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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flower
2013-12-30 04:24 am UTC (link)

A smug smile appeared on her lips, and innocently Rose pulled her hands behind her back. Who, her? Why, that had been purely accidental. She had been having a perfectly enjoyable forced-fun night out with Thomas, and, if during it she had just so happened to sensualize whatever fleeting glances she shared with Axe, then... Rose pulled her mouth back, and ran her tongue along the bottom part of her lips.

Alright, she would admit it, but only because it seemed that she was having increasing difficulty control her thoughts and actions tonight; his attention pleased her. Just like his golden nest hair, and especially when he spoke french... there were a lot of surprising things that eternally pleased her about Axe Brookstanton. Not that she could tell him. He knew, already, she was sure, and there was no need to bolster his already plumbed feathers.

Rose's carefully crafted face and posture broke at this amusing thought, and all of the sudden she emitted the most amused of snorts at the mental image of Axe Brookstanton dressed-up like a plumb feathery bird. That was funny, she wished she could share that image with him---

It was fortunate that he had already pressed close to her, for Rose was unsure how trustworthy her legs had become. They felt a bit wobbly, at random times, so just to be safe (safety first!), she unceremoniously dropped her arms atop his shoulders and bumped her knees into each other for support. Her head docked back to look up at him (where was his mask?), and sucking in a deep breath of air, it was like she was preparing for the most momentous of responses.

It was, really.

"You have the most best-looking genes," Rose declared, head bobbling as she spoke. Rose watched Axe with heavy-lidded eyes through her mask, having, over time, completely forgotten it was even there. It wasn't as if she was exactly aware of her surroundings either, so being expected to remember something she couldn't see was ridiculous.

"Did you know that? You're distracting." She poked his chest pointedly.

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incharge
2014-01-15 10:39 pm UTC (link)

"Mmm, yes, I have heard it told—said." He trailed his mask lightly down her face as he smirked.

Anyone else who had received this cat mask may have worn it with dismay and growing resentment, but Axe had donned with grace and aplomb and took delight in crowing over his friends and teammates that he was the only one who might wear it, due to his cat-like reflexes and agility.

He'd also briefly had the thought that had Rose an opportunity to spot him in the crowd with this on, she'd delight in torturing him over it. If, at a later date, she remembered him, his mask, and this party, it was very likely she might, but that seemed a very lofty goal for Rose's current state.

Axe had a sneaking suspicion that this very pretty flower had been exceptionally well-watered tonight, and he was about to reap the benefits.

Her mask had slipped off-centre as she prowled close to him and fixated herself with his chest, not that he could blame her, and rather than fix it, he pushed it up so it sat atop her head. Axe leaned in very close as he did so, gaze fixed intently on her mouth, before pulling away with a regretful sigh.

"Hélas, I can do no more. You are far too—" He shot her a sly look as he tapped her chin lightly, "drunk."

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flower
2014-01-18 05:58 am UTC (link)

Her face popped alive, eyes shooting open wide and jaw dropping in the most scandalized of reactions. Had he just ruined a titillating build up with an incredibly bold-faced lie? Yes, Axe most certainly had, for Rose could attest she had been feeling perfectly sultry with her heavy-lidded lean and easy smile, but now all she felt was the deep, deep burn of indignation.

And she had so been ready to snog his stunning french face off.

“I am not!” Rose squawked, and jerkily pulled one of her hands down to jab his chest with her palm. Or at least, it had been intended as a jab but was ultimately executed as a lackluster shove balanced unsteadily with her other hand resolvedly latched tightly near his neck. Her legs were, after all, deemed untrustworthy, and Rose couldn't afford to completely let go of potentially the only thing still holding herself completely straight up.

Which was not an indication of said supposed 'far too drunkenness,' but a show of how sturdily built this golden beast before her was. Was that her fault? Absolutely not. Simply a show of how helpful he was when not being the rudest of teases.

"That is--- that--- that's--" Rose sought to continue, but quickly found that her tongue was stumbling over itself. Time to move onto the next word. "Prep--- pre--- pra---" Preposterous! Her brow furrowed temporarily, her eyes moving away from his as she thought hard about what she was trying to say and was failing so miserably at.

"But it's New Year's!" she cried out suddenly, a honest tone of dejection and yearning in her voice. Rose withheld sticking out her bottom lip, but did not hold back the deep comical frown now set on her face. Her boyfriend wouldn't even snog her on New Year's? What a load of dung that was.

"You must snog me!" She had now returning to poking Axe in the chest again, head leaned back on her own shoulder to make sure he would see just how sad her face looked.

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incharge
2014-01-21 02:28 am UTC (link)

It was Axe's greatest delight that the more intoxicated people became, the harder they denied being such.

Rose Knightley was, joyfully so, no exception. Axe had never seen her quite this far gone, but could never pass up the opportunity to rag, and rag endlessly.

"Must I?" he protested, which was a testament to his wonderful skill as an actor, because while he was pouting and looking altogether put-out, he was fighting very hard against the twitching upturns of his lips. Instead, he sighed once more, heavily this time, and slumped his shoulders.

Bon! He was certainly in the wrong profession. Axe deserved one—what was it they were called? Ah, yes—un César.

All the while appearing to contemplate this dilemma, he subtly inched backwards as Rose continued to use his neck and shoulders as an anchor for her swaying self, so she was forced to either lean very far forward, or hobble along with him on her unsteady-appearing feet.

"Very well," said Axe at long last, as if it was the greatest of chores and he the most unwilling, disinterested of participants, extending his hands helplessly (all the better to catch her with, should she not wise up to what he was doing and steady herself). "If I must."

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flower
2014-01-24 10:40 pm UTC (link)

She had not noticed Axe's subtle retreat, and Rose was quite surprised when all of the sudden she found her hands free, palms extended out into negative space. Her jaw hung half open (midway through declaring that yes, he must! She would not fall for his crocodile tears!) in confused contemplation, for she had not remembered stepping away from him. Though it was entirely possible, for the air and earth around her tonight seemed much more dynamic and flowing than normal.

But now--- Rose glanced down wearily at her feet. It felt like she was tilted forward slightly, which did not help with balancing untrustworthy legs. She shook her head (which actually resulted in an entire body shake), and immediately bounded forward, simply deciding these menial concerns were unworthy of thought space.

After a significant trip that may have resulted in jamming both her elbows into Axe's hands and temporarily loosing sight, a greedily accomplished smile plastered itself on Rose's face. As she looked at him, one hand crawled slowly up the side of his neck, prickling a content journey across skin.

"You must," Rose sighed dreamily, and closed her eyes as she tugged Axebanger Brookstanton down toward her lips. Unbeknownst to her, the moment his mouth touched hers a bright flash from behind the bushes light up the patio, followed by a couple of familiar mechanical clicks.

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