Gathering: Halloween Gala

[concierge]

A large, decorative sign situated prominantly in the lobby reads:

The Nexus Hotel
proudly presents its
ANNUAL HALLOWEEN GALA

Formal Reception
Nexus Dining Hall
6 PM - Midnight

Monster Mixer
Nexus Basement
8 PM - 2 AM

Masquerade attire recommended for all guests

Most of the chairs have been removed from the Dining Hall to allow for ballroom-style dancing to the orchestra set up on the far end of the room. A polished cherry wood open bar is aligned along one wall. The adjacent Bistro is open for the duration of the formal reception, serving gourmet hors d'oeuvres.

Downstairs, the basement's largest storeroom has been converted into a spooky nightclub, complete with DJ, dance floor and cocktails.

Comments

[legendthatwas]

"You've been living in the time with them," pointed out Martha, but only gently--she wasn't much fussed by this, to be honest, not being recognised by everyone. "I'm glad you like the outfit, though. Effective?"

[trulyoracular]

"Very," he praises with a lascivious grin. "I should buy you a drink to celebrate the way you're pulling your costume off," he offers, giving her a wink and a gesture towards the counter.

[legendthatwas]

"Oh, I'm leaving it on," Martha said with a wink of her own, deliberately misunderstanding. "But I'll accept a drink, that's for sure. Particularly from the kraken of the Nexus hotel."

[trulyoracular]

Olaf taps his nose with an elongated purple limb, grateful that she's said exactly that. "This way, my lady," he offers, always intent on giving the woman a good time and a good drink. "Can I interest you in some of the personal cookies I've baked for the occasion?"

[legendthatwas]

Olaf looked seriously, seriously ridiculous, but fortunately Martha was good at handling that kind of situation, even with someone who wanted to buy her a drink. "Would these be special cookies?" she asked with a careful sidelong glance at him.

[trulyoracular]

"Are there any other kind?" he asks with the sort of boyish innocence that ought to give a person faith in him, even though he absolutely deserves none of it.

[legendthatwas]

"Uh, yes," said Martha, sceptically. "Normal people cookies that don't have weed in them. Unfortunately I have to decline." Random drug tests at work were all just part of the job, and in her profession, didn't seem entirely like a bad idea.