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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otets
2014-01-07 06:52 pm UTC (link)

Nicodemo shot a dark look at a witch in black waltzing away as he rubbed a spot on his hindquarters sourly. Larkin had sworn she wouldn't leave him unprotected tonight, but a hunt for hors d'oeuvres had turned into a twelve minute long odyssey which left him (and his arse, which even he—as if such a thing were rare—would admit looked quite superb) very vulnerable. Ordinarily, a lazy lothario such as Nicodemo Penrose would welcome the saucy advances of a beguiling witch, but a charity ball in Prague, a cotillion in the United States, and a governor's ball in Cairo had shown him society ladies were far a bawdier, and altogether stickier, nuisance than their less-refined counterparts. Though the flesh was willing, the mind was far, far too weary in Nicodemo's case.

After sixteen minutes and several circling witches, he decided to retrace her steps, cursing her quite heartily when the trail led him to be presented with the scene of Larkin, in the kitchen, being hailed as a queen by the house-elves.

"You're a bad friend," he said accusingly, jabbing a finger at her, which earned him muted looks of disapproval from her loyal subjects as they milled about performing their duties.

Plucking grapes off a passing platter, he said with a slightly full mouth, "I'm bored, my arse has been pinched three times, there are no drinks to speak of a man of my stature can pridefully indulge in, I'm bored, and there's balcony access to the second floor up through there," Nicodemo then pointed upwards outside of the kitchens while still looking at Larkin reproachfully. "And I'm bored. And hungry; were you ever coming back?"

These were the reasons Nicodemo liked to insist they be on an entirely different continent during the eve of the new year.

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hark
2014-01-08 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Her eyes snapped open, and Larkin's hands and shoulders dropped so suddenly that her makeshift bread crown slipped off-kilter.

"Am not!" she retorted, setting aside her celery scepter and onion orb on a nearby cutting board. Was it her fault that in the quest for food she had befriended a couple of creatures along the way? No, of course not, not when they promised to bake, create, or cook anything she desired. Her hands settled on her hips as she looked at Nicodemo dubiously.

Plus, she really hadn't been gone from Nico's side for that long.

And, furthermore, since when had he become so opposed to arse pinches?

"A man of your stature?" Larkin echoed, one of her brows popping up in an amused manner. Oh, he was in a mood. Withholding a snort (and rolling her eyes), she instead rose up on her toes to look over Nicodemo's shoulders, hoping to spot what she had been waiting for. Ah! There it was.

"Thank you," she said, slipping around Nico to meet one of the smaller house-elves levitating a large tray over his head toward them. Larkin plucked up the platter in all the kitchen chaos below their hips, brandishing it in front of her friend with a dramatic flourish. "Look what I had made!"

It was a platter of meat kabobs, settled next to a hearty portion of humus (a plate she would have to tell Octavius they should be serving), something Larkin now hoped with help curb Nicodemo's grumpy mood. Her previously lost mask was on the platter as well, and she quickly grabbed it as to not misplace it again.

"You love meat!" she encouraged, and smiling widely she brought the plate closer to his face. "Second floor balcony access after food!"

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otets
2014-01-15 11:24 pm UTC (link)

He did, he had to admit as he reached blindly for a kabob, love meat.

There had been a period in his life, a period he liked to not dwell upon, when Nicodemo insisted he could thrive only on vegetation. The details of the mad diet eluded him (it had not been due to a fetching witch he had, as was rare for him, failed to make time with), but there was no mistaking that it had been a dark 76 days for all who encountered him. The bright spot through it all was the lifelong appreciation of hummus Nicodemo had been left with, thanks to his time spent excavating Grecian ruins.

As he chewed thoughtfully, he eyed Larkin's willing minions in the frenzied completion of the night's nibbles and bites. "Are you telling me we can't persuade these adoring creatures of yours to arrange us a nice spread on the roof?" He brandished his rapidly diminishing spear of succulently smoked meat at her in challenge.

"I bet we could." Hands freed and now seeking something to do, Nico juggled some tomatoes and a potato, oblivious to the dark look of a passing elf. "In fact, I wager we could have second floor balcony access with food."

Tossing them neatly into a countertop bowl, he caught the last tomato with his teeth, which he bit with a satisfying crunch.

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