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[This post is forward dated to tomorrow.

The video opens on a rather busy scene: a hotel desk, behind which the hotel itself is covered in various tarps, ladders, and the like. From time to time, someone passes by in this background. Worn jeans and worn shirts make it evident they're construction workers getting down to business. And once or twice there will be a man in a fine suit or a woman in a fine dress, all tailor fit and reminiscent of the 1920s. It's clearly not their first choice of uniform—the men may tug at their collars as they become more familiar with the closeness of fabric, the women may seem to have issues with their new shoes. The scene is simply a shot of this hotel entrance for a few moments before James Patrick March comes to stand in front of the desk, in his usual too fancy attire, wearing a pleasant smile. A moment of silence before he nods in the direction of the camera and ever so innocently inquires, all 20s charm and 20s drawl:]

Well, is it on? [No voice answers him but he's gotten a yes just the same, and does his best to look directly at the camera. It's probably obvious he's not familiar with this. Like, just a bit.] Greetings! I can't say that I've ever participated in a televised broadcast, do forgive any mistakes I may make.

My name is James Patrick March [said with so much pride, this is a man who loves his name] and I've been among this world for just over a month now. Met a few of you so far, all very delightful. But I look forward to meeting more, and so this little announcement came about. You see, I'd been put in this town, Maurtia Falls as they call it, and been given work at a local hostel. Well! I'm quite pleased to announce under my new management, we are working to renovate, to elevate this hostel to a hotel. All has gone quite swimmingly so far, and the estimated date for the newly minted Hotel Castile to be functional is the twenty-first of this month. Now, where I come from, no one ever opens a business without celebration—it's pure bad luck! And so, I'd like to extend an open invitation for the twenty-third, the following Saturday, to every single one of you imPorts, as we are called, to join us for the evening. There will be food and drink, music, an open bar, a raffle...and if anyone enjoys the party more than they anticipated, there will be plenty of rooms to stay in until sobriety kicks in! The Hotel Castile will be proud to offer affordable rates and exemplary service to our guests in all regards.

[There's a pause, a break in the Super Happy Public Service Guy From Way Back When. He's engaging an eye battle with whoever's behind the camera. Seems he doesn't quite approve of the rest of their services, doesn't want to say the thing. The thing he eventually shakes his head and finishes with anyway, looking somewhat disgusted at this horrible offer they must include.]

...and complimentary Wi-Fi.

[The old timey dude doesn't appreciate modern reliance on the Internet, water is wet. But he gathers himself back together quickly to finish it up with a smile. One may wonder how strong his cheeks are because he comes across as the sort who is never not smiling.]

So please, do join us! The Hotel Castile is located at [address, delivered with so much joy, he is just such a happy fellow] and the evening's festivities are scheduled to begin at five. No one is ever late, however, don't be shy.

[Dude is a damn toothpaste commercial with all the smiling he's got going on right now. Like he's frozen in that form...for a few seconds before he squints again at whoever's holding the camera like, okay, he's done, right? This is finished, isn't it? Good job team, will that do, pig, or what? And that's the face the camera cuts off on—great timing, too, since the noise of a saw starting up had just taken over.]

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[brushoff]

[ !!! party!!! he said party!!! Dorian loves parties, good on you March, he's gonna go to a party! With an open bar! Oh Mr. Murder, you are rising up even more in his book. ]

I'll gladly rsvp—of course, if my plus one decides to attend, we'll both be fashionably late.

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[idesof]

[Dorian!!!! Now he has to brave the wilds of speaking to the camera all by himself, oh no. Of course this means that his SUPER PLEASED face to see Dorian pop up comes with the camera being turned upside down. The joys of age.]

Mister Gray, what a pleasure to see you again! [You know who's tired of hearing March talk about how Dorian Gray is a charming individual? Countess, that's who. March love that Dorian.] You are your plus one are certainly more than welcome, regardless of the time.

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[hisheartsdesire]

[No video with this one because... well, no video with this one. No one needs to know.]

If? What ever are you saying, Dorian—I don't see any reason we shouldn't join in this celebration!

Mister March, how nice to see Dorian's already mentioned me. Tobias Matthews, and it would be an absolute pleasure to attend your grand opening!

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[slightlyoffchilt]

I will certainly be there.

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[idesof]

[There's rustling; he's trying to figure out the voice option and SOMEONE isn't helping him. He is making faces at the device, fortunate they can't be seen. He's just assuming here that he doesn't have to yell like ye olde phones, because it certainly doesn't sound like Doctor Traffic Collision is yelling...but he's still perhaps just one level too loud. Forgive him he's just so]

Glad to hear it! [Maybe the volume works in his favor. Bursting with his gladness for the good doctor to be around, how welcoming.] Always a good idea to have a doctor in the house, as they say.

