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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BIANCA!!

jasper
2013-12-29 12:45 am UTC (link)

Screw work obligations, there were very important things going on in the loo, and if Octavius had a problem with her absence then Mira would all-too-happily shove her almost-prepared pregnancy potion in his face for a proper explanation as to why she had forgone all her party obligations to hide away in the girl's bathroom. At least Bianca was here, and had all too willingly hexed the door shut to ensure privacy during this tumultuous time. They had set up a work station of sorts at the sink, or at least, Bianca had while Mira miserably perched herself atop the head of the toilet and watched from afar.

Could she really be pregnant? Bianca seemed to believe so, or at least had very feverishly believed the possibility about an hour ago when Mira had told her that this stomach bug of hers was still persisting. A quick pop home for a potion, and back here they were, locked in one of the party's bathroom waiting for the potion to decide its answer. We just need to rule it out, Bianca had said, then it would be one less option!

She felt like she was going to be sick. Mira tipped her mask up so it covered her forehead instead of her eyes, and let out a chattery sigh. And what, exactly, was she going to tell Miles when she mysteriously reappeared after Merlin knew how long she had been gone? Her eyes widened at the next crawling thoughts of her concerning him, and Mira promptly buried her face into her hands.

It was not a few moments later that she heard what could only be described as sparks forming from thin air, and her head shot out of her hands to watch a beautiful display of gold flares jet out of the tip of the potion vial.

"Merlin's saggy left---" Mira immediately responded, covering her mouth with her own hands before she could finish her thought aloud. She was pregnant.

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persephones
2013-12-30 02:38 am UTC (link)

Bianca paced back and forth, eyes watching the vial behind the mask with sharp intent. Her best friend was pregnant, and while Bianca had been waiting for this moment ever since she became a mother (because obviously Aaron was going to grow up to be a prince and marry the princess that Mira was sure to give birth to), it was not supposed to happen in a public loo at a New Year's Eve party. The doors had indeed been shut, but knowing there were hundreds of people on the premise and that some would soon be banging on the door took away any intimacy they may have had.

It also didn't help that Bianca had no idea who the father of this child was, not---she assumed that Miles Lufkin was the culprit, but she had never imagined the flaky quidditch player would become such an important and permanent part of Mira's life. Did Bianca even want him to be? Of course---that was Mira's decision, but her best friend did not need a bloke who tended to disappear into the wind once the scent of another pretty girl wafted under his nose.

"I could punch him in the throat," Bianca seethed, just knowing that Lufkin was going to panic, that there was a good chance he'd flee---She stopped, crossing her arms over his chest. "Do you want me to preemptively beat some sense into him? Lufkin?"

She would. Part of her wished that there would be no father in the picture as thinking of Mira dealing with that sort of crap made Bianca's skin crawl with anger. She was sure---"What do you want to do?

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jasper
2014-01-06 12:31 am UTC (link)

She felt frozen, and Mira stared off distractedly into the distance with her hands still clamped over her mouth. What was she going to do? She had never, seriously, thought about the how and when of motherhood, just that for her to get there some kind of serious relationship with a wizard would have to be established first. She would never find herself pregnant without a husband or long-term boyfriend, Merlin no! Have you seen her? She was far too pretty for that to happen!

Well.

"What?" she echoed vaguely, still lost in thought. Had Bianca just mentioned... preemptive beatings? Here, in the loo? What was she going to do, march out there and drag Miles in kicking and---

Mira's tongue caught in her throat, and her relatively placid face broke. She had to tell Miles, she would have to tell everyone, and there would be questions that she would have to figure out how to answer, not to mention life things to figure out and--- What was she going to do this had never happened to her before-- well of course this had never happened to her before, it wasn't exactly like she had bundles of children running around or---

Jumping up from her seat, Mira felt a frenzied energy encompass her. She was pregnant, she was pregnant, there was an unborn being growing inside her--- holy shit! What was she going to do?!

"I don't know!" she finally let out in a panic. Wasn't this loo a bit small? It suddenly felt like the smallest bloody loo in all of England. "I don't--- I---"

A loud banging followed by a slur of shouts came from outside the door, and while usually not a jumpy witch, Mira found herself shaking at the prospect of having to deal with another soul at the moment. She gave Bianca a fleeting look across the room before promptly fleeing the room entirely.

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mileshigh
2014-01-06 06:38 pm UTC (link)

Usually, and he did mean usually, when Mira insisted on being his date for the evening, she tended to stay within pinching distance. Or grabbing, or kissing. That was how these nights normally went, and he was quite looking forward to starting the New Year off in this fashion. Miles frowned, lifting up his mask to try and find his wayward date. She'd been wearing a rather sparkly get up, so it shouldn't be too hard to find her, but...

Ah!

His grin disappeared quickly as he caught sight of the look of distress on Mira's face. Miles dropped his drink onto the tray of a passing waiter, pushing through the crowd without apology. He looked back to where she'd come from--the loo?

"Mademoiselle!" he called out to her, trying to keep his tone light, even though he was growing increasingly concerned. "Made---Mira!"

Miles made a quick stride to cut in front of her, putting his hands out and breathing a bit heavily. His smile was cautious and he bounced from foot to foot to keep her in front of him. Mira was one of the few people he dared to care about, so if something had occurred in the dark corridor leading to the loo--he disliked the fact that his mind jumped to something of that nature, but his fists clenched nonetheless.

"Leaving me to fend for myself at midnight?" he said, eyebrows high.

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jasper
2014-01-07 05:07 pm UTC (link)

Between the loo and the dance floor Mira had managed to wrap herself even further into frenzied alarm, resulting in a rather volatile and emotional manner of being. So, it was of little surprise that upon getting caught by Miles in her desperate attempt to leave unnoticed that she reacted poorly to the sight of him. Her eyes widened, and she almost automatically responded to him.

"I'm pregnant!" she blurted, actually unable to entertain any conversation topic less significant than the one currently encompassing her thoughts. He was worried about being left lonesome at midnight? Oh, well, then gladly she would gift him a legitimate concern to fret over! Mira pushed his hands away from her, as they were hovering dangerously close to her waist, and looked him straight in the eye. Her gaze may have been hallow, for nothing could truly distract her racing thoughts, but Mira attempted her very best at appearing wild.

She would have to start moving again, or else her legs would give way to their sickly nerves and collapse beneath her. Mira's hands went to her face for a moment, palms pushing into the side of her face as her mouth fumbled with what, if anything, else to say. There was always something to say, just like how there was always attention to be had, neither of which she appeared to want nor possess at the moment.

She was going to be sick. One hand flew to her stomach, and the other clamped over her own mouth. Stomach and throat boiling, Mira bent over enough for her hair to fall in front of her eyes. Stare broken with Miles, she took this moment as a chance to run, and immediately sought to do so. Using her shoulder like a battering ram, Mira thrust herself forward in hopes of becoming once again lost in the crowd.

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