The mausoleum. A marble hall of the dead, a sneaky hide away for hookups late at night, and on some nights a meeting place for the Rejects club. Johnny had invited Swiss to the meet up for the New years party, but Salacious had already gathered everyone for the meet up, dragging them to their usual sitting spot. Like always Grim took up residence in a window, his tail flicking slowly as he sat with a bottle of bruté champagne. His abyssal cloak hung down like an onyx curtain against the gleaming white marble, his Edwardian era clothing making him almost appear as a ghost amongst the old stained glass and silent backdrop of the night. Nacht on the other hand was sat in a shadow, quietly enjoying a snack he was graciously provided while watching the others. As per Lucifers yearly request, he wore his old uniform. So rather…

It had rained earlier in the day, the night crawlers would be up soon. Voxir wanted to take the opportunity to collect some while also looking about to see what was growing around the cemetary and masoleum. He has found interesting weeds and plants growing in the cemetary in France. What would he find here?

The necromancer made sure to have several vials, tweezers, a pair of scissors, and his mini notebook to take quick notes. With his small sachel set he took to the grounds.

The crisp cool air smelled of autumn. It was different than France. More pollution in the air. Less of fresh baked bread and sweet pastries and the fresh sea air. Voxir continued to grounds, when something caught his eye. There was someone sitting on the masoleum.

"Hello Johnny. It is considered highly disresepectful to sit on a masoleum."