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the only octavius o. pepper ([info]dinglealltheway) wrote in [info]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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[info]starcrossed
2014-01-17 04:36 am UTC (link)
Adian hadn't even the time to think about how much Louis was going to kill him before Winnie was unlacing the strings of his mask and sending his heart and head into an adrenalined state of terror, excitement, disappointment, and longing. Surely, he had thought, his identity flub would buy him more time to think about what to do, or at least come up to some semblance of an idea as to how to grapple with this unreal storm of conflicted thoughts brewing with him concerning Winnie Llewellyn. But no, his kisses had not succeeded in fully distracting her, and now she desired visual proof which he did not have and how could she mistake a wizard she had gone to school and lived with for seven years? No, he was running out of time and couldn't keep this going any longer even though he very much wished to and---

"Don't!" Adian yelped, his hands jumping to stop Winnie's from making any more progress on his mask than they already had. Except, that sounded bad, didn't it? This whole thing sounded--- bad, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't, he really couldn't---

"I mean---" Adian shook his head lightly, his fingers curling around hers to hold them tightly. He looked down at Winnie briefly, brows furrowing before glancing up and noticing that... there seemed to be a lot of chaos going on around them. Like, an absurd amount, an amount that apparently included people fighting each other? On the ground? And screaming, there was a lot of screaming going on....

"I have to go!" he stated suddenly, truly believing that, in a strange way, this was his only option. They may have to part, but at least... she wouldn't start skinning him alive until later? There were still a few precious moments of bliss, still? Honestly his brain felt so muddled and thick nothing really quite made much sense, and Adian felt like he was running on pure, fresh emotion.

"I'm sorry!" Adian rushed, and seizing the moment, immediately moved his hands to hold her face again and steal away one final fierce kiss. It would be their last, he was sure, for when she found out the truth... the ends of his mouth turned downward into a frown. "I'm sorry," he repeated, but instead of declaring it like before, whispered it in her ear before attempting to back away and become lost in the hectic crowd.

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