Conscientia

[gamemakers]

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

Comments

[setfires]

"You shouldn't. Your mentor should. Unless you think it would be a good idea for you to go?"

[polyturtle]

"...Well..." Don thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Probably my mentor should, then. I just have to catch her when she's not busy."

[setfires]

"Does she give you the impression of being too busy for you?"

[polyturtle]

"Well, it's..." Don though for a moment. "A little. But I don't think she's doing it purposefully."

[setfires]

"She should be working to make that shell of yours a fashion statement," Cinna commented lightly. He generally didn't like to comment about other Stylists, but he felt like this was a missed chance. "Children should be looking to get their own built into their clothing. Maybe you should bring that up to her?"