#senatus.event

[thiefnathan]

@abelczarlinski location: the FUNCTION notes: bad decision time

"So I uh... I got hired to do a job." Nathan admitted as he shovelled some oysters down his gullet. "I guess there's a demigod who had something stolen last year, some mirror the witches were giving out last year at that vigil, feel like breaking some rules with me or-?" Yes he'd said he would turn over a new leaf but this was basically using his powers for good: yes he was stealing, but he was stealing and giving back from the person that was stolen from. Very charming, handsome, and Robin Hood of him.

[marcovolta]

@senatusstarters location: the FUNCTION notes: tits out for the satyrs

Cooking for an entire city and all their Otherworldly guests was no joke, but through a constant stream of his homemade coffee: all things were possible. He'd been working the line for the last 47 hours straight before the grumpy satyr that had been expediting finally let him take a break, thirty minutes, very generous considering how much work needed to be done. Marco was a sensitive witch when it came to ingredients and cooking... After years of food preparation there were things that just seemed off, but he was too busy to think about it much. "Are you enjoying the mini quiches? I made them myself." Michael passed by with a tray and Marco gratefully took a few off for himself.

[alastormanifest]

@senatusstarters location: Flirt notes: Sanguis Massa, open to demons & spirits attending the blood mass. tw for some messy violence, murder, and drug use.

This was easy, too easy, at least once he'd gotten into the hang of it. Crossing lust off was easy enough, gutting them for their advances had been easier. Fun even when he considered how much delight Zahrya would take when Alastor replayed his memories for him. How the bitter witch died gargling on their own blood, knees bent and prepared for subjugation that would never come. The frenzied masses laughed as though the blood that spilled across their feet was little more than a performance art, in every corner of the room, in every chamber of the building, debauchery and violence took hold.

"Just a little more." Alastor promised, his tone was low and methodical, the drawl of a demon who was hitting his stride. So many years he'd been Vivianne's partner and friend, content with his violence so long as it didn't blowback on the coven. A fair trade for the position she lent him, but for months now he'd been a father and a maid, a builder and a bed companion. This felt correct. Zahrya was right and Alastor was wrong to deny his nature.

He poured the bottle down the agape throat of a lush he'd been feeding for over an hour. A glutton and epitome of self-indulgence, his face swollen and eyes bloodshot as the alcohol, drugs, and food worked against him. "Almost done." The man struggled beneath him but the demon's face shifted with mottled skin as it showed the monster beneath the charming mask. Alastor continued to pour even as the man choked on his own drink, spat up and turned purple before he at last stopped writhing. The demon stood, the second offering to the Inferno made.

"This is too easy."

[ismaelabdel]

Ismael Samir Abdel, Saturchella

[sleipnirx]

starter for: open, @senatusstarters where: all fours horse girl fact: beer is given to horses to treat anhidrosis, thanks big john the draft horse from tiktok

Horses and beer were this longstanding tradition; there was some rumor in the pipeline that came about that beer was good for their health, obviously the horse turned man started that rumor because this shit was good. All Fours needed to work on it, the fact that it was warm wasn't the end of the world, but it was certainly pungent. Herløv sipped a beer, nodding his head as someone approached the bar; it was completely wild and unruly in this damned place so the horse did what he did best and stepped into the position of bartender; AKA the ear, the gossip, the horse. "Buy a beer, you get a free snack to go with it." He wouldn't mind if this person decided on something else entirely, but after a few rounds warm beer went down effortlessly.

[efigeniax]

Efigenia, Saturnalia

[appetizinggael]

who?: open to all || @senatusstarters where?: trapped in rome, someone please help this stray he's used to captivity

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Over the last few days (he thinks days, it was really hard to keep track with all the crazy weather going on, seriously where did the sun go?) Gael had been crushed, trampled, and burned to death yet there he was still running. Clutching the top of his cage to shelter himself a bit, all he could think about was finding Hakan, an impossible task considering how different Rome looked. Luckily for him his new jockstrap was incredibly breathable because he couldn't stop moving. Every time he did, he died. Or got knocked out? He wasn't really sure, but Gael knew one thing for certain: he was God's gift to vampires. He had to be. Why else could he not die despite being a thrall? "He'll drain me over and over. He'll put his fangs so deep in me I know it," he pants as a little motivational mantra. Gael couldn't afford to stop no matter how scary things got. His sense of time was all screwed up, but he knew his body. It'd been too long since he last got some fang and he needed Hakan inside of him pronto. "Please Hakan, wait for me I'm coming. I'll find you soon..." The cage top held over his head spinning wildly from side to side displayed that Gael did not have a clue what direction he was supposed to go.

[xxerxesx]

who?: @oliverevansx where?: right in the pyramid so he don't got to see anything scary

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Oliver may not have been officially recognized by the Speaker as a lackey, but little bro needed all the help he could get. Especially after the scare beefy priest gave him. What was it about younger vamps that had them chopping off heads when they were startled? Decapitation was meant to be a thought-out, fun activity performed with intention. He'd have to show Oliver that fact himself it seemed. The poor halfblood Xerxes was dragging around was becoming a pro at losing his head by now. "You don't want to exhaust yourself. We need you to keep fighting, alright? Stick close to Dimitri and do whatever he says. He's my lackey so he's chill." Xerxes tossed the unmoving body of the halfblood Oliver's way, full enough, for now, to give the fresh refill entirely to the fledgling. "Don't worry, I just broke their spine is all. Once you feed they'll make a full recovery. Trust me, I've done it like ten times already. Plus, you'll be doing them a favor. They said themselves that they wanted to be useful."