You did it! Yes, we have reached the payment threashold for the annual domain name fee. As always, thank you to those of you who donated. I never think to have you put on your character names on the donation form somewhere so I could list you here, but you know who you are. Anyhow, thanks again! And Happy Palla Grande... er... I mean, Halloween!This proud Victorian-style manor stands in the city's residential area. No one knows it's exact location as the manor seems to find those it deems worthy of entry rather than the other way around. Past the wrought metal gates a stone path threads its way up to the wooden porch and the house's main door. A sign reads "Infinity Club: Members Only". On the gate itself, a "Wet Paint" sign "coincidentally" turns aside those with only casual interest in the structure. Stepping inside brings one into the mansion's entry hall, which has been converted into a small club. A scattering of tables, chairs and couches offer places to relax and talk, while a well-stocked bar, a jukebox and a dartboard offer other distractions. Beyond them all a number of warded doorways and staircases lead deeper into the manor proper. (Tradition Magi and Allies only)
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Luke (Custos): *He does a quick warmup riff -- his fingers are not long pianist's fingers, but they're nimble -- and glances at the tablet. Then back to the keys. He sets his hands, and begins to play. Not surprisingly, for those that know him, it's a John Lennon tune, 'Imagine'*
Luke (Custos): *After a few seconds, he lets his voice join in. It's a light, baritone, deeper than a tenor but well above a bass, and flowing like warmed honey. It embodies the melancholy hope of the song* "Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try....no hell below us, aAbove us only sky. Imagine all the people...living for today... Aha-ah..."
Luke (Custos): *His eyes remain on the program, though, even as he sings, letting his fingers follow the indicated keys*
Luke (Custos): Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for...and no religion, too. Imagine all the people, living life in peace... You..." *He stumbles a note, on the keyboard, but quickly corrects, eyes going to his hands momentarily to be sure they're on the right keys, then switching gaze back to the tablet* "You may say I'm a dreamer....but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one..."
Luke (Custos): OOC: For the curious, this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbybB9Cayvk
Luke (Custos): "Imagine no possessions. I wonder if you can? No need for greed or hunger....a brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people...sharing all the world... You..."
Luke (Custos): "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us...and the world will live as one." *He finishes the song, and lets the last note die away. He leans to gaze at the tablet, and the next song upcoming on the program. He nods to himself and reaches to pause it. He'll save that one for next time*
Luke (Custos): *He slides from the bench, taking his tablet with him, and picks up his juice glass on his way back to the kitchen, to wash the glass and put it away*
Luke (Custos): *Then he emerges , to pad back for the guest wing, tablet held in hand* *GONE*
: "It would seem we are to suffer an apocalypse of cockatoos...Morose, barbaric children playing joylessly with their unfathomable toys. Where comes this dullness in your eyes? How has your Century numbed you so? Shall Man be given marvels only when he is beyond all wonder?" -From Hell
: (("People who post vague shit in a busy room anonymously are assholes who need to get a life." -Me))
Nick Farrell -Cultist-: *He walks through from the garden door, hacking slightly. It clearly smells like he's been smoking, and looks like perhaps he got something a little too strong. It doesn't seem to QUITE matter as he goes for the fridge. A beer to clear the throat.*
Nick Farrell -Cultist-: *And then. the munchies hit. It's a strong, powerful feeling. Fortunately, he's creative, and he likes to cook. AND he got a roast. Mmmmh, spicy pot roast. He starts throwing things together dazedly.*
Nick Farrell -Cultist-: *It is starting to smell incredible in the kitchen. Potatoes and mushrooms and carrots almost turning into a stew as he plays with it.*
Nick Farrell -Cultist-: *A little spicy. A few peppers. One can't cook WITHOUT peppers, it seems.*
: ((Ah yes super busy))
: ((Yeah, it's like it's the week before a holiday or something! Asshole.))
: ((Now, if you want to be an ADULT about this instead of a sixteen year old refused the car for the weekend by his mommy, then you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, or add me on skype. And we can talk about why you keep sniping at an empty room and attempt to rectify this before you ruin game for more people, and not just me. But if you keep this up? I'll contact the site owner and make sure your ISP gets blocked for good.))
TheJaer OOC: ((*Claps*))
[OOC Lurker]: -claps in agreement-