[OPEN] you can swing it, you can groove it, you can really start to move it at the hop

[appetitive]

Who: Magnus bane (appetitive), Alec Lightwood (angelic_archer), & YOU!
Where: The Vinyl Destination music store
When: night of May 14th
What: An open-invitation party to celebrate the opening of the store
Warnings: Please tag accordingly in your threads!

I. Rock Around The Clock Being that this party is for the opening of a music store, it makes sense that the main feature of the night is a dance floor! Music from throughout the 1950s will be playing, both in the store itself as well as the large loft above that has been converted into a miniature sockhop for everyone in attendence. Records and streamers hang from the ceilings and there is a lot of black, white, and pink to be seen. There's also a small stage in one corner set up for anyone brave enough to pick up one of the guitars that usually adorn the shop downstairs, as well as several microphone stands that are hooked up to a karaoke machine. Come in and dance the night away! Anyone wearing era-appropriate attire will random prizes. II. All Shook Up Being that this is a Magnus party, there is a wide range of cocktails to sample being made at the open bar. Most of them are were what was popular at the time—Manhattans, Old Fashioneds, the classic Gin & Tonic—but requests for specialty drinks are being taken as well. There are also, in true 50s style, milkshakes that are creamy enough to tempt even those who would usually try to resist. But there's a twist: they're alcoholic. None will be served to minors, but it's totally possible that the adults won't realized their delicious treats are spiked until after they've had their second (or third) glass. Also, though the upper loft is well-lit for dancing, the first-floor store has plenty of dark corners for making bad decisions. So grab your honey, grab a drink, and enjoy the night together. III. Tutti Frutti Half of the upper loft is dedicated to refreshments as well as boasting furniture looks like it was ripped from a diner—you guessed it, chrome with red vinyl upholstery. A table along one wall is ladden with miniature versions of popular diner food—cheeseburgers, hot dogs, even tuna melts—as well as french fries and plenty of other finger food. And, because this is the 1950s, there's jello. Lots of jello. So much jello that it's insane, how can anyone love jello this much? Luckily, if you don't go ape over gelatine-based desserts, there are also record-shaped cookies and non-alcoholic milkshakes for the kiddies. Seeing as this is a small town with families, and thus minors, there are plenty of drink options for those who aren't yet old enough to drink or who prefer not to. IV. La Bamba No invite is necessary, IC or OOC, for anyone who'd like to jump in and join the party! It's safe to assume that flyers have been up around town to announce the time and place. Hopefully, with enough people in attendance throughout the night, there's plenty of chances to make friends (or maybe enemies). Feel free to choose your own adventure, and don't worry about boundaries—if it doesn't break the game, it won't break this party post! But be aware that your hosts, one of whom is a warlock and the other a demon hunter, won't stand for any altercations inside the store. Instead, maybe take it outside if the mood or your ex-girlfriend strike you. If you'd like to assume that you're helping run the party—bartending, music playing, etc—go nuts and have fun! CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[unforgivably]

Who did what. I did it, Katherine. I abandoned everyone and laid down in a coffin for three years, in hopes that when I woke up, Elena would be awake and alive and we could begin our life together. [ The tone comes with the Katherine territory, but, it also comes with his frustration with his brother. ] Stefan read a letter I sent to Bonnie Bennett out loud over the phone, a letter I had only recently, relatively, written. One he's never read.

[abetment]

[ It's a very straightforward answer, and that aspect of Damon's personality, rather than playing and being sarcastic, still surprises Katherine at times. He's always said what's on his mind, but he really gets to the brunt of it, faster, those days.

She listens, looking over. ] A letter from there showed up here? Really. [ Well, that's interesting in and of itself. Anyway. ] So you willfully abandoned your brother, your friends, because you couldn't stand not having Elena around. Wow. [ She blinks, once, twice and breathes in. ] He knows what extent you go to when you love someone, and. You'll both be together again. In...three years, apparently. [ She's not an expert on their future, but she garners detail as she goes. ] Stefan always comes around to understanding, Damon. He'll, get over this, I know he will. [ It seems so small in the pool of personal affronts Damon's committed. ]

[unforgivably]

He may get over it, but the last thing this 'family,' [ You can bet your bottom dollar he uses air quotes. ] needs is separation. This town knows what it's doing. If Stefan was sent that letter, or if it was transcribed for him, or if he somehow remembers it, getting that letter wasn't a one-off. My new memories. This letter. Your sister. [ Oh yeah, Katherine. ] This town's done a number on us, including Elena not remotely being bothered by you being her sister. [ A hand comes up, palm facing her. ] And, spare me, this isn't about you or that I think she should hate you, but this sisterly bond must be deeply ingrained. [ Or need he remind you of your jaunt you take in her body. ] Me, I was looking forward to a deserved slap. [ And now both hands come up, defensively. ] I'm done. I'm playing nice. How you kept that from me... Katherine, I'm a tad impressed.

