03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
In an effort to help bring in some cash flow for the town, the town council has decided this year to host a Bachelor Auction! Winners of each bid will win a spectacular date with their bachelor of choice, a date which will be organized and paid for by the town council. All bids start at $100 and the bachelors participating were selected ahead of time both by nomination and self submission. All of the bachelors in attendance have agreed to the auction and volunteering their time.
The bachelor auction was held in the large gallery room at Aesthete Galeria. It has been made even more elegant for the event with sheer fabric cascading from the center of ceiling making it look almost like a tent. Strong lights and chandeliers filled the space with an attractive light. Tickets were not required to attend but identification would be checked at the door to ensure everyone was over 21. This was due to the open bar for the evening. A stage had been set up at the natural focal point of the room and at the moment a string quartet was playing background music for the crowd as people started to arrive.
Trays of tapas and other small bites were being carried around by the wait staff as well as trays of white and red wine. Other drinks could be ordered at the bar. There was an open space in front of the stage where dancing could take place and then there were several standing tables beyond that for people to rest their drinks as they chatted. Of course there was some seating to accommodate those who needed to rest or couldn't stand for a long amount of time but mostly it was a 'up & mingle' sort of event.
INFO: -Attendees must be 21+ -As of this post the list of bachelors has already been decided and they know who they are -Dress code is formal -This thread will be open for mingling for 1 week OOC before the auction begins
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Oct 3, 2024 4:09:49 GMT
Arturo Diaz de Frontera hadn't been to the Aesthete Galeria in some time. The Bachelor Auction arranged by Alec and the others of the town council was quite the spectacle and he was more than excited to take part.
Not as merchandise, no, no, no, that was decidedly not how the vampire desired to be portrayed. He was a man who liked his control. He liked to own things, not be owned. Tonight, as at many auctions in the past, he was a buyer. As he should be. Though, admittedly, it had been a long time since he last attended an auction where the prime merchandise was people, much preferring to buy art or artifacts. Tonight's event was much less of a moral grey area than those run by other vampires.
The vampire wore a white tux with a black bow tie, unashamed to say he was channeling his inner James Bond. He would never admit to whether he had or had not, been a spy or secret agent. These days, background checks being what they were, he could never get away with such a thing. But in the 'old days' things could be much easier to pretend at, especially with the experiences he had.
Despite the red wine being a bit too light, it was enjoyable. The 'tent' flair that Giacomo had orchestrated was just as pleasing and the string quartet worked wonders to shift things back in time. Ever so slightly. He kept an eye out for some of the Italian vampire's work on displace and, more importantly, for the man himself. Arturo had painfully considered nominating Giacomo Ettore for the auction, as he would have loved to take the man on a date. But at the same time, the coven leader disliked harassing people anonymously from a distance. He'd rather harass the beautiful specimen to his sharp pale features instead. Which was why his first order of business, as he greeted others in passing and offered one and all that clever amused smile of his (especially eyeing any who could be potential "bachelors"), was to corner the artist and thank him for the use of his gallery. "Lovely evening, Giacomo. Pity to see you aren't for sale tonight," he teased with just enough promise in his tone. "Impeccable as always," he added, the word directed at both the vampire and his gallery.
Post by Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi on Oct 6, 2024 2:45:24 GMT
Hal stepped into the gallery room with a confident stride, her short black velvet dress hugging her curves as she surveyed the scene. The fabric’s sheen caught the light, accentuating the deep v-neck that contrasted with the modesty of the long sleeves. Her stilettos clicked softly against the polished floor, and the high ponytail gave her an edge that, paired with her black manicure and smoky makeup, set her apart from the expected librarian look most had come to see of her.
She paused near the entrance, taking in the elegant setup of the event. The cascading sheer fabric overhead, combined with the chandeliers’ soft glow, gave the room an ethereal feel. A string quartet played in the background, adding a touch of sophistication to the buzz of chatter and clinking glasses. Hal felt more than prepared for the evening—more than ready to mingle.
