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]

"Do you like it?" Olaf brags, flopping some of the arms around as he turns and gives April a pleased look at how very well he's always pulled this one off. He's a bit wary of her costume, an unwelcome chill in his blood. "You're a hunter," he says, some of the goodwill gone.

[kuno_ichi]

Mouth open to reply, April hesitated at the shift in Olaf's tone. She looked quickly down to her costume and then back up again.

"Not really? I'm Katniss Everdeen, from the Hunger Games," she explained. "I guess she hunts squirrels and things, but that's just so her family can eat."

[trulyoracular]

It's the braid, he thinks. Natalie had a braid like that, but she also had strict morals, a divine sense of justice, and a crossbow. April is definitely lacking some of that. It's like a switch has suddenly gone off and suddenly Olaf is back to being his normal, cheerful self. "Well, in that case, if I ever need a good squirrel recipe, I'll keep you and her in mind."

[kuno_ichi]

"Her more than me," April replied, relieved that whatever hiccup her costume had caused was apparently past. "I don't think I could stand shooting a defenseless animal like that, even if I knew how to use this thing," she added with a motion of the bow strapped to her back.

"You're an octopus, right?"

[trulyoracular]

"Incorrect," Olaf says, but it's with a warm smile now that they've put their differences between them. "I'm a kraken, from old mythology. And you don't want to wake the kraken," he warns, gesturing one abnormally large sucker around for emphasis.