video: UN: hotgoss

[bebest]

WHO: Zulius and you!
WHERE: The Vogue Theatre
WHEN: 27th December
WHAT: A glamorous landmark is returned from the dead! + Vogue mingle!!
WARNINGS: None right now!

[The video feed pops on to Zulius' grinning face.]

Heeeeeeeey all you lovely people, guess WHAT? HAH- no I'm not gonna actually make you guess!

[He turns the camera around to show off The Vogue's bar while prancing off into the lobby too. The last time he'd done a video post, it was to show the damage the Yokai did to the place in November, but now it's back to its former glory. It's back to the usual gold trim, the santa centaurs hanging around the lobby- finally seasonally appropriate. The carousel horse is back behind the bar- and you can barely tell it was beheaded at all! The benefactor of that particular kindness is also the reason the lobby now has a pretty fancy oil painting of a ballerina in the lobby. The video might linger on that for a little longer to show it off (and because Zulius is still feeling pretty damn gay about it) before it carries on the grand tour of the rest of the space.]

LOOK at my baby!!! She's beautiful again!! Like Cinderella at the BALL! Thanks to some serious hard work and the help of a very generous person who lent me access to his people to keep things running smoothly (but who probably wants to remain anonymous because god forbid anyone finds out he's got a heart), we're back to being fully functioning again! Just in time for New Year!! Isn't it GREAT?!

So we've got a little get-together here, moooostly for the staff, but if anyone on the app wants to show up, we're not gonna kick you out- come CELebrate with us! We've got booze flowing again and Ruthie baked, like, a whole bake sale worth of baked goods for everyone. If you've never tried her Babka, you haven't lived. So come on by so we can show the old girl how much we've missed her and how GLAD we are to have her back. The Theatre. Not Ruthie. She's going nowhere.

[For those who want to come and pay The Vogue a visit, they will find the place festooned with holidays lights because it's STILL December and Zulius will be damned if he's going to miss out on the last vestiges of the holiday in his beloved theatre. Music blares out of the speakers- I Will Survive comes up MORE than once. As promised, there's plenty of booze and SO MANY CAKES AND COOKIES sitting on the bar, waiting to be eaten. Their resident grandma will feed them to you, you will have no choice. The place has finally had the dark cloud lifted from it after the last month, and Zulius, life of the party that he is, will bounce between everyone to say hi at least once. ]

Comments

voice | un: blackbirdtarot

[drewthetower]

Was it Vittore? It was Vittore, wasn't it?

[bebest]

Who gave me people? Nah, he's not guilty for that one. He DID fix up the horse and give me the nice painting though.

text; un: AUO; sent directly to Zulius' phone

[throwmoreswords]

Shut. ♡

Remember dear. Money talks, wealth whispers, and I'm going to do whatever's funniest in the moment--which simply isn't to detract from your moment of glory. She looks as wonderful as she should. Your taste remains, as ever, impeccable. Congratulations.

private forever

[bebest]

I shall not ♡

If you say so~ I'm gonna be nice and keep your secret for you- but seriously, SUPER grateful for it. And thank you!!! You are TOTALLY correct about me and my taste! I'm so glad she's back to herself- sure the theatre could run without a bar and a lobby, but it wasn't the same. It's like regrowing a limb.

Action!

[crisantemo]

[ And here's one of the staff; one of the newest singers who... decides she wants to try to be helpful, since still fresh-faced and still a little nervous. A lot nervous. It's been a while since she did any sort of work outside the Order, okay. And also she doesn't believe in sitting still.

Mostly she can be seen bustling about, either helping Ruthie with anything (or listening to her rambles with a look that has faint hints of confusion is she a witch-) or helping with any quick clean up here and there. She does at least have a glass of wine in hand, but either she's not drinking it or she is and apparently just can't get drunk.

... She will still be helping herself to all that food though. Part of helping out is making sure none of it goes to waste, right? Right. Especially the Babka, Zulius was right about the Babka and she may need to be deterred from consuming the majority of it. ]

[bebest]

[Zulius has definitely noticed Lapis bustling about, not really settling and being far more helpful than she strictly needs to be. He notices. He sees. So, eventually, he's gonna come over, a glass of Prosseco in his hand and a smile on his face.]

Hey there you. How're you settling in? [He raises one eyebrow.] You do know you don't have to do anything but have a good time, right? Relax, it's a party I'm not gonna like, shanghai you if you don't clean up a spilt drink or anything. It's okay to let loose a little, promise.

[hoshikiri]

[how do you do fellow wall-flower workaholic?