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[wizzardly]

[coming back from a week of childhood feels like the world's weirdest, foggiest hangover. He misses some of this - some of it on purpose, because he still finds March's constant cheer grating - but something important stands out.]

What do you mean by that? [suspiciously.] By "open" bar?

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[idesof]

[Fortunately he has figured out how to hold the camera properly at this point, so Rincewind isn't staring at that constant grating cheer upside.]

It means drinks at the bar have no fee for the event. They're free.

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[exceptfebruary]

April 23rd. Castile and León Day. A good choice.

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[idesof]

[He's trying to figure out the perfect voice level for this, so. Give him some patience when it's just slightly too loud.]

...oh? What sort of holiday is that?

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[foreshadower]

[ Attention piqued. ]

Well now, this sounds like quite the party! I assume your establishment will be well furnished by the time of the party?

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[idesof]

You assume correctly, my good man! With only the best pieces that can be found, of course.

[Shade is among the group March is currently more excited than usual to be speaking to, go figure.]

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[unwiseheart]

[ Sorry, March, no video of Nicolas, but his voice is fairly recognizable (if a little tired). ]

Open bar, eh? Could it be you're making all the drinks yourself, Mr. March?

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[idesof]

[It's a good thing because by now he's figured out a proper volume level so Nicolas doesn't get a Somewhat Too Loud March in his ear. Clearly he is favored by Fate.]

Only the green drinks! Absinthe has always been my house special, so to speak. There will be plenty there, as you rightfully guessed.

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[shifting]

[and here's an entirely new face. Sam is a little amused at all of this, the Old Time clothing and apparent sensibilities, but it's really pretty charming.]

Well I can't turn down a good time. Is it gonna be like a themed event? Roarin' twenties? Or is any sort of dress all right?

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[idesof]

[Son, this ain't no act. How dare you. He is the Real Deal.

Of course March takes absolutely no offense to the implication and never has, just keeps on swimming.]

Any sort of dress. Preferably something decent, mind, within the scope of the law.

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[beneathbluerafters]

You seem to be settling in quite well already, Mr. March!

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[idesof]

I am indeed, Mister Bleak! [All smiles for Klarion, he is he is uwu] Should I expect the pleasure of your company?

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[deadkord]

Well, hey, I'm always up for a party.

[idesof]

A man after my own heart.

[Or not, but you know. It's a phrase.]

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[irassible]

What kind of food?

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[idesof]

Hors d'oeuvres. Finger foods, pastries, and the like. I'd been considering a salad bar as well.

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[enucleation]

I see you are getting busy, March-san. I'm glad, it's important.

[ sadly, kaneki a ) doesn't do parties b ) can't eat c) can't drink ]

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[idesof]

Busy indeed! Thank you, Mister Kaneki. Should we expect you to pop by?

[he can accommodate that diet of yours, ken...]

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[garrick]

Open bar, huh? That's brave.

[ Sounds like an event to look out for though.]

What's the issue with the Wi-Fi?

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[idesof]

The issue? I've no experience with it. The whole Interwebs was long after my time. I can't say I'm fond of it, but I can't deny it's something the people expect.

[airshow]

You had me at "open bar"!

[idesof]

Oh, it'll be an open bar all night, old boy. Well into the morning, too, I should think.

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[textualhealing]

Open bar? Count me in.

[Hello fancy man, meet a modern day fancy man, all perfectly styled hair, well groomed beard and ridiculously high priced tailored suit, sitting there with a glass of whiskey in hand.]

Nice suit. What is that? 1920s?

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[idesof]

[Modern day fancy man challenging his views of the modern world one whiskey at a time.]

It is indeed. Good eye you have there.

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[baetiful]

You work quickly, my friend.

[ Baelish is impressed by not only how fast March could change the hostel over to a hotel, but how quickly he had enough influence to change the entirety of something he managed, not owned. ]

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[idesof]

[uwu;; dark heart brothel man he is so pleased to see Petyr again and wow praise]

I do my best. Will you be giving us the pleasure of your company?

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[restingstitchface]

[Look at this guy looking as clean as a man can be. Such a happy guy, stuffed in a suit that's older than he is. It's like he hasn't been giving people two choices that both result in the same final end. Funny, isn't it?]

I imagine your fine establishment understands the value of discretion?

[Is this the murder's secret handshake? Probably.]

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[idesof]

[Sorry buddy all he sees it that BLACK HEART THROBBING LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS. Goodness gracious, how attractive.]

You imagine correctly, sir. That has always been a top priority in my line of work.

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[glowsferatu]

[ Open bar, huh? Maybe she should dig the old fake ID. ]

What are the terms of the raffle?

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[idesof]

Write down your name in the guestbook, receive a ticket. Nothing else required.