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

[trulyoracular]

Olaf raises one purple be-krakened arm and gestures to Nick. "Artemis," he echoes. "Not a Norse goddess," he says, given that while he only knows what he does via weird oracle powers, he has read one or two books in his long time alive.

[malachai]

"No, she's Greek. Goddess of the Hunt, among other things. If a human summons her at the moment of death, cries out for vengeance, she hears the call and appears. For the price of your soul, the bargain is struck. Wulf summoned her, she granted his request, and he's spent the past 1200 years or so working as a Hunter."

The fondness when he spoke about Artemis was clear in every word he spoke.

[trulyoracular]

"Okay," Olaf says, sure that the gods are definitely capricious bastards, but not sure what this has to do with his specific pantheon. "Where do the Norse gods come into Wulf's little immortal mind?"