With a subtle smile, she made her way toward the bar, her eyes scanning the crowd, wondering which of the bachelors would make their way to the stage first. She ordered herself a drink and couldn’t help but wonder who all would be in attendance tonight.
Gemma Tramell arrived at Aesthete Galeria on Harland Shaw ’s arm, the elegant navy blue dress she wore flowing gracefully as they entered the buzzing gallery room. The string quartet’s soft music filled the air, and the warm lighting from the chandeliers cast an inviting glow over the crowd. Tonight’s bachelor auction had a different kind of excitement for her—she had nominated Harland, her boyfriend, to be one of the bachelors. This would be one of the first social events they attended together since they ‘officially’ started dating.
When a waiter passed by with a tray of wine, Gemma politely declined, opting for sparkling water instead. She wasn’t entirely sure why she felt the need to avoid alcohol, but something told her to stick with water tonight. Walking through the beautifully decorated room with Harland by her side, she felt a twinge of possessiveness—knowing that soon, others would be bidding for his attention, even if it was just for a good cause.
Despite the nerves, Gemma couldn’t help but smile, feeling confident that this evening was going to be quite the turnout for the town. “Thank-you for dressing up with me.” She smiled softly for him, even in her heels he still towered over her and she had to look up at him. Gods, just looking at him took her breath away.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Oct 13, 2024 0:52:26 GMT
Cisco entered Aesthete Galeria, adjusting the cuff of his sleek classic black tuxedo. The black bow tie around his neck added a sharp finish to his look as he navigated through the mingling crowd. The elegant atmosphere, complete with the soft music of a string quartet and the warm glow of chandeliers, seemed to blend perfectly with his mood—calm and observant, yet ready to engage.
He spotted familiar faces as he moved toward one of the standing tables, nodding at a few acquaintances and greeting others with a casual grin. His tall, broad frame cut through the room with ease, drawing a few glances as he grabbed a drink from a passing tray.
Though his focus was on the auction, Cisco found himself enjoying the vibe, taking in the buzz of conversation and the anticipation that filled the room. As he sipped his drink, he leaned against a nearby table, casually watching the stage, mentally preparing for his own moment in the spotlight.
Harland had never "dressed up", in fact his attire for the evening had been pieced together with the help of Gem and some of the pack. Somehow they pulled it off. Then for the first time since he was seventeen, Harland trimmed his hair and his beard all of which revealed a slowly greying fox of a man. His beard had a peppering of gray. Harland had thought about dying it but Gem and Kenna both had approved.
He almost thought his Gem had no blood in her head when he had stepped out of the shower earlier. She liked it and Harland liked that she did, if it made her want to ravage him later...who was he to complain?
The big man grinned at his women sliding a large hand into hers, "You are welcome, and don't think that your proposal that if I do dress up I can tear that dress off you later," he teased and then kissed her on the cheek whispering in her ear, "Wasn't heard, because the way you look right now," and he pulled away a big grin on his face that showed both his dimples.
Harland took in the scenery, he'd never been in this building. He'd never really bumped elbows with fancy, "Do you think I can request Skynyrd?"
But for his Gem? He could talk out his ass with the best of them.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Oct 13, 2024 2:24:42 GMT
The Fire Chief had arrived earlier to help organize a few things. Most of the set up and catering had already been seen to, but he helped some of the other council members arrange things. Only to mostly be told he needed to go change already before he was auctioned off. Apparently, no one would pay good money for his for once clean shaven (as opposed to scruffy) ass in a red flannel shirt and scuffed jeans and boots. He'd shrugged and finally changed.
