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g ↔ f ↔ ρ ([info]chickidy) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-08-11 19:26:00


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Entry tags:caden flint, carys llewellyn, darien dobbs, dianna dobbs, drake parkin, edward pennifold, estella flint, felicia bulstrode, felix ackerly, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, group, kendall broadmoor, marissa macfusty, martin boot, nicole boot, sturgis podmore

EVERYONE! PARTY THREAD
Running her fingers through the folds of her dress, Glenda let no pleat or invisible lint go unattended to as she sat. Her dress was far too beautiful for those kinds of blemishes, and the task had proven to be a manageable distraction that was getting her through the rest of the night until it was professionally and socially acceptable to leave.

Oh, that sounded horrible. She really shouldn't be so unwilling to attend her own party. The WWN had really outdone itself, inviting practically the whole of the Wizarding World to help 'welcome her back' to Britain's airwaves. The network had been more than happy to accept her back when she (Sturgis) had contacted them, but had made no mention of something like this until last week after everything had been finalized. All she had asked for was her job back, but apparently her celebrity status had grown substantially with her absence and things like this had become necessary.

She had spent the first good part of the party clutching tightly onto Sturgis' arm, feeling not only uneasy but lost as witch after wizard continued to appear in front of her, asking questions, telling jokes and attempting to have ernest conversations with the woman of the hour. It felt strange having so many familiar faces and names rushed back upon her, and many times already she had wished she was her formal self. If this had been three years ago, Glenda knew she would have chatted up the entire room already instead of giving half-empty smiles, dutiful nods and soft answers.

Now, though, Sturgis had long ago left her side. A tactic she knew no doubt had been purposefully planned down to the minute. It had generated the same feeling within Glenda when he had shown up an hour early before this whole thing started, asking if she minded escorting him, and then offering to drop Tristan off at her Aunt and Uncle's to ensure that she would have enough time to get ready because she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She knew he was only trying to help with her readjustment process, which made her love, and hate, him more because of it.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Glenda looked up to catch glimpses of the party from outside. Her aimless wandering had lead her to party's outside grounds, a rather nice garden area with sparkling lights and nearby fountain. A few people were nearby, but she didn't mind much. The atmosphere reminded her of Italy.


OOC: soo it's safe to assume Gleny basically knows everyone, WWN would've made sure all friends were here LOL and if she didn't, all famous people were invited anyway so YAY



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[info]marridgeback
2011-08-13 03:01 am UTC (link)
Ah, there he was.

"I was beginning to think you decided to climb out the restroom window and abandon me here," she said with a small smile of her own. She lifted up her glass and took a sip of it, glad that using her metal hand was starting to feel natural. For months after she'd lost her hand she'd tried to learn to do things left-handed, which had ended with a lot of spilled drinks and plates dropped on the floor.

Learning to do spells and charms and things would've been out of the question, and she hadn't wanted to blow herself up again because of some sort of misguided desire to be able to use her 'natural' limbs to cast spells. Once she'd given in to her hand, she'd found it wasn't really so different. She pushed up and out of her chair, wanting Darien to know that she was in fact happy to see him -- and leaned in to kiss his cheek briefly.

"I'm glad you didn't abandon me, at least. Have you had enough to drink yet to pretend you're having a good time?" Because if he hadn't, she supposed she could get him something from the bar since she had been the one to drag him here despite his apparent lack of enthusiasm. She had spent enough time being (and being around people who were) depressed that she could tell something was off about Darien, but she didn't think she really had the right to ask him what was wrong unless he opened up to her about it first.

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[info]littled
2011-08-13 06:05 am UTC (link)
He forced a chuckle at her first comment, feeling a bit sick about it as he did so. Everything was forced and it wasn't fair to Marissa that she had just chanced to meet him right before such a devastating thing had happened and flipped his personality around. She had chosen to go out with him at first because she needed someone who could take her out, show her fun, make her feel better about things... Darien had always been that guy, right until the day after he'd met her. Now he was acting like a kicked puppy; unable to enjoy anything, much less try to spark enjoyment in someone else.

The guilt punched him in the gut once more, a bit harder now, when she called him out on it.

Shit.

"I'm really sorry," he groaned. There was no use in denying it, and he figured it might have been the first genuine thing he'd done since they'd been there. "It's not you, it's just--"

Darien stopped, frowning, and thought better of telling her. Truthfully, not only did he not want to relive the news again, but he wasn't entirely sure he should tell anyone. The whole thing had been such a private pain for Dianna and he was sure she didn't want the whole world knowing, even if it was someone she'd never met. "I'm distracted."

Speaking of distractions, his mind was sidetracked at that very moment by a strange glint of gold, and his eyes drew themselves to his date's hand. Or... wait, what was that? He hoped the confusion didn't seem like disgust as it flashed across his face and he became fixated very suddenly with whatever was going on with Marissa's hand.

"That's a very--" weird "--interesting glove."

Except that definitely was not a glove... Damn, he was really off his game if he hadn't noticed that thing before.

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[info]marridgeback
2011-08-14 10:48 pm UTC (link)
At least he was admitting that something was wrong rather than insisting that nothing was wrong -- that got old extremely fast. She furrowed her brows when he started to tell her what was wrong and then faltered. If she was honest, she was a bit relieved that he wasn't going to just blurt out to her exactly what was wrong with him. They hadn't known each other very long, and she could still cling to the hope that he'd just be someone fun to be around for a few more moments, at least.

When he looked to her hand, though, she couldn't help the snort. "Are you for real, Darien? I wasn't going to bring it up if you didn't, but it's certainly not a glove."

She felt the sudden compulsion to finish the rest of her drink and then turn back to him, eyes only a tad sharp. "Did you honestly not notice it before, or are you just being irrationally mean?" She really hoped it was the former and not the latter, since she had actually started to like him.

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[info]littled
2011-08-16 03:34 am UTC (link)
Darien felt almost as if he had been suddenly jolted awake at Marissa's reaction to his question. His eyes widened a bit and he put his hands up in defense, as if claiming 'not it!'; ironically probably the first flash of his childish side that he had shown anyone in days. Gut reaction and all, though. She had managed to fairly mortify him with her assumption that he was attempting to be mean. That was really the last thing he needed her to think of him given how the night was going already.

"No, I'm not--!" he stuttered quickly, mentally face-palming as he did so. "I didn't notice at all, I don't know---I really mean it, I wasn't trying to be mean!"

Oy vey. The last thing he needed was for a hot girl who he fairly liked to think he was a prat on top of everything else going wrong in his life. Then again, he hadn't taken his mind off of Dianna so much as he had in that moment of self-defense. It wasn't like it would last, but it was at least a momentary reprieve from the constant thoughts of suffocating hopelessness.

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[info]marridgeback
2011-08-16 05:45 pm UTC (link)
She watched with some amusement as he put his hand up and then started stuttering, shaking her head. Marissa couldn't help the smirk that her lips slid into after a moment. "Well, you're lucky that you're cute when you're oblivious and desperate to explain yourself."

She put down her glass and flashed him a very slight smile. "At least you're being honest. I mean, I'm not exactly sure how you didn't notice it before, but I do believe you." What was it with her being interested in men who had very nice hair, but some sort of crippling inability in some department? She couldn't have just seen someone who was well-rounded. Ha.

"If you're really having a terrible time, we can go. Unlike the famous ladies and gents here, I'm not obliged to stay for appearance's sake."

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