[abetment]

[ She listens. Katherine always listens, even if her responses aren't full of kindness or contain much of any reaction one might hope for. Impatience flashes over her face when he settles in on this subject instead of what she came over to talk about.

Fine. Not like she was hiding it. ] Don't accuse of me being the bad guy, and intentionally hiding this from you, Damon. I figured it would've come up sometime during one of you and Elena's bonding sessions. [ There's no room for a vitriolic tone, considering she's fairly certain Damon's been as gentle as he could be with Elena, instead of trying to pressure her mind into remembering more, faster. ] But it didn't? Well. Now you know, and, yeah [ her eyes start to roll before she stops them, peering away and at no one in particular ] tell me about it. Having a number done on all of us.

But once Elena remembers who she is, completely, you won't have to worry; I'm sure that hate you know and seem to love will just...flow right back in. [ She sips at her drink -- sure, Elena's been a little clingier when it comes to them being sisters, but it's whatever. It's conducive to the family unit! ] For now, and when she remembers, it'll be like us. What we've done. A well. Played. Ruse. [ Duh.

Like, is there something else you want her to say? Expect from her? ] Seems like it's working out pretty damn well so far. Being...sisters. [ The hostility is unavoidable, even if she's actively nice to poor, mildly amnesiac Elena. ]

[unforgivably]

[ For the both of them. It is convenient. But, it's a wrinkle he doesn't need. ]

For you and her. It's not that I'm waiting for the dawning realization that her sister terrorized her life for half a year, not to mention any sins not yet counted. I don't bask in your pain, Katherine. What I feel toward you has now passed into complicated territory, thanks to us, to being here, and for a surprising first two illuminating conversations. It's jarring.

[abetment]

[ She draws in a long breath, not sighing dramatically as he gets to the middle of that and wraps up his words. ] It is. I feel the same way, Damon, about our complicated territory. A lot here's illuminating [ a beat, eyes boring into him; like his obtaining memories that Stefan hasn't lived through ] -- and that's now always a bad thing. Even if it's jarring at first.

[ Yes, she's repeated it all back to him, rephrased. Active listening!

Evidently he doesn't want to talk about what she originally asked about, being just as lacking in desire to talk about future events as Stefan seems to be about talking in regards to his feelings after learning about them. Katherine lets that part rest, for the moment, settling on implying that all that's going on could be beneficial to them, somehow, someway. Even the drama. ]

[unforgivably]

Did you ever think we'd get here? In some other place. Post-you?

[ Not the cheeriest of jokes, but call it gallows humor. His eyes find Elena, something he's seen Katherine's do, too. ]

Emma thinks the town is trying to tear us apart.

[abetment]

[ A wry undertone of a laugh, eyes nearly rolling. ] You know how much hope I had for us, once upon a time, Damon.

[ Because she couldn't not say it.

She hums. ] Maybe she's right. But are you gonna let a little old town make your choices for you? [ Her head shakes. ] I don't think you ever would. [ But correct her if she's wrong! She shoots him an assessing look. ]

[unforgivably]

I do. But, you couldn't choose. You wanted to play all sides. [ And then she'd gotten burned. Or, she hadn't, thanks to her connections. Her double-crosses. Does he sound .. nostalgic? ]

Why tear us apart and bring you and Elena together? You'd think it would prefer if we were all on the outs. And yet here we are, reminiscing about the time you two-timed Stefan and me. How time flies.

[abetment]

[ Nostalgia for her, times that centered around her, is a quality Katherine always likes to hear in Damon's voice. He has a nice voice. Always has. No matter the consequences of the web she weaved in the past, he's always been one of her favorite people. Not that she has many of those, and what does anyone really gain when in that category?

She makes a soft sound, almost a laugh but mostly it rings with soft derision. ] Do you think it's really that intuitive? Nothing's ever stopped us from getting what we want. For a place that knows how to really mess with all of us, you'd think it'd know that. [ Talking about the town as if it's a living entity. It sort of is. A long beat. ] As long as reminiscing doesn't turn into wallowing. Priorities, Damon. And, no one likes a wallower. [ The smile that lingers on her lips may give away that she knows he won't wallow, especially not on her. It was but a statement to make; besides, one of the Salvatores is the sort to wallow... ]