Not that he liked the outfit Elijah had helped get him into. But it was a suit. A nice suit. A very nice suit. Probably worth more than a month's salary. He tried not to think about it, but he couldn't help himself. Especially as he ran his hands down the front as if it needed smoothing out when it was pristinely ironed. Ferris couldn't remember what the man said it was made out of or the brand and that was probably a good thing. He'd cleaned up beyond well, hair combed and styled and even with product thrown in. Not that he promised to maintain this level of upright citizen demeanor on whatever date he was auctioned off to. This was strictly for this event. If he ever wore a suit this nice again...
Most of the guests that arrived he knew. Not that he remembered all their names. In fact, he was more worried that someone would try to strike up conversation with him that he didn't know, especially when he was so clearly out of his element. He longed for a T-shirt and some sweats, or even his work coveralls and a hat to hide behind.
He nodded to Gemma Tramell, offering an easy, almost comfortable "Sheriff," her way and a nod to Harland Shaw as well. That whole situation was still a bit odd, but Gemma was good at her job. Though presently, she seemed more than distracted by Harland. Which...between what he had seen in the forest and the conversation after...he wasn't sure what to make of them. Did she know? Did she not? If she knew, was she also a-
One of the wait staff nearly bumped into him when they turned around from collecting empty wine flutes. Two of them toppled off the tray, one of which he caught almost elegantly, the other hit the side of the tray and shattered and he instead caught two large pieces of glass in his hand, though thankfully, he was only nicked a little. Well, a little for him. Ferris handed the intact glass back and helped pick up the other pieces amid profuse apologies. "It's alright," he assured them, collecting the thankfully not too many pieces and carrying them to the side, another of the staff taking the pieces to dispose of and offering him the first aid kit to help sort himself out. "I got it," he said, pressing some gauze to the cut and making his way to the bathroom with the first aid kit he'd been handed. Which reminded him of a few different moments. He nodded toward Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin as he past near the man.
Ferris wondered if he could use cutting his hand open as an excuse to leave before all the auctioning happened.
Post by Elijah Vanderson on Oct 13, 2024 4:17:58 GMT
Elijah entered the gallery with an understated but commanding presence, his black suit with satin floral embossing setting him apart in the sea of formal wear. Though his facial hair was neatly trimmed, he hadn’t bothered to shave it off completely, letting the greying strands show through, a touch of rugged maturity that suited him well. His look was effortlessly sharp, and he appeared unfazed by the attention his arrival drew.
He moved through the crowd with a practiced ease, exchanging nods and polite smiles as he made his way toward the bar. The bachelor auction was in full swing, Elijah fit in with such ease, the night’s energy was infectious. His eyes scanned the room, briefly landing on Ferris Felwinter , who seemed to be nursing a small cut on his hand. Elijah chuckled to himself—of course Ferris would find a way to bleed at a fancy event like this.
Grabbing a drink, Elijah allowed himself a moment to take in the surroundings, leaning against one of the tables, comfortable in his skin and giving a few polite nods and waves to people. It was his first ‘big’ social event since the divorce had become common knowledge around the town, and Elijah slowly sipped from the glass in his hand. Most of those in the crowd were either people he’d grown up with -the lovely Gemma Tramell and, was that Harland Shaw ? Elijah couldn’t recall a time seeing the owner of the local bar in anything so formal. And of course there was Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin, the newspaper editor had surprisingly kept the Vandersons’ names from the paper lately, which only made him suspicious of the man. And of course, there were less familiar faces; like Halah ‘Hal’ Ramzi and Arturo Diaz de Frontera .
Post by Giacomo Ettore on Oct 15, 2024 23:18:04 GMT
Giacomo had volunteered his space for the event once he'd found out about it. He was trying to make himself at least slightly more known in town and it was just great business. A subtle way to advertise. He had painstakingly put in a lot of effort into making it look absolutely perfect. He'd spent countless hours on the project, made much more easy by the fact that he didn't need to sleep.
