh. Or maybe that was just her game? “Dressing up and toying with a guys, or girls,” in case either preferred the fairer sex, “is always a game.”

[Mhairi Ankaa]

A brow arches, and after the wisp sips at her drink, she begins in a posh announcer voice, careful to keep it quiet under the thrummbing pulse of the primal music belting from the soundsystem.

"And here we have it, two Springs in their natural habitat, will we be lucky enough to watch them and their various strategies come into play as they each hunt their preferred prey?" the wisp pauses and lets out a laugh.

"Already here?" she asks after her laughter dies down, "Wh-?!" she cuts herself off having come to a conclusion, it might not be the right one, but it was one.

[Ingrid]

Ingrid can't resist it. She pokes out her tongue and makes a face at Mhairi, almost bursting into guffaws when the Elemental pulls off the voice.

"Oh! That game is it?" Ingrid responds to her Courtier, her voice haughty as she hams it up for the Ashen Sovereign. "Is that a challenge..."

It is absurd, of course. Ingrid may have an ethereal beauty all of her own, but she in no way compares to the magnetic Fairest. The Darkling doesn't even manage to hold the haughtiness together before she starts rocking with giggles. The hunger - or maybe competitive edge - is evident in the flash of her eyes as she surveys the crowd nearest to them.

[Seraphina]

There was a snort and laugh as Mhairi does her voice. It was quite entertaining.

Was it a challenge? Sera didn’t think so. She knew her looks alone gave her a leg up on her Queen. Her voice only stacking the odds in her favor. But she wasn’t stupid, she knew it took more than good looks to catch someones attention. And Ingrid had that whole mysterious air about her that would draw its own fans.

The drink was brought to her lips as a sip was taken, before being lowered, revealing a smirking Treasured,

“Well, it could be a challenge. But we would have to lay down ground rules, because it’s only fair.” A one shoulder shrug, “Or we could forgo the challenge and just let our hair down, dance and just have a good time.” Which worked for her, she could always come back and toy with feelings later.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi joins in with the riot of giggles.

"Could be a challenge!" she gets out as she gasps for breath. "I'm game to play referee," did it say something about her self image that she assumes any game like this would be exclusive to the Springs? "But hanging out and partying is just as fun!" said then the wisp downs the rest of her drink, shifting around, she catches the eye of a bartender, "Another!" hoping a grin will take away the sting of leaving of her normal 'please'.