the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-12-27 17:11:00

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adian rosenberg, adrian mattias, andrea johnson, anneliese jugson, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, billie trimble, caden flint, cassandra parkinson, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elizabeth fortescue, elliot alderton, elphias doge, estella flint, ethan jordan, flynn wright, franziska dolohov, gabriel corner, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, henry wadcock, howell williams, iwan quigley, jake bexley, jeremiah whitehorn, kalista borgin, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, mattie scarpin, max fancourt, melania comstock, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, miranda frobisher, nicodemo penrose, nicola scarpin, nora peakes, octavius pepper, odette boot, oliver comstock, orion sinistra, penelope fawcett, phoebe smethwyck, rachel corner, ralph frobisher, remus lupin, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, saoirse mullet, savannah davies, sebastian goldstein, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, west sumpter, william jugson, winnifred llewellyn

New Year's Eve Masquerade! For Tuesday

Octavius believed hiring someone to organise an event for him meant they would actually organise an event for him. Unfortunately, that notion proved to be a false one when the organiser left him high and dry in the middle of the month, but Octavius persevered. With the help of himself, Mira, occasionally Lottie Sweeting, and an army of lackeys, the night of the masquerade had come together as beautifully as possible.

Lottie had, for once, actually done her job, and at either entrance of the grand foyer were attendants handing out beautifully crafted half-masks to party-goers, and collecting them as people left. The ballroom was majestic and shimmering, the music was softly thrumming, the drinks were pouring, and the mood was infectious. All in all, Octavius thought, it was a satisfactory night to end a rather satisfactory year. After the chaos and excitement that had chased him all throughout 1983, he was rather happy to have had a (comparably) quiet year.

"Can you make sure Miss Warbeck is ready to begin?" he murmured to an attendant nearby who then scurried off. The Wizarding Wireless Network had, after all, promised a wonderful surprise at midnight! Octavius needed to ensure everything went perfectly.

The flash of a nearby photographer made Octavius scowl, annoyed was he at even the few press witches and wizards who had paid handsomely to be at the charity event tonight. The publicity was good, no one could deny that, and the masks concealed everyone's identity at least marginally so there was no grievous intrusion on privacy, but that didn't mean Octavius enjoyed their presence.

He rolled up the sleeve of his dress robe to check his watch, then his eyes darted back to the stage. It was five minutes to midnight! What, for heaven's sake, was Celestina Warbeck taking so long to appear onto an already dressed stage? Shaking his head agitatedly, Octavius cut through a path through the brightly coloured bodies in the mingling crowd to check on his star performer.

OOC Read this for questions, or ask me! Fluid time, so feel free to thread before/after kisses. Again, the "compulsion" to find your kissing partner kicks in 5-10 minutes before midnight and could be anything from thinking you should walk and get some punch to being mystifyingly sexually attracted to the masked stranger at your side. HAVE FUN! GO WILD ♥ AND HAPPY NEW YEAR'S MY GORGEOUS GALS.

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maggiepie
2013-12-28 01:09 am UTC (link)

It had been her goal, since leaving the house for the party, to drive her husband absolutely out of his mind.

Maggie rolled her shoulders, sure that her low cut, shimmering dress and spaghetti thin straps were keeping Adrian's eyes right where she wanted them. It was rare of her to dress this way, to behave like this in public, but she'd worked hard over this past year to get her pre-pregnancy body back and while she would never look like she did before she became a mother, Maggie looked very, very good.

With quick moves and the slightest of teasing touches, she knew that Adrian was ready to drag her to the nearest corner (it wouldn't even need to be a dark one, at this point) and have his way with her. Maggie had whispered in quite the sultry tone that he would have to wait until midnight before he could put his hands on her. And to drive him even madder, she'd even taken to talking to all of her male friends in a loud, flirty manner, only to make her way back to Adrian and assuring him she was all his. Maggie hadn't had to play these sort of games in a while, but she most definitely had not forgotten how to win them.

She felt giddy as she flounced around the crowd, keeping just out of her husband's grasp. Maggie had been annoyed with the mask she had to wear while on the ballroom floor, but realized quickly that it added an element of surprise to their evening. Adrian was dressed just like most of the men in the room, so to find him and pounce was a game she had been playing all night. Maggie locked her eyes on her husband, who stood only a few feet away and made her way toward him. It was close to midnight, said the announcer, so it was now finally time to make her way back to Adrian. She closed the space between them, but then...but then...Maggie stopped, blinking behind her mask as she realized she did not want to kiss her husband at all.

