texted3times: (oops wrong eric)
Last night, Eric and Bo'd had a few hours of, ahem, strenuous activity and had crashed in Eric's bed oh so prettily.


However, today Eric woke up as Erik. Selvig.

Pros: ability to be awake during the day without bleeding from the eyes and ears!

Cons: no idea what he was doing here, in bed with Bo. Well, a Bo. Also, no pants.

Thus, the "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!" as he bolted upright and grabbed all of the covers.

[OOC: We think we're funny.]
texted3times: (fangs!)
Eric was opening the club tonight, a move that kind of shocked the DJ when he arrived five minutes late.

After being assured Eric wouldn't eat him this time, the DJ promised to play whatever Eric wanted.

Turned out the DJ didn't have ancient Norse ballads.

The new DJ would be there tomorrow. Tonight you were subjected to the contents of Eric's iPod.

There were plenty of ancient Norse ballads on that.
texted3times: (i have good hair!)
Eric almost declared tonight "Stiles Appreciation Night" just to really tweak Derek but decided he wasn't that petty.


He did tell Tiny that any drink Stiles or any person who claimed to be friends with Stiles ever ordered here was to be put on Derek's tab.

Eric was that petty.

The Devil's Nest was open, and feeling a little nefarious tonight.


Aug. 27th, 2012 05:17 pm
texted3times: (looking at you)
This is for comments, questions, or complaints about how I'm playing Eric Northman, a character who I am not!

Screening is off, anon comments enabled.
texted3times: (now is the time where i talk mmkay?)
"This is the Devil's Nest, open nightly from sundown until we feel like throwing you out. You need valid ID in this dimension that proves you're 21 to drink, but if you want to come in to listen to our world-class DJ--or whoever else might be playing that night--there's no age limit for that. Leave a message and Tiny will get back to you. If you wanted to talk to Eric, you should have his number."

texted3times: (i have good hair!)
After time drinking, watching Tiny mutter to himself, and making light chitchat with Jaina, it was time to get the entire story out of her--or at least as much as she was willing to tell him.

"After you," he said, opening his door (he didn't lock because really. If you tried to rob Eric, you deserved what you got) and ushering her in.
texted3times: (cheers!)
Eric strode into the Devil's Nest right after sundown and headed to his usual spot in the VIP Section, but not before checking to be sure that the (yes, new) DJ wasn't playing anything by Wings tonight.

Eric wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea of 90's Boyband Night either, but it wasn't worth eating someone over.

...probably. Give him three hours with the Backstreet Boys and he might change his mind.

[OOC: OCD free tonight!]


Nov. 19th, 2011 11:24 pm
texted3times: (bitchface)
"This is Eric. Leave a message. If it's urgent, contact Jack Priest."

texted3times: (looking at you)
Eric was catching a portal tonight to head out to Jaina's universe (after paying through the nose to be certain all of his transfers occurred in the evening), which meant he was on the phone with Pam sorting out some last minute details.

"Fire him."


"Fire him too."

Another pause.

"Kill that one. Send a message."

A longer pause.

"No, I really am buying a red space car. I can pull it off."


"Stop laughing. Oh, before I forget, call Quinn to set up the New Year's Eve party this year."

Another pause.

"...Quinn. The were-tiger. Tall, looks like Vin Diesel, plans parties?"

A very, very long pause.

"Of course I'm not making that up."

He hung up a bit later, frowning in confused thought. Why would he make up a were-tiger?
texted3times: (pony)
Do you know what doesn't fit into a standard coffin?

Eric had learned tonight: a pony.

"//WHY AM I A PONY?//" he declared in angry Swedish, stomping his adorable little hoof and tossing his (oh God) mane out of his eyes. "//AND WHY ARE THERE FANGS ON MY ASS?//"

Welcome to Fandom weirdness, Eric.

