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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chickidy
2014-01-04 02:20 am UTC (link)

Another year, another wonderful WWN party! Glenda would really have to commend Octavius for out-doing himself this year. The location was spectacular, the food delicious, and the theme one she found herself fully enjoying! When was the last time she had happily attended a masquerade ball? Far too long! She could barely remember! These masks made her professional obligations so much easier; they made it actually fun to spot and guess who was behind the mask, not to mention transitioning into matters important to the WWN (funding, scheduling, discussion topics) incredibly easy. Before too long, time had passed far too quickly and midnight was upon her! Where was her wonderful date?

Glenda rose up onto her tiptoes, hoping to catch the top of Vinny's head over the crowd. But the floor had become too ingested, making it virtually impossible to pick out any discernible features, let alone the ones of her handsome quidditch boyfriend. But surely, he would be looking for her right now as well? Feeling a pinch of anxiety fill her, Glenda next thought that perhaps she should send out a flare of sorts!

That would be a bit dramatic, wouldn't it? She pocketed her wand, thinking that, yes, that would be. She supposed it wouldn't be the end of the world if she didn't get the chance to snog him tonight, as any other night he was hers to snog. That thought, she supposed, put things in perspective, and just as Glenda had decided to skirt off to the bathroom to avoid any awkward confusion, another thought hit her.

Or she could snog this fine gentleman standing purposely in front of her. A smile to match his quickly crept onto her face, and together they approached each other with hands extended.

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fictitious
2014-01-04 05:27 pm UTC (link)

Henry was more than ready to put an end to this miserable year. Once again forced to a public event because of contractual obligations, he kept his physical radius within the long counter of the bar. As often as he scolded his clients about excessive drinking, it wasn't as if Henry didn't understand it. It was easier than dealing with all the rampant thoughts that tended to infuse themselves in the supposed merriment of the holidays. Henry had anticipated the Christmas season being difficult without Heidi, but he'd underestimated how bloody hard they would be. His son was still far too young to understand the season and dream of Santa, but his family had taken it into their own hands to make the last weeks of December were festive for Bran. There would be wonderful pictures to look at in the years to come, but all the intended excitement managed for Henry was to press him harder into misery.

It didn't help that...it didn't help that Henry himself wasn't feeling misery solely because of his lost fiancée. It included a guilt, a deep rooted guilt that had been egging away at him for the past few months. The unanswered owls from Therese Bonaccord sat piled on his desk at work, not even unraveled but they managed to tease and ridicule his cowardly ways. There was no denying that he found the woman attractive, and that had been proven the night of the St. Mungo's gala when he'd snogged her senseless, but---it was too soon, wasn't it? It wasn't fair to Heidi's memory, what kind of bloke did that make it?

And most of all, quite certainly, it was highly inappropriate for Henry to be lusting after one of his client's former girlfriends. She was the only reason Michal Conway Lynch had gotten off so easily ('easily') in their last meeting; Henry's guilt at this unknown betrayal kept him from doing more than just verbally abusing his client.

When he'd somehow managed to spot Therese in the crowd, it only amplified the feelings that he was doing something wrong and distasteful...and then he watched as she was approached by a taller, seemingly more dashing fellow than Henry himself, and his misery deepened. He pushed his mask down from his forehead to cover his eyes, feeling like hiding away. What a feeling. Henry blinked, his hand placing his drink on the counter as it occurred to him that this miserable feeling had just been wiped away by one of yearning and longing. What was he doing here just sitting, waiting? Staring. He should do something about it. He would! He pushed through the crowd toward his target, sure that this would completely sweep her off her feet and he'd never question his intentions again.

"There you are," he said, taking the blonde woman's hands before kissing her soundly. A vague thought that he had remembered Therese having darker hair flitted through his mind, but Henry found that this woman, this woman, was far more entrancing.

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