Maggie made sharp turn, finding her true target standing idly a few feet away. Now that was who she wanted all over her.

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brythonichero
2013-12-29 01:01 am UTC (link)

Drystan didn't normally care for parties.

His friends and family could heartily attest to that fact. Under the best of circumstances, socialising bored and exhausted him. With the state of their house, the last thing he and his wife needed to be doing was attending a party, but, strangely, he could think of nothing else he would rather do.

Something, anything, to ensure that 1983 went away forever most likely had something to do with this change of heart.

He couldn't say he had been enjoying himself, necessarily, but there were worst things Drystan could have been doing. Such as taxes, or trying to explain to the crup why he couldn't come into Drystan's study and chew up his slippers after having rolled around in mud.

The sense that he was missing something, or had forgotten something, plagued him suddenly, and he was about to ask the person he was conversing with (who was it? He couldn't remember—surely his short-term memory was not so poor—) when he realised the person had left. Confused, he turned about to see if he had missed something.

And as he turned, he saw a witch in a red and gold mask sizing him up, and, naturally, appearing to like what she saw. His ego had never needed stroking, but open admiration didn't exactly put off a wizard like Drystan Fawcett. He had the brief impulse that she wasn't something that should interest him, but then he scoffed at himself. Why wouldn't he lay his sights on someone who found him attractive that he did as well?

After all, everyone knew he preferred blondes.

"Is staring all you're going to do?" he asked, smirking beneath his mask.

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maggiepie
2013-12-29 01:31 pm UTC (link)

A fiery heat rushed through her body at the sound of his voice. It was the most intoxicating sound she'd ever heard. Maggie grinned behind her mask, a true vision of her devilish demeanor of the night. She could recall...she recalled she had been using the man in front of her as some sort of torture of another...why had she focused so much attention on Adrian when he was ready and willing to make her evening the best she ever had.

Her flirtatious actions of the night reared their head and she pushed her hand up his chest, reveling in the feel. This felt so familiar. Had they touched this way before? Maggie's mind was so fogged with desire that she simply accepted that yes, this man was someone from her past, one that she desperately wanted to revisit.

"I'm not one to waste any time," she purred, using both hands to grab at his collar to pull him down to her. Maggie did not hesitate in deepening the kiss, the shiver of pleasure running over her like she'd never been kissed before. Never experienced a kiss like this before. Where had he been all her life?

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mattias
2014-01-05 09:44 pm UTC (link)

Drystan Fawcett was snogging his wife.

Drystan Fawcett was snogging his wife.

Drystan Fawcett was snogging his wife.

Drystan Fawcett---

For a rather simple observation, Adrian found that he struggled with it greatly. Because, surely Maggie would not allow such a thing to occur.

She and Drystan were in the past! They had been young! It hadn't been out of love, but respect that he allowed the media to initially believe him father of her son. Adrian believed every word of it, truly, down to the deepest part of his heart, but at the scarring sight of Drystan Fawcett with his hands inappropriately groping his wife, Adrian couldn't quite remember any of that, for his unyielding and previously tempered-over loathing for the other wizard was preoccupying all parts of his brain.

What did that cabrão do caralho--- pensa ele--- Adrian had tried very hard this season, been very good at keeping his head down and accepting Fawcett as the designated leader of the team to the best of his ability. But como isto continuou--- he was penosamente errado if he thought that Adrian would stand here and-- caralho!

Foda-se caralho! Adrian's hands balled together, fists preparing for what they were about to do next. After effectively shoveling away the select bodies between him and the couple, Adrian wasted no time in pulling the two apart with all the strength he possessed. Spinning Maggie around, he didn't even look at her as he took her place in front of Drystan, breathing hard.

"FILHO DA PUTA!" he bellowed, pressing his hands out to shove Drystan back. Anger ran clearly across his face, his brow furrowed so deeply the bridge of his nose undoubtedly ached.

“SEU RESTO DE PUNHETA MAL BATIDA!” Adrian yelled, and then promptly released his fisted hand toward Drystan’s face for a well-deserved punch.

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