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video; @The Seventh Crown of the Seventh Demon King;
[ In media res: there's a video feed sharpening into focus, blobs of silver and pink and purple neon resolving into a staircase leading down to a metal door gleaming clean under the artificial lighting around it. Midnight's standing at the door, looking up at the camera and the person filming with his phone, grinning one of his worryingly unhinged grins. ]
How is it, Kaveh? I'd ask you for my best angle, if I had any bad angles.
[ This conversation does... persist... but as the video continues, it becomes perfectly clear that this terribly disorganized promotion is for a bar of some sort. Midnight makes it clear later when he reclaims the camera, hops onto the bar, and aligns himself in the frame in a way that lights both his face and the sign behind him, a rose-lit confection announcing the name of the bar: Seventh Hell Host Club. ]
That's where we are. Do you see that? My name is Midnight, and this is my host club, Seventh Hell. We're near the southernmost station on Line 1. Kaveh and I have been working terribly hard on this establishment, and all of you have his genius and design sense to thank for this momentous occasion. Please do thank him personally. Make a great fuss about it. Remind him that sleep is a temporary state that he should indulge in more often, preferably with me. Thank you.
[ Kaveh is definitely taking the phone at this point, but later on, Midnight will retrieve it and add a postscript. He is sitting in some sort of underground greenhouse this time, surrounded by mist, glass, flowers, and the glow of sun-tinted halogen lights. Regardless of the promo quality, the greenhouse itself is certainly an impressive feat of engineering. ]
Yes, this is one of several themed rooms here at Seventh Hell. You — yes, you — are personally invited to see it. When? Well, whenever you like, so long as the doors are open, but on the 31st of this month... Ahem.
[ He clears his throat, grins. ]
For the turn of the year, you are cordially invited to Seventh Hell's Grand Opening and New Year's Eve joint celebration. Or something like that, I'll come up with a grander name if necessary. There will be drinks, music, a tour of the premises, games, untold bliss, fantasies, beautiful women, beautiful men, myself among them, possibly fireworks if Kaveh can be convinced that I won't set the place ablaze... You won't want to miss out, I promise.
The doors will open at 6 pm, but come by anytime before then, from now until the New Year, if you'd like to enjoy the premises in relative solitude. Send a message to this account if you'd like to be assured of a bartender, or a friendly face to speak to. If I can't come personally, a host or hostess will be there, ready to welcome you to a night of merriment and pleasant conversation.
So, until then... Seventh Hell awaits you.
[ A wink, and the feed shuts off. ]
[ ooc: Along with normal network replies, current host club employees and staff are welcome and encouraged to reply to this post as though Midnight's included them in an impromptu promotion for the club! You can also use this post for post-promo, off camera conversations with him or anyone else in the host club. Go stupid, go wild, go crazy, threadjack, steal his phone and flush it down a toilet. Honestly, the sky is the limit. ]
How is it, Kaveh? I'd ask you for my best angle, if I had any bad angles.
[ This conversation does... persist... but as the video continues, it becomes perfectly clear that this terribly disorganized promotion is for a bar of some sort. Midnight makes it clear later when he reclaims the camera, hops onto the bar, and aligns himself in the frame in a way that lights both his face and the sign behind him, a rose-lit confection announcing the name of the bar: Seventh Hell Host Club. ]
That's where we are. Do you see that? My name is Midnight, and this is my host club, Seventh Hell. We're near the southernmost station on Line 1. Kaveh and I have been working terribly hard on this establishment, and all of you have his genius and design sense to thank for this momentous occasion. Please do thank him personally. Make a great fuss about it. Remind him that sleep is a temporary state that he should indulge in more often, preferably with me. Thank you.
[ Kaveh is definitely taking the phone at this point, but later on, Midnight will retrieve it and add a postscript. He is sitting in some sort of underground greenhouse this time, surrounded by mist, glass, flowers, and the glow of sun-tinted halogen lights. Regardless of the promo quality, the greenhouse itself is certainly an impressive feat of engineering. ]
Yes, this is one of several themed rooms here at Seventh Hell. You — yes, you — are personally invited to see it. When? Well, whenever you like, so long as the doors are open, but on the 31st of this month... Ahem.
[ He clears his throat, grins. ]
For the turn of the year, you are cordially invited to Seventh Hell's Grand Opening and New Year's Eve joint celebration. Or something like that, I'll come up with a grander name if necessary. There will be drinks, music, a tour of the premises, games, untold bliss, fantasies, beautiful women, beautiful men, myself among them, possibly fireworks if Kaveh can be convinced that I won't set the place ablaze... You won't want to miss out, I promise.
The doors will open at 6 pm, but come by anytime before then, from now until the New Year, if you'd like to enjoy the premises in relative solitude. Send a message to this account if you'd like to be assured of a bartender, or a friendly face to speak to. If I can't come personally, a host or hostess will be there, ready to welcome you to a night of merriment and pleasant conversation.
So, until then... Seventh Hell awaits you.
[ A wink, and the feed shuts off. ]
[ ooc: Along with normal network replies, current host club employees and staff are welcome and encouraged to reply to this post as though Midnight's included them in an impromptu promotion for the club! You can also use this post for post-promo, off camera conversations with him or anyone else in the host club. Go stupid, go wild, go crazy, threadjack, steal his phone and flush it down a toilet. Honestly, the sky is the limit. ]
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[quite enough, indeed. netzach holds still, lets his face be cleaned-- really, it's not like midnight needs excuses to touch him, anymore.]
...we don't have to figure anything out right now. Having you around is enough for me to be happy with, too, but-- I do want to have something like that.
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[ Midnight chuckles, then places a kiss on Netzach's cleaned lips. Netzach is a gift unto this world, and he should say it. ]
Something I can leave behind for you... Something a bit more than a memory.
[ Midnight ponders. He really did mean it when he said that he isn't the creative sort... ]
Well, it's not particularly collaborative, which I think might be the point... But perhaps I can write some music for you? Composition isn't my strong point, but I could see if I could get a bit of aid on that front.
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[music is an artistic pursuit too, isn't it? and he'd like to learn anyway, since midnight can play an instrument. there would be the collaboration in it.]
Write it for more than one part. I'll learn an instrument, and how to play my half. Then I can hear how it's really meant to sound when we can play it together.
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That's too kind... But it would be far beyond my right to stop you, love. Keep in mind I'll be happy to teach you to play the guitar, should you wish it, but I'll compose around any instrument that catches your fancy.
[ He takes Netzach's hand, looking at it for a moment. ]
That you would want to do these things for me is a gift already. I... thank you for that.
[ The thanks sounds slightly awkward, oddly enough. Midnight is much more used to making his apologies, and is far more used to simply living his life without anyone making grand gestures toward him in it. ]
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I'm gonna keep doing 'em, so... you're gonna have to get used to that.
[a little lighter in tone, but it isn't teasing. he wouldn't really tease, when it comes to this-- he wants to do these things for midnight simply because he wants to, because it's what feels right to him, and he doubts he would stop wanting that.]
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[ Midnight chuckles, kissing Netzach's palm right at the base of his middle finger. ]
But thus far, you've made the endeavor effortless. How much farther can I fall for you...? Exhaust every avenue, my artist. I will forgive you everything.
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[that one is a little more teasing. it really is a lofty vision, to think of himself being the one charming midnight and not the other way around...
but he likes the idea of it. the thought that he, of all people, could be charmed by netzach. the thought that he's already found some success in it.]
...I could ask myself the same thing. Guess we're both going to find out how far.