Takame was given a task! A quest! Talk to the new people Zulius hired here at the Vogue!! And by the kami he will do it. Noticing her also trying to work, Takame will approach her quietly.]

Excuse me. [He'd at least announce himself as he's realizing that yes his quiet footsteps and imposing height could startle someone and he didn't want that, Black Order or no. That said, his voice and general composure were far from party-worthy.]

You are... Lapis, correct?

action; 1/2

[soulreleaser]

[ HE'S GOING ON WALKIES ]

action; 2/2

[soulreleaser]

[ as good as flopping on the floor and reading manga all day long next to the heater is, the idea of going out and to somewhere is an intriguing prospect. the cold might make him a touch drowsy in the lizard part of his bones, but whatever a Vogue is poses such a tempting prospect that Veldora simply must go!

and so he goes, towering in Rose's wake, taking in the spectacle of the Vogue's new and improved interior with wide eyes and mouth agape. there is so much here. he wonders, briefly, if the Western cities had ever had something so grand, so glorious--had it been a church dedicated to Luminous, perhaps? nothing Rimuru had yet conceived of even began to rate on the same scale as bright, wonderful decor laid before him, a fact that he will pay testament to in excited gasps and intense examinations, as if he's a ten year old loose at the glitteriest museum of the arts and the concept of beauty for its sake has just come down upon him for the first time in his lifespan.

he's going to eat so much food and be so Loud. grandma can feed him for days. when he arrives, he's wearing a nice, warm overcoat that Rose provided, but the minute he's left to his own devices the coat is getting hung somewhere and Veldora is straight up just wearing his usual getup, tits out like he's being paid premium. ]

action

[fiddlestick]

[Oh you better believe Elliot's come to the party. He's thrilled to see the theater back to it's former glory. He's helping out Ruthie where he can, but he's also down with socializing with everyone at the party- asking them about their holidays, talking about the latest gossip- the works.

And of course once he's had a bit of liquid courage, he can be found over by those speakers.... and he sure is tweaking the sound system to try to improve it even though it's perfectly fine. What are you doing Elliot. ]

[bebest]

[Zulius is largely here to make sure Elliot doesn't electrocute himself. That would be a real bummer end to the party. Can you heal yourself from electrocution, Elliot? CAN you? He's gonna lean on a nearby wall, watching this with his arms crossed. ]

You trying to get into a fight with Cynthia today? You know she gonna get antsy if she sees you touching the equipment and there's, like, only so much I can do to save you.

[lowestclass]

[ what is he doing indeed? while jinwoo's more an actor than he is a musician, there's been more than one point where he's watched tech-savvy people dealing with equipment. he's... gonna cast his boss' partner with a raised eyebrow, and then a little. Clearing of his throat. ]

Did you need another drink, Elliot-ssi? You look like you're hard at work, there.

Action

[not_a_possum]

[Moxxie's there. Of course Moxxie's there, he literally lives there, and he can be found on one of the counters, sipping wine and eating cookies. If a song he particularly likes comes on, he might be seen singing or dancing to it, particularly as he gets more drunk as the night goes on.]

[bebest]

[Of course Zulius checks in on Moxxie- of course he does! He's also keeping a quiet eye on his buddy because he knows Moxxie sometimes forgets his alcohol tolerance is not the same as it was when he was a human now he's in a tiny imp body. He doesn't want a repeat of Pride, thanks. ]

Yoouuu having a good time, buddy?

action

[hoshikiri]

[Takame had this problem. The problem was called he will try to do work even when he didn't need to because he wanted to make sure everything was okay. With how bad the bar got as well he was extra vigilant to make sure nothing got damaged again. He felt bad that he couldn't stop what happened at the time, but he was just one man.

If not working though Takame can eventually be convinced to sit down and have a drink and snack or two. Also recognizing the song he could be heard humming along to it because you don't really forget the thing you kinda improved at a drag contest a few months back.

If you pay close attention his tail is also swishing to it.]

[bebest]

[Zuulius is starting to realise he's hired a lot of workaholics and maybe getting any of them to freaking relax for even two seconds is gonna be a lot harder than filling them up with cake and telling them to take a breather. He's definitely gonna come over and peer at Takame while he was trying to do work. ]

Hey, Takame. Sweetie, Honey, Dearest Employee...watch doin'? Cause it looks suspiciously like working and I'm suuuure you wouldn't be doing that while you're supposed to be relaxing and having a good time, right?

