#veliaevent3

[pl4ytest]

username: pl4yer (four) location: floor 52; seven night club, opening night party 

          ‘ so --- if we’re living in a si-simulation, and are also stuck in velia, which is also a simulation --- are we actually living in a simulation ? like wouldn’t living in a simulation within a simulation be a little too much ? ’

[loginpeach]

Who the hell thought flashing lights and alcohol was a good combination? Peach was seriously considering her life choices and why she thought sneaking into clubs pre-V was a fun activity. The drinks here weren’t even real but they’d managed to knock her out flat. Must be something in that digital water. Thankfully, a nice group of girls she’d met in the bathroom let her lay across them on their booth. It was nice, and they were soft, but the lights were fucking getting to her, you know? Just flashing. Constantly. Air was probably a good idea, she reasoned, which was a pretty amazing feat since Peach was rarely reasonable. She deserved a pat on the back for that. Against the concerned protests of her new girl band in the making, Peach decided to stumble her way to the club’s back entrance. Luckily for her, it was propped open by a brick. Probably shouldn’t move it then. Or. Peach grinned and as carefully as she could, knelt down to pull the brick away and slam the door shut. The shouting on the other side of the door made her snicker before she opened it again and popped her head out. “Sorry, babe. Were you using that?”

[userluna]

.user { LUNA } .location { city of nova ( floor 52 ),                   Seven’s Grand Opening }

Luna leaned against the bar while she waited for her virgin cocktail. She’d been playing along, looking every bit like the clubber that Velia wanted them to be that night, but she kept her eyes trailing over every entrance she could see. Surveyed the dance floor for any suspicious behavior by NPCs, made sure that her guild members there were safe. Since the last boss battle, she had stopped thinking of HQ as the only place that required her pretense as a guard. Best case scenario, she was wrong and all she’d missed out on was opening night at a club, something she didn’t really care about. Worst case scenario? She was right and her guild members got hurt, but if that happened, at least she was prepared. 

The bartender reappeared with her drink, so she took it carefully and started making her way through the throng of other thirsty patrons to get to one of the booths on the sides. She saw one starting to clear out and made a beeline for it. It was at a perfect vantage point to watch the dance floor and two of the exits. By the time she got there it was empty for about half a second before she slid in-- at the exact same time another player slid in across from her. Luna sighed and leaned back against the booth, “You can stay if you want, but I was totally here first.”

[thegrcyking-blog]

king was still skeptical about the whole... event. he still didn’t trust that everything was going to be okay, but he had his inventory full of useful items, so that helped him feel a little bit better. it couldn’t change the fact that he was severely underdressed. king hadn’t worn anything fancy, just some grey jeans and a grey top. 

he started the night thinking he would be sober - or relatively sober - to make sure he was on guard. well, one thing led to another, and king was gone. he hadn’t realized his tolerance was shit, and easily got crossfaded. he sat on a couch in one of the side rooms, running his hands over the feeling of the material. “i know it’s opening night, but i think these couches have already seen some things.” king tilted his head to the side, talking to no one in particular.

[playerlilith]

Player: Lilith Location: Floor 52, Seven’s Grand Opening

Lilith initially had no intention on accepting the invitation. Nightclubs were far from her chosen battleground - she preferred soaring ceilings and marbled floors to neon lights and sticky linoleum. Her choice of armour was quite unlike her as well - a small black number that left little to the imagination. She could imagine her mother’s disapproval and that alone put a smile on her face.

After selecting a strategic position at the bar, Lilith took a slow slip of her drink, letting her gaze wander over the sea of shadowed faces when she felt a small tap on her shoulder. 

“Yes, darling?” 

[loginreaper]

god, she missed this. the beat of the music. the bodies. the drinks. she felt better than she had in ages, just being able to let loose and be herself. no worrying about the guild - which had made her late to the party, as usual - or someone trying to kill her. no worrying about the game or leveling anything up. no, tonight she could just be selena. the old selena - not reaper. 

she’d gone all out on her outfit. her dress was pure black with a deep v-neck plunge, and the bottom was essentially just the short bottom of the body suit with a sheer, sequined skirt overlay that almost reached the floor. she’d gotten it custom made as soon as she heard about the event. even then, reaper had known she was going to go all-out on this. this was her jam. 

because of her tardiness, reaper wanted to be sure to catch up with the rest of the players. that meant it was time to head to the bar and order the strongest thing. “god, i missed this kind of stuff. if it weren’t for the whole die-here-die-in-real-life thing, this place wouldn’t be so bad to be stuck in.” she sighed and knocked back two shots. “you’d think they wouldn’t have cheap liquor in a game of all places.”

[playerstarlight]

player : starlight. floor : 52, the seven nightclub.

in what is actually in another world, this scenery might be something that she would enjoy out in the real world. okay, who was she kidding? she definitely had gone to a few nightclubs with some friends and a fake id. but that felt like a completely different person, another time period in her life that seems just so far away and yet she longs for. which is exactly why she usually avoids places like this, besides all of this felt like avoidance. avoiding problems, avoiding looking for this level’s boss, avoiding returning home. 

at least she has a drink in hand, though it certainly wasn’t the kind that she would have had before -- this was far too bland, almost no flavor at all. so much for this nightclub serving anything good. starlight lingered towards the back of this party, where she’s really been floating around unless it was to grab a drink at the bar. 

and the moment someone even started to look her way, starlight pointed up. “ music’s too loud. can’t hear. sorry. ” anything to get out of a conversation.

[userminerva-blog]

LOCATION: the seven. floor 52

perhaps she did have a bit of a problem. any opportunity to lose herself in alcohol was greedily taken at the first chance she got. not that she was too concerned about it, evidently, as she slipped slender fingers around a fresh glass of whiskey and settled into a booth. sweat glistening off her forehead from the past few hours spent dancing. the club reminded her of home, if she was being honest with herself. reykjavik, while small, had a famously boisterous nightlife. it was easy to forget that she was trapped when she moved with the writhing crowd on the dancefloor, was easy to forget that she was alone when she was surrounded by deafening sound. it was, ironically, the most peaceful she had been in the past two years. eyes lift to the body lingering in front of her table, inspecting them over the brim of her glass, before setting it down on the surface. smacking the seat beside her with her hand, gesturing for them to join her. “seat’s open, if you want.”