He looked around the space before the doors opened with a scrutinizing gaze before he finally nodded to himself. Yes, it was work he could be proud of. He was an artist after all and it wouldn't do to have his gallery looking anything less than perfect. He wore all black, as he usually did but his looks was eccentric as it always was, complete with a fur lined cape, which he just might have to remove by the end of the night just do to the fact that it was summertime. He had plenty of accessories, braids in his hair, and even wore tight leather shorts with beautiful decorative tights and thigh high heeled boots.
The guests began to arrive and Gia forced himself to mingle more than he would have if Annika was still around. It wasn't easy all the time but he was trying. He smiled as Arturo Diaz de Frontera approached him and reveled in the praise with pride and delight though fully blushed at the teasing words that didn't seem to be entirely teasing. People were not often brave enough to even approach him, let alone try to...flirt? "Oh? Is that so?" he asked with a little smirk on his lips. "You are though...maybe I'll have to linger around for that one..."
Gia had always admired Arturo but tended to assume that his eccentricities left too much to be desired to have people interested in him, so he'd never given it that much thought, at least not more than in his imagination. Not until now.
Post by Valkyrie Winter on Oct 15, 2024 23:26:59 GMT
Valkyrie had debated on whether or not to come but she wanted to be more social. She worked so much and kept to herself a lot of the time, still dealing with some fear and anxiety from her ex that she had left behind when she moved her. She wanted to be better. Besides, Ferris Felwinter was going to be here and that was plenty reason for her to attend. How much she'd be able to bet on him was debatable on her nurses salary but she had every intention of trying at least.
She arrived with her hair down and curled, something she didn't often do as it was always up and out of the way at work. The white of her hair was in contrast with the black dress she wore. The skirt was lined with red beneath it, making it a bit more eye catching. To be honest she felt a little out of her element but it definitely was beautiful.
By the time she arrived the room was crowded and she moved carefully to avoid being run into or stepped on. She looked around for Ferris or anyone else she knew but it was hard to see through the increasingly filled space.
Post by Bastian Pennington on Oct 15, 2024 23:35:34 GMT
When Penn had heard about the auction he knew immediately that he would attend. He wouldn't be signing up to be auctioned off. He much preferred to be the one doing the bidding. He was very curious about who would be up on that stage but he had every intention of doing some bidding tonight.
He walked in with all the confidence and swagger of someone who knew what he had to offer and wasn't afraid to show it. He dressed in a suit with a deep necked sleeveless tee beneath it, a mix of classy and casual that he seemed to nail as if it was a high fashion kind of look. His ringed fingers played along the pearl necklace that lined his throat and he reached out for a glass of red wine from a passing waiter who he winked at as he maneuvered through the crowd.
The smell of blood caught his attention and his eyes dilated at the scent, though unnoticed in the light of the event. He followed the scent until he reached the bathroom and paused for only a moment before he pushed open the door and his eyes landed on Ferris Felwinter who was tending to a cut on his hand in front of the sink. "Oops," he commented on the injury as he moved towards the sink. "Not too bad I hope?"
Eowyn had a goal in mind for the evening, a chaotic need for one of two things; maybe a tiny buzz to lower inhibitions and bring a partner home to cure an itch, or just soberly return home and explore her little rose. However it was going to end, Eowyn was going to make an appearance after all she had just made her dress and had applied make up. She wasn't going to toss all that prep work out the door, she didn't want to settle on the little rose at home.
Darcy entered the gallery with her usual commanding presence, though her rust-colored satin dress gave her an elegance that was slightly out of her usual fierce demeanor. The fabric clung to her form, accentuating her curves, the one shoulder neckline much more modest in comparison to the thigh-high slit allowed for easy movement, even in the strappy cream-colored heels she wore. Her wild curls had been tamed into a refined updo, a subtle nod to the formal occasion, though her instincts were anything but calm.
As she moved further into the room, the faint metallic scent of blood hit her like a wave. But it wasn’t just anyone’s blood, it was Ferris’ blood. Her heart skipped a beat, her mind flashing to him, to what could have caused it. She scanned the room, managing to keep her cool when no one else seemed to be concerned, but the wolf within her stirred with rising alarm. She gripped the matching cream-colored clutch tightly, her pulse quickening.
