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.

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[gruesome]

Some spread a hand, long-fingered and spidery, on his own chest. "This is my own form. But every time I died in Bete Noire, it would switch, between this and something... almost human. Close enough it even smelled like it. I hated it."

[itsananimalthing]

"Guess they didn't like you lookin' so different," Riddick chuckled, trying to imagine the grue as anything other than what he was now. "They cut down on the number of legs, then, I guess?"

[gruesome]

He laughed uneasily. "Legs, arms, mouths, eyes... I felt cut in half, though of course, I was a whole thing. Just not a whole grue."