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

Entry tags:

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.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

mmmsodreamy
2014-01-04 02:54 am UTC (link)

Orion had gone to the New Years Eve party with the goal of having a good time. A masquerade wasn't exactly his idea of 'fun', but he knew most of his friends would be there, and what better way to welcome in a new year than by getting smashed and kissing a pretty girl at midnight? He didn't know who he would wind up locking lips with, but he did know where the bar was located, and headed there to work on his buzz.

When he went back for a second drink, he found himself waiting beside a brunette in a very pretty dress. Admittedly her attire - more specifically, how she was wearing it - was what had initially captured his attention, though the bright blue eyes that peered at him from behind her mask were just too pretty to look away from. From what he could tell, the blue-eyed witch didn't seem to be there with anyone, so he decided to stay at the bar for a bit. One drink turned into two, and then three, and then he started to lose track. They had just finished with a round of shots when he slid his glass across the counter back towards the bartender, turning back towards her.

"I'm finding it increasingly hard to believe you came here alone," he said with a smirk, wondering when the space between them had become so minimal. "I bet you could have any bloke in this place." His eyes scanned the room, but he looked back at her again, a devious twinkle in those hazel eyes of his. "Those eyes alone could bring a wizard to his knees."

(Reply to this)(Thread)

alongday
2014-01-04 06:36 pm UTC (link)

It had become alarmingly evident that Therese could not make and evening out of these large social gatherings without a drink or two in her system. Problematic? Quite. She'd always found it much harder to take her own advice than the words of supposed wisdom that she treated her patients with, and this past year was proving that even further. But! So long to 1984! Tonight was the end of all that rubbish, and tomorrow would prove to be the start of a much better go at this difficult thing called life.

Spending some of the evening with Mackenzie and Sebastian had been quite fun, indeed, but as the evening pressed forward they were separated and Therese found herself the center of a very tall and dashing man's attention. She'd always been very good at holding conversations, but with the mix of the revelry going on about them and their choice of drinks, Therese felt herself becoming much more bold. Fresh, even! She touched the side of her mask, silently giving it a bit of credit towards her confidence as well. It was always much easier to do things you normally wouldn't when under a disguise, wasn't it? Even if it wasn't much of a disguise, at that.

"It was my decision to come alone," she lied. She'd only come because Mackenzie had insisted it would be good for all of their spirits. Wash away the miserable past year with a lovely evening out. Her friend was proving to be right. "I thought it would be interesting to see how the night went from there."

(Reply to this)(Parent)

(Read comments) -

scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status