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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starcrossed
2013-12-31 04:03 am UTC (link)

Anneliese blinked hazily, her eyes heavy like they were full of dust. Have another...? Her head cocked slightly, as her mind tried to wrap around the scene in front of her. It was midnight, she understood, on New Year's Eve. And, she and her husband had decided to pop over to England to celebrate, for they hadn't been in a while. Except... Anneliese raised her hand to her mouth, fingers pressing against her lips. This wizard wasn't her husband, she hadn't been just been kissing her husband, so why... hadn't she been kissing her husband?

She lingered steady for a moment, very seriously thinking about this new offer. Would she like to give it another go, then? That was a very good question. That snog had been quite good, and Anneliese found herself feeling torn between wanting to very much and feeling relatively indifferent. Was that possible? Just when she had decided that yes, she would quite like to, out of the corner of her eye a flying fist zoomed past her ear and planted itself right beneath her intended kisser's eye near his nose.

Anneliese shrieked, and stumbled back, accidentally skewing her own mask in the process. What had--- who was--- Will? Was that Elphias? HAD SHE JUST SNOGGED ELPHIAS?!

"WILL!" Anneliese screeched, watching in horror as Elphias fell to the ground. She jumped forward with her hands out in hopes of grabbing whatever excess fabric of her husband's robes that she could. "WILL! WILL! WILL!" she continued to scream, legs and arms moving quickly to divert his attention from her former housemate.

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willss
2013-12-31 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Will's mask on his head had lasted two minutes, tops. He'd been forced to wear it while entering the ballroom and it foot hadn't fully planted on the floor of the ballroom that his hand pushed it up to his forehead. He'd spent far too much of his life behind a mask and he certainly didn't want what should be a pleasant evening ruined by it. There hadn't been much of a protest on his part, as being back in the United Kingdom around his family had put Will in a rather, well, festive mood. All of the children were at an age where Christmas was exciting and wonderful, he hadn't seen his siblings in ages, and he'd even got to spend some time with Adian who couldn't stop going on about his exploits of the past year.

All in all, Will was having a good time. Anneliese looked beautiful and was managing to find all of their friends beneath their masks. He...he felt like Scotland, England, could finally become a place that they could visit regularly, and not every few years when family ties demanded it. He did like the space that France had provided them, as there were always those trickling thoughts in the back of his mind, but plenty of his former...colleagues, still lived on the Isles without problem. Maybe it could become something more regular.

He was about to ask Anneliese where Adian had disappeared to when a masked bloke came up behind Anneliese and tapped her. Will's auror instincts jolted to life, not recognizing the man immediately and wondering what he could---His eyes widened in shock as the man proceeded to full-on kiss his wife. His wife! Shocked, but not stunned, the second the two parted Will pushed between them and punched out at the masked bloke so fast that he could've dislocated his shoulder.

Will stood over the fallen form of...Elphias Doge? Doge? What the fuck was wrong with this idiot? He seethed, reaching down to grab the front of Doge's robes, giving him a good, hard shake. "What the fuck's wrong with you?!"

He looked over his shoulder at Anneliese, stunned, "What the hell was that!" Doge had initiated the snog, but his wife's hands had certainly had their own bit of fun.

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