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Lestat's no stranger to a going away party. It had been only a year ago that he was hosting another one, though he's aware of the difference in nuance this time around. The Mardi Gras party in New Orleans had been a bittersweet goodbye, destined to end poorly one way or another. But this one has a hint of optimism. The beginning of something new, moving toward having, finally having the ability to choose for himself how his life should be.
It's a foreign but not unwelcome feeling.
But of course, it's not something that can happen quietly. Lestat would be remiss to not leave a lasting impression of some kind, so the Enclosure's been decorated with a gothic elegance. There are dark flowers and candles, pops of gold and silver, dark and lush and befitting of the vampire stereotype that Lestat finds amusing. Naturally there's food and drink supplied for those who feel inclined towards it, a large space for dancing (though the music leans more towards string quartet than what the general populace may be used to), and plenty of room to mingle.
It's a foreign but not unwelcome feeling.
But of course, it's not something that can happen quietly. Lestat would be remiss to not leave a lasting impression of some kind, so the Enclosure's been decorated with a gothic elegance. There are dark flowers and candles, pops of gold and silver, dark and lush and befitting of the vampire stereotype that Lestat finds amusing. Naturally there's food and drink supplied for those who feel inclined towards it, a large space for dancing (though the music leans more towards string quartet than what the general populace may be used to), and plenty of room to mingle.