Nightclub

[vitamin_kitten]

Terran stared down at the tater tots on her tray, idly pushing them around with her fork. Her friend, Jordin, could tell by the way Terran pressed her lips together, that there was something on her mind, something she desperately wanted to share.

"Well?" Jordin prompted, reaching across the table and plucking a tater tot from her friend's tray. "Out with it."

Terran glanced up and, without saying a word, shook her head. There was something akin to fear in her gray eyes, Jordin noticed.

"What's wrong?" Jordin pressed.

"I can't ... I can't say," Terran replied, knitting her brows together.

"Oh, come on. Yes you can. We've been friends since, like, birth. You can tell me anything."

"Not ... not this," Terran protested. "I can't tell you this."

"Says who?"

Again, Terran pressed her lips together.

"You gonna die if you tell me?" Jordin asked, attempting to mask her concern with a carefree smile.

"Well ..."

"Well?"

Terran hesitated.

"I'm not ... sure." She continued to push her food around her tray. "I was just- she just said not to tell anyone."

"Who?"

" ... Lillith."

"Who?"

"The lady. In my dream." Terran shrugged. "She said I couldn't tell. She said I wouldn't wanna find out what happened to people who told secrets that didn't belong to them."

"A lady in your dream told you not to tell me? Tell me what? What you dreamed about?"

Again, Terran shook her head.

"I don't think it was a dream, Jordin. It didn't ... feel like a dream. It was ... so clear."

"What happened?"

"Nothing," Terran answered with a shrug. "We talked. Drank a little."

"Like ... alcohol?"

"Maybe?" There was a thoughtful pause. "It was a pretty cool place. I felt like the prettiest one there." A small smile finally touched Terran's lips. "But I- I probably shouldn't say anything else about it. I've probably already said too much."

Having succeeded at finally ending their conversation on Terran's bizarre dream, the two of them proceeded to discuss other things, like the next period's homework that both them had managed to skillfully avoid doing, and the rest of the day carried on as usual.

The next morning, every news station carried the same report: 17-year-old Terran Andrews had been found dead in her bedroom, her body split wide open from chin to pelvic bone, her insides smoldering as if fire had been set to them. Her mother, who hadn't ceased screaming, declined to comment.

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There exists a nightclub that can only be visited in the night, through your dreams. A young woman whose appearance always seems to shift leads you there the first time, explains the rules, the most important of which is that you not tell any other soul of the place, and urges you to come back again the next night. She sends you off with a playful kiss on the cheek, or a light giggle, and always, always an enigmatic smile the makes her hard to refuse anything. And you go back. Night after night. Drawn in by the pulsing music that seems to control the bodies on the dancefloor as if they were nothing more than writhing puppets, by the attention of this mysterious and powerfully beautiful woman, and by the fact that in this place you have the physique and appearance you'd always dreamed of.

But what of those who lurk in the shadows at the nightclub? The ones who wait quietly by Lillith's side, just beyond the dancing bodies. The ones with scars that stretch from their chin straight down beneath their clothes. Their eyes are watching, sad, hungry.

They seem of no consequence in comparison to being, doing, and having whatever you want in the nightclub.

[Essa]

This sounds, amazingly interesting. I love idea of going somewhere through your dreams, and not being able to tell a soul.

Very, intriguing. I'm most definitely interested.

[vitamin_kitten]

Sweet~~~ anyone else?

[vitamin_kitten]

I'm bumping this topic up because of a lack of interest before. I'd still like to do this, if anyone is interested.

[HawktheThird]

Sounds kinda surreal, and interesting. Can I get a little more detail?

[vitamin_kitten]

Essentially, people are "invited" into this club -- really, they just show up there one night while sleeping. There's music and food and drinks, though most of the other people seem more like empty shells of people than actual people. When a person arrives at the club, they realize they suddenly have the body and appearance they have always wanted -- they're their ideal self. At the center of it all is Lillith, a mysterious and beautiful woman who all but threatens her invitees to keep her and her club a secret. The club has no physical entrance or location -- one can only go there in their dreams.

There are a few catches and some other details, but I prefer to reveal those in game.

[HawktheThird]

Alright, cool. I'm down

[vitamin_kitten]

Sweet. I want to get at least one more definite yes before making an OOC and IC thread.

[Ethereal]

Dream World escapades eh? But I really do like the idea of having to dream about a night club every time the character goes to sleep. Not to mention Lilith and her henchmen has caught my interest. I'm fueled and ready to go.

[vitamin_kitten]

Excellent. I'll start an OOC and IC either tonight or tomorrow (most likely tomorrow since I'm working this evening). Can't wait to get started!

[W. R. Prescott]

I'd be pretty interested Are the 'servants' of Lilith avaliable for play as well?

[vitamin_kitten]

That you'll have to wait and see about. >3 They might be, and they might not be. That's one of the things I want to reveal in game.

[vitamin_kitten]

I have created the OOC thread for the RP. It can be found here. I'm about to get started on an IC thread/intro post, but I may not get it finished before I have to leave for work (in 15 minutes). Please direct any questions or comments to me via PM or in the OOC thread, and I will address them when I get the chance.

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