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

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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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fire
2013-12-29 02:51 am UTC (link)

Names? He wanted names? How could this masked man mustachioed man be asking her something so trivial as her name In fact, how could be doing something as trivial as talking, when they were in the middle of doing something so much more delicious?

Her disbelief might also have stemmed from the fact that she couldn't really remember her name at the moment. But it would come to her. It was something that started with a capital letter, of course. And she was certain it had an 'A' in it. It might even have had two.

"Mmm, who knows," she said between kisses. Melania grabbed him by the collar and yanked him even closer, if such a thing was possible. "Who cares?"

As nice as kissing this—Iwan, had he said?—was, she could not deny that further ministrations of her were being impeded by the object concealing his face (just his, of course). "This is getting in the way—" she managed between peppering his neck with kisses, sliding her hand up from their low perch on his waist (and maybe taking a grab or stroke or pinch where it suited her) and up the nape of his neck to untie the strings of his mask.

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mckinnons
2013-12-29 06:31 pm UTC (link)

The mask slipped off and Iwan snapped back into reality.

"Oooh, ohhh no," Iwan squeaked, hands going up and high as if trying to prove his innocence. Not again! Not again! Last New Year's he'd ended up kissing not his date, and now---now this was not Marissa! His girlfriend! The girlfriend who lived with him and had a golden hand that could strangle him with great strength. The girlfriend he loved! The girlfriend who could tame dragons! The girlfriend who could sic a dragon on him!

"No, no, nonono!"

"Excuse me, miss!" he said, attempting to pull himself away from the vixen in red but finding himself pinned to the wall. Merlin, how was she so strong? How could her lips against his skin have felt so good just moments before and now felt like each touch was scalding hot, burning him with infidelity?

---oy! OY! Iwan's face burnt deeply as her hands took on a generous amount of---him. "MISS!"

His voice went up a few octaves, and desperate for an escape, Iwan put his hands squarely on her shoulders to push her to arms length. He kept his elbows locked, eyes wide with confusion, shock, and deep dread about the trouble he was going to be in. "Stopgrabbingmeplease!"

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fire
2014-01-06 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Her jaw dropped immediately as her hands were forced to fall away . This ginger, who unquestionably made the first move, was suddenly acting as if she was some kind of… sexual leper? A molesting, sexual leper!

"Well, how do you like that!" she demanded, brows pulled so low down on her face that her hairline began to move forward. She yanked off her mask and scowled deeply at this—this Iwan!.

Of all the nerve! She not only would never have willingly kissed a ginger, but he was far too tall for her. Far too tall for her tastes, and far too much of a redhead, and now he was spurning her?

"You grabbed me!" Melania swatted the wizard shrinking away with her mask, tossing her hair away from her face furiously. She threw it at him with an air of finality, then made to sweep away, snapping over her shoulder "And don't you forget it!"

She needed to find Liddie and Max immediately.

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