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


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Entry tags: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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[info]estellerina
2013-12-28 02:02 am UTC (link)
Estella felt pretty, she felt drunk, and she felt like next year was going to be their best year yet! Caden's parents had happily taken the children for the night, promising lots of snacks, sugar, and midnight madness. Estella wasn't sure if her in-laws' house would be standing by the next morning, but at this moment she could not care less about it! She was pretty and drunk! It was a great evening!

She giggled into her hand, unsure of the last time she had been this tipsy. She really could not remember, as she usually avoided alcohol because one drink made her wobbly. As a health nut and someone who needed to keep a certain figure, Estella had a strict, strict diet which did not include alcohol. But it was New Years! New Years! It was New Years and she was wearing a pretty dress and she was drunk!

A warm feeling came over her as she adjusted the mask on her face, like a silk curtain dropping over her shoulders. She turned toward the man standing beside her, the one she'd just been having a lovely conversation about her dance studio with---apparently he had a young daughter too? Estella grinned, her hand running up his chest.

"You are not my husband," she purred, pushing up on her tiptoes.

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[info]westisbest
2013-12-28 02:11 am UTC (link)
West too could not recall the last time he'd had this much to drink -- in public, at least. He and Griff had their share of beers when the children were in bed, of course, but that was an entirely different matter than this New Year's Eve ball. It had been more of an insistence from his agent than anything that had brought him out to this thing -- you haven't been feeding your image, they'd tried to tell him.

As if he cared anything about his image any more. If they weren't going to fire him over being a bloody pouf, he was quite certain he'd have to lose an arm or a leg permanently to be kicked off his team now. He placed a hand on the back of Estella's neck to toy with her hair, his lips twitching into a charming smirk.

"And you're not mine, kitten." And yet he was still feeling very much drawn to her, to the rhinestones on her mask. He brought a fingertip up to trace the curve where the mask met her cheek. "But that ... doesn't seem like such a problem."

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[info]estellerina
2013-12-29 11:56 pm UTC (link)
That was a funny way to respond. Estella felt like there were little cartoon hearts floating around her head with the way she was staring up at this beautiful man, and she giggled madly. He was so handsome! At least, the bottom half of his face was handsome. She really wanted to see his full face, which was most definitely gloriously handsome, but first she needed to kiss those wonderful lips of his.

Estella closed the distance between them and locked lips with her masked suitor. Oh, what a kiss! It was sweet, but full of meaning. Full of tongue as well. Tongue was good. Mmm. She really did love kissing, she did it a lot with...with that bloke she lived with. Estella couldn't recall his name at the moment, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was this tall, dashing man in front of her. Who was her? Who was he that he got her so riled and excited?

Goodness.

They broke apart and Estella's mind swirled. She needed to see his face more clearly. Her hand reached out and she pushed his mask up his forehead. West Sumpter! He was gay, wasn't he? How strange that they'd decided to be soul mates. Estella pulled off her own mask, so that her love could get a proper view of her lovely makeup, and the shock of the mask's jinx hit her like a bolt of lightening.

"YOU ARE NOT MY HUSBAND!" she shrieked, backing away and putting her hands up to her chest as if he was going to grab her again. Estella knew West from the various quidditch events, and she reached out and punched him in the arm, "WEST! How could you?!"

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[info]westisbest
2014-01-05 12:59 am UTC (link)
The moment she lifted up his mask, it was as if a fog had been lifted from his vision. A pretty lady in front of him, sure, but one that he recognized as Flint's wife. And he had most definitely just had his tongue down her throat. After a quick scan around the crowd to determine that the other man wasn't within punching distance just yet, he simply half-smirked.

"What? How could I?" He playfully flinched away when she punched him (okay, now he definitely knew she was Flint's wife, because she actually hit like she meant it) and raised an eyebrow at the woman. "You were the one slipping me the French there, sweetheart. Just calm down, now. Obviously we both just ... lost our heads." He chuckled, though.

"Was it really that bad, love? Come now, I know I'm a good kisser, and I have kissed my share of girls."

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