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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]bestzeller
2013-12-31 03:25 am UTC (link)
She had wanted to kiss Gabriel Corner since 1974.

Bess sighed in content as his lips trailed up her jawline. Gabriel Corner. Gabriel Corner! He was the dreamboat that every girl in her year had fawned over at one point in their life. His hair curled in the most perfect of ways, his jaw was made of steel. He was simply...he was simply the epitome of a man. He was a man, and he’d pulled her to him with such ease that Bess felt like they’d been doing this her whole life.

Her eyes opened as she let out a happy sigh, and she noticed that the rest of the dance floor was literally wrapped up in each other. Huh. That was peculiar. She submitted to Gabriel’s requests for a few more kisses, but her eyes continued to move over the crowd. While her mind was fogged, it had not completely forgotten...she knew who some of these people were, like that one couple...and a tugging feeling in her chest told her that there was a reason she did.

To get a better look, Bess pushed up her mask and felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her. She shrieked, startling Gabriel and causing him to back away. She felt--she felt filthy!

“What’s wrong, my love?” he said, stepping towards her again. Bess gasped and swiftly slapped him across the face, sending his mask flying into the crowd. Gabriel looked aghast and she watched as pure horror overcame him as he took in the sight of her.

“Oh my---I am so sorry--!”

Bess’ face screwed up and she didn’t wait for him to finish his apology. This couldn’t be happening, what had come over her? Not again, she couldn’t have had yet another man’s lips on hers, it---The ballroom was frantic with shouts of protest, intensive snogging, and...and none of it made any sense. Her mind whirled, and she made her way to the last place she could remember seeing Drystan. Bess pushed guests out of the way, not bothering to excuse herself and----she froze at the sight of her husband wrapped up with...she had seethed at that little wench earlier in the night, flouncing about the party as if she didn’t have a husband and children in that barely there red dress.

Her fists clenched, ready to tear every hair out of Maggie Brand’s head. She wanted to---Bess felt the hot tears sting her eyes. She knew that--that something had to have caused this, as she had just been snogging Gabriel Corner without any reason as to why, but the sight of Drystan and her, of all people! Of all people! Bess let out a breath and disapparated with a loud crack, unable to handle any of this ruined night.

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