Lux Opening [OPEN]

[apostatises]

Who: YOU. This is an OPEN log, heck yeah.
What: Lux's Grand Opening
When: Day 69, all night
Where: Lux, in the Baldr District
Rating: PG-13 to be safe—If the rating goes up in a thread, please let me know!

Welcome to Lux —

It's been under construction for about a month, and anyone in the Baldr district (or who just liked to wander) surely would have noticed the bar's construction. It was only a few days ago that the sign was finally put up—Lux.

Maybe you saw the owner's post on the network and decided to come see. Or maybe you were just walking past and was curious about the crowd of people who had gathered. Regardless, you'll be welcomed into a ritzy bar and lounge. There are some locals mingling about, and jazz is drifting through the air, since the owner is currently playing.

Should you decide to stay, you'll find that the drinks and food are very generously half price for grand opening. Or, if that's not to your taste, then surely the music and crowd will make up for it.

Welcome to Lux, the bar owned by the Devil himself.

quick jump to threads

outside lux ☄ around the bar ☄ general mingling ☄ by the stage ☄ speak with the owner

Comments

[zothiquekey]

To serve my purpose. To carry out my master's will.

[Master. There are a number of ways that word could be interpreted, but she uses it without hesitation. It's the most fitting term that she can think of, as she is his tool. She doesn't know what this young man is going on about—ghosts and nonexistence, what nonsense. She decides that she rather dislikes that placid look in his eyes, yet she answers him all the same.

She looks at his hand curved above the candle, dangling precariously close to the alluring heat.]

Your hand.

[uglyinside]

It will be fine. [ He turns his hand over, his other hand gripping the lighter that he used to ignite the flame earlier. He allows the heat to lick at his knuckles as he presses the lighter to his palm, closing his fist over it and allowing it to "click", capturing the gas within. He watches the beginnings of his own trick with a bored look. A juvenile tactic that bored boys at the orphanage he resided at used to do. ]

Is that your reason for being?

[zothiquekey]

Yes. [This is not the usual conversation one would have with a total stranger. She doesn't even know his name, and his questions are unsettlingly persistent, yet he looks on apathetically at the flames burning brighter, almost touching his own hand. What is he trying? A parlor trick? If there's a serious risk of burn, if his hand hovers close enough, she might interfere. Might.

While occupied, the blade of the knife digs into the pads of her stilled fingers, and she glances momentarily down to begin her rhythmic movements once more. Even though no one will praise her for it, it's a pattern she feels compelled to finish.]