[jackdawvision]

[Edward's trying to sneak back to the bar now that he's sure Zulius isn't watching, a bottle of rum halfway out of his bag, but. Welp, looks like Takame's working, so Edward sighs gustily (and loudly, on purpose) and just slides up next to him.]

Mate, the bar won't collapse if you take your eyes off it for a second. [No but it will gain an extra bottle of questionable alcohol.] Haven't you tried Ruthie's cookies yet?

action

[jackdawvision]

[Hey, look who's turned up in this little number! Edward already went to the masquerade ball in a more piratical costume, so for this he's dressing down a little more so the other Vogue workers don't tease him for not letting up on the pirate aesthetic. See, he can let up on it, a little bit. Ignore the tricorn hat with the feathers sticking out of it.

He can be seen at the bar, when everyone else is busy, just sort of sidling gently up to it. Then he very discreetly puts a rather old-looking bottle up on the shelf before he scampers off, clearly pleased with himself. If one were to look closer, one might notice that there's some sort of chunks floating in that bottle, and surmise that Edward has still, somehow, not run out of the questionable rum.

That done, he'll mingle pleasantly about, chatting up people and snacking on Ruthie's food. At some point he'll spot someone hanging out on the outskirts and just come closer, and nod to one of the Santa centaurs.]

I'm still not sure why the big, fat jolly fellow in red is so popular. Never heard about him growing up.

[bebest]

[He saw that, Edward. He saw that from ACROSS THE ROOM. He SAW. He might be approving of the getup his friend is wearing right now, but he shall not stand for this sacrilege. The screech comes from near the door to the bar. ]

EDWARD KENWAY I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING!! I CAN SEE THE CHUNKS THAT ARE FLOATING IN IT, EDWARD!! IF THE FDA COME AFTER ME, SO HELP ME!!

[fionnuisce]

Current tradition comes from roughly the 1800s back in England. So you might have missed that one.

[casually drinking his not-at-all-chunky drink]

Zulius is going to beat you to death with a stocking full of coal when he notices that bottle, by the way.

Action!

[poisontippedcure]

[The Vogue is back, and that means Rose is too! Sure, she's had a rough year. Sure, she got tortured and also might have died protecting a friend, but she's better now!]

[And what better way to celebrate her (and the Vogue) being better than a party. Rose is more than happy to help herself to the refreshments. She's also more than happy to help herself to Ruthie's baked goods. Her house himbo is here somewhere, probably, it's nothing to worry about. It's fine.]

[At least she isn't drinking The Rum.]

[bebest]

[It's been a shitty ass few months for Rose and Zulius is delighted to see her having a good time, she deserves the chance to unwind! He'll wander over with a drink for her, it's bright and has a cocktail umbrella in it. ]

Hey there Rosey! [He offers the drink over to her.] You enjoying the party?

action!

[kowase]

[ He doesn't Mingle. He doesn't go to Parties. He's a Wallflower At Best and --
While he came to the Vogue for moral support because he had to, he's doing his absolute best to try to look invisible in a place that. Is impossible to look invisible at.
He can't even hide at the bar because a certain Blonde Haired Idiot is spending way too much time around it, so he's taken up residence at one of the tables Zulius set up and it's definitely not in the darkest corner he could find.

He IS cleverly trying to hide behind some sort of layered cake though, but being over six feet tall, well. Inevitably, when he's spotted by one of Vogue's visitors or the Zebra himself, he'll sigh in the most put-upon way. ]

The contractors Gilgamesh hired did a fantastic job, at least. I had partway worried it would remain a little scarred after all that damage.

[not here]

[throwmoreswords]

[ he's gonna let the duck have free roam of the house again, asshole. ]

Action

[bbbrightside]

[There's still a lot Ruby needs to learn about this city. Might as well go where the people are!! She wants to see, wants to see them dancing...!

Okay, maybe not dancing, but a re-opened theater sounds like a really cool place to be. So here she is, making her way through the throng of taller folk, looking for... hm. It's hard to say what she's looking for. Because she's not sure. She's here to mingle, really. Ever the social butterfly. Even if it might look a little strange that there's a kid wandering around all on her own.

She got a cookie at some point. It's fine.]

Amazing...!

[bebest]

[Zulius never really knows what to do with kids. This is out of his remit, so largely he's been keeping an eye that she doesn't wander too close to the bar while also quietly eyeballing around for a parent-slash-parental-figure. There don't seem to be any, though, and he figures he'd better...check. Just to be safe.

He'll wander over with a small wave of his hand. ]

Heeeeey, tiny person. You're...new? Maybe? Pretty sure I haven't seen you around and I know literally everyone.