[ This is a huge open thread, no posting order. Feel free to pop in and out-- as long as you read this whole long description first (a good skim is fine), it's important to get a feel for the setting! But after that, go nuts. ]
Last Christmas, there'd been a grand celebration based around the Princes of Hell and their children-- though it'd also been open to demons in general and any accompanying guests, or those who stumbled upon it by accident. It'd been loud, excessive, and ridiculously fun. This time, it was happening again, but with less Hell Prince influence, more Rosales influence. It was Klaus Rosales', local Greed demon and Rosales gang Kingpin, birthday and overall favorite holiday season of all time. That meant quite the occasion. This was the one of the biggest and most anticipated parties of the year.
The location was the same as last year, which Klaus had found and helped rent for them before. A space the size of two mansions, perfect for a new level of crazy house party style get-together. It was in the middle of the wealthy district and directly connected to a Hell portal, though the sin demon's Hell in particular, since it wasn't as though there was only one. Ah, lovely multiverse. This portal was heavily guarded by gang member security to make sure nobody accidentally stumbled in or out of it. It was mostly for the ease of friendly demonic relatives popping in to visit.
The inside of the building was decorated expensively, with completely non-religious but very festive Christmas looks, and classic Rosales themes of red, gold, roses, snakes, and affluence. It had three areas. A middle section, a left section, and a right section. The middle area was a cleaner, classier one and the main focus, a good greeting area. It had the food and present exchanging. The food buffet was more than endless and equally delicious, with anything you could ever name or want, because for fuck's sake, it was a Greed demon hosting. If he didn't go all out, nobody could. There was one present table completely dedicated to offerings for Klaus, seeing there'd be more than enough of that happening here, and another for Rosales children and Vito. Another table for cakes, with room cleared for very large cakes that might be later delivered by the amusing birthday fairy Pip. Each Christmas these parties seemed to get bigger and better. It was a good time to shake your usual worries away and lose yourself, because everything was taken care of here.
The left flank was for the loud club/house party element with a dance floor and fancy DJ on a stage, along with various performers that would be popping up here and there. It also had a large bar and careful, careful restrictions for those that were underage. It was highly unlikely there'd be any alcohol sneaking here, with how protective Klaus tended to be over children. The right flank was really just for kids, with a little playground setup for the really small babies, then arcade and hangout place for the older ones. The kids could go in the other spaces, but this was good if they needed a breather or extra safety.
In terms of guest invitations, the main focus was demons and Rosales allies, who received formal invites. Otherwise, it was a very open party, and unless you were there to be hostile or had very negative previous Rosales experiences (usually from threatening one of their children, which wasn't tolerated), you'd be welcomed warmly. Despite the place being stuffed with demons and gangsters, it was extremely comfortable. The scary looking security was there to make sure no blatant fights broke out, and important individuals, especially the host's very treasured kids, had bodyguards lurking around them. Overall, it was all fun, happy chatter, and affection with a strong hint of Demonic mischief and dark humor.
This was an event that'd roar on for several days, or even the whole week until New Years, but currently starting on early Christmas evening, about five PM. The food and most of the drinks (the first few with the alcoholic) are all free, so everyone can partake in the indulgence. Have fun! That's what's most important.
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Klaus was giddy, to say the least. It was finally time for Christmas, his thirty-first birthday, soon to be his fiance Vito's birthday, and the first holiday season with a lot of his newly adopted wonderful, beloved children. He had so many gifts for everyone close to him, all of his beautiful people and possessions, and was going to receive so many in return. It was fantastic way to end the year, and he was going to savor it as much as humanly, and demonly, possible. Which meant he was going to savor it a damn fucking lot. He adored this week.
The night before, late Christmas eve he'd run around and had some silly adventures dressing up as 'Santa Klaus' and breaking into people's houses to leave them gifts, but now he had a flashy, all-out Rosales outfit on. It featured numerous pieces of jewelry, a rose flower crown, draped top, and a big rose and snake print red-gold coat. He was at his very best, eccentric, overindulgent, and rich on the eyes, oozing intense charm, magic at a peak on this most auspicious day. He was radiant, magnetic, beautiful, and oh-so ready for the days of spoiling and pampering towards himself and others. Presents, feasting, alcohol, sex-- you couldn't get more of the high life than this.
Klaus was living it the fuck up, no doubt about it. He grinned like the brightest star in the sky and stood at a balcony overlooking the main middle area, watching the people flow in and start to make it a party worth remembering. He loved it. He loved everything, and wanted everything. This was a small, but relevant piece of that. He kept an eye on the crowd, scanning to wait for family to pop up, so he could aggressively show affection towards anyone he caught.
