War, ladies and gentlemen.

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[ooc: Cut for massive tl;dr. Is it real or is it Memorex curse-induced? Nihil dicit. This post is an anonymous text post. And I'm not really sorry for double-posting. I really wanted to do this.]

You know, I have been far too anti-social of late. Perhaps my age is getting to me.

[Nathan sits on a balcony in his home with a glass of wine in his hand. The lighting right now is doing good things for him but he probably knows that. This is someone who knows how to work lighting and angles to his advantage, after all.]

So busy with work and not enough social interaction. It's sad really.

[He pouts.]

I was thinking of throwing a fashion show and a party. Naturally I will accept others who wish to show off their work for the show but you will have to come contact me. The party will be to celebrate the success of it.

[Smiling now, he sips at the wine in the glass.]

It's about time I got back into the social limelight, yes?