[OOC: Off for a wedding today but omg I haaaaaaaaaaaad to.]
texted3times: (Default)
"Well, this is certainly...different," Eric observed as he and Jaina stepped between tied up horses in order to enter the saloon. From the way those inside stared, it wasn't that usual for women to be there who weren't, erm, working. "We can find somewhere else," Eric murmured. "Your call."
texted3times: (angry eyes!)
It was their last evening in Vegas, so Eric had insisted on dinner (for Jaina) and a show (NOT Celine Dion) for him. Now they were walking through the crowds and waiting for the pirate show at Treasure Island to begin. Eric stopped short and glared at an Elvis impersonator in a sequined white jumpsuit.

"That's not at all what his hair looks like," he grumbled to Jaina.
texted3times: (sincere rly)
Eric had wanted to drive all the way to New York to find a really interesting club, but decided that as nice as his sports car was (and it was very nice), a date that required a four hour one-way roadtrip was probably a terrible idea.

Which was why he and Jaina were now letting the valets at the 18th Street Lounge try to find parking in Dupont Circle. Eric grinned down at her as he held the door open. "We're just in time. They have tango lessons at 8 on Tuesdays."

Eric, it must be noted, liked winning bets.

[OOC: For the tiny Jedi. No, the other one.]
texted3times: (looking at you)
Eric was not a fan of daylight savings time: through no real fault of his own, he was now running late to his shift.

He was the boss, so it didn't really matter, but it was still irritating. As he passed through the club, he gave Tiny a nod, the new DJ a warning look and a recommendation to pay close attention to the (increasingly long) do not play list, and then settled into his spot in the VIP section.

The Devil's Nest was open!
texted3times: (cheers)
Eric will be reopening the Devil's Nest on Friday, and I wanted to show you how crazy I am run through a few things with the game at large before that happened!

What IS the Devil's Nest, anyway?

The Devil's Nest will be a new (or old and revamped, depending on how long you've been in the game) all-ages dance club. The layout looks like this, decorated in reds and blacks because while Eric is a pretty evolved vampire, considering, sometimes you have to stick with the classics. There's a big dance floor (the type of music will change daily), a couple of bars (more on that in a sec), and an invite-only VIP section that can be rented out for parties where Eric will normally be hanging.

There are also overpriced appetizers (think along the lines of fried and spicy things) available.

So what about the bars?

The bars (a main one in the big space of the club, and a smaller one in the VIP section) will be serving alcoholic drinks only to people over the age of 21. The bouncer (either NPC or a real character, depending on the day) will be checking IDs and giving those from the high school big ugly X's on their hands that won't wash off, even if you run immediately to the bathroom (...and now you are learning a bit too much about Fry as an underage drinker). The staff has been assured that if they serve anyone underage they will be fired immediately. Feel free to mod all kinds of virgin drinks, smoothies, juices, sodas from weird countries, whatever, but you won't be getting booze if you're in high school. You could get TruBlood, though!

But my character has a fake ID/mind-control powers/enormous boobs!

No go. Sorry. Eric hasn't been around for a thousand years by being stupid, and getting shut down for serving minors would be stupid.

Fun killer.

Hopefully not!

So about this VIP section...

If your character is a vampire or a friend of Sookie's, consider them invited behind the velvet rope. (Of course there's a velvet rope.) If you catch Eric's attention, want to talk to him, et cetera, he'll wave you back as well. You can also handwavily rent the space out for birthday parties, ladies' nights, bachelor parties, whatever, and mod the bar there as taking care of all of your needs.

Anything else I should know?

Since Eric isn't exactly thrilled with witches right now (being mind-whammied by one will do that to you), there's no spell against violence at the club like there is at Caritas. There is, however, an NPC bouncer and (on most nights) a thousand year old vampire who, while enjoying violence, doesn't want you busting up his club, so keep your fisticuffs a little contained, please and thank you

I also still have a few days available if you're interested in working a shift!

Any further questions? Ask in the comments :)
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