Les Enfants Terribles Presents: 'Return to Hel' Date: May 8, 2007. Time: 5:00 PDT - 8:00 PDT Location: Club Hel, Hampton Green -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Two years has passed since our first celebration. As we strive towards The Merovingian's goals and our own attainment of the Floating Feast, we should never forget the life we lead. This is our world, a world liberated by the constraints of Zion and the tyranny of Machines. We are, my friends, free. Let us show it in the bowels of Hel. Upon your arrival at the gates of Hel, expect an invitation from a Les Enfants Terribles liaison. Once inside, please refrain from speaking with any of the local nightlife and club patrons...for you never know how they'll take to you. Dismemberment tends to dampen the mood, no?
As we wouldn't expect any old rags, dress accordingly. We are the exemplary, not the common. Represent our organization well with higher attire.
As with the times before, if you require aid securing local access keys or attire, Les Enfants Terribles will lend you aid. We don't want those pesky agents spoiling our fun with their horrible dancing, now do we?
Oh...and for the rift raff: If you find that you simply cannot resist temptation, there are always ALTernatives. Feel free to muck about in the garage. Perhaps a few of the gentlemen can bring mother home a Suit. Let's keep the gunfire to a minimum. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The world is our playground and it is time once again to celebrate that fact.
Villemar
Jenny is all hawt wet and waiting
A Tuesday night? Why, that's going to make it near impossible for the cave-dwellers to make their way into the garage; it's all too late in the evening for them... ...Perfect...
Hmm thats a start of 1am on a Tuesday for me......I'll try and pop in but will not be able to tarry afraid
That's what naps are for! And my dear, perhaps I can convince you to wear something besides a face mask and a rubber motorcycle suit? I don't even remember what your face looks like anymore
Oh and by the way Le Patron seems to be aware of our little soire.
Looking forward to it..