the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in 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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spinnets
2013-12-29 06:00 am UTC (link)

This year was going to end, and it was going to end with a kiss, and it was going to fix everything that had gone wrong. Charlie was, at heart, an optimist, so while he was still struggling to deal with his injury and rehabilitation, it was nice to be out with his friends. Penny looked beautiful and he planned to enjoy the night as it was a rather important occasion for them, and he'd got to spend time with his teammates, who had had a bit of a rough year in their own rights.

He stood, nursing his drink as he watched the orchestra. It wasn't that Charlie really enjoyed this sort of music, but his slightly drunken and tired state had him entranced with how quickly the fingers of the musicians moved. Octavius really knew what he was doing, because if he could get Charlie of all people to sit through this classical performance, then he could get anyone to do anything. The thought of his friend captured Charlie's attention and he began to look around for Octavius, so it took a couple of pokes and prods to break his concentration.

"What," he said, the ringing of the bells in his ears causing his short-lived irritation to disappear. Charlie felt like he was seeing stars, and before he could see the culprit who had tapped him on the shoulder (rather hard, thanks), he was being kissed. Kissed. He knew he'd get a kiss or two tonight.

Her dress was a bit fluffier than he'd remembered it being, but maybe he hadn't gotten a good look at with his mask on. Her lips tasted different too, but amazing nonetheless. Charlie wrapped his arms around his snogging partner, wondering how he could've wasted any time watching the orchestra or tossing exploding gobstones into the drinks of the Falcons players when he could've been snogging her. Her, the most irresistible woman on the planet, the woman he'd never get enough of, the woman whose name escaped him.

He was certain this was not his girlfriend, Penelope. The certainty did not force the kiss to cease, however, and Charlie kept a strong hold on the woman, unwilling to part from her.

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malengled
2014-01-06 06:12 pm UTC (link)

Their bodies fit together in a manner quite different from the way Rachel was accustomed to.

She didn't quite think anything of it. She had worn taller shoes than usual, and perhaps he was slouching slightly, though she would have to tell him that was horrendous for his posture. They were also kissing more fervently than she generally allowed in public, but they were wearing masks, and it was not as if her dress robes, or lack thereof, were not already attracting gobs of attention.

All of this, Rachel let slide as she pressed herself closer and closer to the warm body of the wizard she was kissing in a manner that nearly bordered on violent, ignoring the jostlings and tuggings and proddings of the crowd surging around them. In an effort to meld herself into the arms of her handsome partner, Rachel tightened her hold around his neck, heedless of the ribbon holding her mask up untangling. Good, she thought, pleased. The masks were only impeding their ability to get closer to one another, anyway.

Only as she grabbed a fistful of sandy blonde hair, quite unlike the dark brown she was used to, did anything register as amiss.

Who did she make a habit of snogging that was blonde, Rachel wondered quite dizzily.

Not her husband!

This was not as alarming as the following thought, which was that she had no idea who this man was.

"EXCUSE ME!" Rachel snapped, lurching backward as she clapped a hand to her gaping mouth. Before she knew it, her other hand had slapped him quite neatly across his cheekbone, the sound echoing around them like a crack!

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