Distracted, Darcy barely noticed the woman crossing her path until they collided gently.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Darcy managed out, heat rising to her cheeks in embarrassment while shaking her head to clear her thoughts. When she looked up, she recognized the face—Valkyrie, one of the nurses she’d seen on occasion due to emergencies around town, whether it be the fires or an injured hiker. “I wasn’t paying attention.” She offered a soft, apologetic smile to the beautiful woman. Trying not to feel the wave of jealousy as she recalled Ferris mentioning the nurse.
last edited Oct 16, 2024 1:18:55 GMT by Darcy Vance
Human
Server at Rosie’s, Barista at The Nook & ‘Camgirl’
Iris Whitlock stepped into the auction with an air of quiet confidence, her silver satin gown catching the soft glow of the lights as it hugged her figure. The dress, sleek and shimmering, cascaded down in delicate folds, the off-the-shoulder straps adorned with subtle beadwork that drew attention to her neckline. With her hair styled in soft waves that framed her face, she exuded a mix of elegance and allure.
She moved gracefully, her eyes scanning the room with the ease of someone used to commanding attention in front of an audience, though tonight felt different. The camgirl who often captivated her online viewers with playful banter and provocative charm had taken on a more polished, refined presence. The long train of her dress trailed behind her, and every step was deliberate, accentuating the effort she had put into her appearance.
Carrying herself with an effortless poise, Iris made her way toward the crowd. Her fingers toyed with the silver clutch at her side, the gesture betraying a hint of nerves that she kept hidden behind a carefully curated smile. As she exchanged polite nods with a few familiar faces, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement for the night’s events.
Iris accepted a champagne flute and sipped on it with a smile as she glanced around the room. This was most certainly not her regular scene, but she definitely enjoyed the chance to dress up.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Oct 16, 2024 4:18:19 GMT
Tristan had no idea why he was here.
Elrond had in fact explained it to him. More than once. Tristan had understood the words he was saying, that it was some sort of auction event. Raising funds for the town. Formal wear. Community gathering. It all made sense. Except that he didn't have any funds to give. He'd only started earning a paycheck recently and most of it went to gas and groceries. But then he explained it was at the art gallery and the werewolf was much more interested. He might have missed some of the important parts, but being able to see Giacomo again was enough to ensure his interest and the notion of escorting Elrond there sealed the deal.
Asthete Galeria was even more grand and just as pristine as he recalled. The crowd left him a bit ill at ease, but he didn't display his mood. Especially not with Elrond at his side. Just as at the festival, he served as a pillar of comfort. His roommate was of course free to do as he pleased, Tristan simply offered to serve as a pillar of comfort. A much better dressed one, though this was mostly due to Elrond. While yes, the man wasn't the best with visuals, he understood what was required of formal wear. Tristan had simply done his best with the man's instructions. He, at least, thought Elrond looked very dapper. The werewolf himself had purchased some brown dress pants and a matching suit jacket, wearing a dark blue dress shirt underneath. It was a bit worn, considering he had bought them used, but he looked almost like he was allowed to be here.
His dark gaze surveyed the crowd, but he relied more on his sense of smell, crowd this dense. There were more than a few vampires. A number of werewolves. A lot of humans. He recognized a few, notably the proprietor he was so keen to see again, though the exquisite Italian was presently speaking to another vampire. He recognized the pent-up ranger, as well as the very enticing newspaper editor and the Sentinel and Deputy (he didn't follow town politics to know any different).
Tristan left Elrond at one of the tables, offering to collect him refreshments, pausing to collect drinks from the same tray as Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin, not at all on purpose. "Good to see you again, Cisco," he said, offering a warm smile though his tone, as ever, didn't match. "It has been a while. Care to join us?" He gestured back toward his roommate.