#—CCM Gala 4

[trevorxparrish]

@makrosea​

It’s such a random thing to do, and honestly, he’s a bit ashamed to go up to the shewolf for such thing. The thing is that Trevor loves cooking, but he doesn’t like super sweet things, so shortbread cookies and tea are his go-to dessert most of the time, or anything that isn’t too sweet. Which for him is just about anything that is considered ‘normal’. But recently, he’d visited Piece of Cake, and had fallen in love with the shortbread cookies. The baker hadn’t been around, but he’d been shown a picture of her, and now that he has spotted her—he wants to have a quick chat. He comes up to her from behind. “Excuse me, ma’am?” She turns around, and he removes his mask to at least greet her. “I’m so sorry if this isn’t the place, and it’s a bit awkward, but I’ve been told you were one of the bakers from Piece of Cake the last time I went... and I just wanted to say that your shortbread cookies are to die for.”

[ricky-pride]

@covairecitystarters​

Last year’s Gala was much easier to come to when he wasn’t alone. Now there wasn’t someone that he could distract himself with by conversing with them or hiding behind them to be ignored by the general hubbub of the table. Now he was alone and having to bring himself into his “fake it till you make it” mindset so he would be able to survive the next couple hours. He was trying to figure out where he should gravitate to next when he felt a shoulder against his back. “’m sorry, wasn’ payin’ attention to my surroundin’s.” His head is turning as he apologizes to whoever he bumped into. He feels a bit guilty for not being careful and hopes that he didn’t hurt them. “You okay? Didn’ hurt ya did I?”

[sui-generis-elessar]

Elessar wasn't the type of man that stood out, he never had been. Even when he'd grown into his full height Elessar had a knack for not giving the impression of being tall. He was just, there. It was one of his best talents. Being someone that people would glance over in a crowd. It made people more likely to talk and be less careful with their secrets. His full black mask giving the impression of anonymity and hiding his expression from the crowds around him as people found their seats. Watching for one particular Escort and finally catching first scent and then sight of his unaware plus one. Seeing the young wolf sit down at his empty table. He'd made sure that his table guests would be there just a little bit after. Elessar walked up behind Bryce, admiring the pretty crown effect of the mask. It fit. Elessar commented, "Aren't you a stunner this evening." As he slid himself into the seat next to Bryce knowing that everything except his whisky coloured eyes and hair were covered by his mask. "How lucky for me you'll be decorating my table tonight."

@bryce-cumberbatch​

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

Elijah had gone with Desires because he'd been invited. And when Vivienne Keller 'invites' you to show up as an employee you did it. As much as vamps made his skin crawl he had no wish to fuck up a really good gig. Even if he did fantasize about murdering the bitch. But he got along well with just about everyone else. And he knew if he said no it would look weird. So he had gotten a few of the girls to give him pointers on what to wear. He wasn't about to wear a fruity mask though so he had just tied a black and white bandana around his lower face like he had when he rode horses in the dusty summers down in Texas, a black cowboy hat giving the effect of a mask. The only downside was that it did make eating and drinking a more awkward than he'd planned. He tried to avoid the Gala's. Hated what they commemorated and what it meant for him. So much fake pomp and circumstance. It was a fucking funeral service and people came together and partied happy that they weren't dead like their friends and family were. It put him in a surly mood so as soon as he could excuse himself he got up to head out to the gardens to get some air. And he told himself that it had nothing to do with the fact that he had seen what smelled like a certain male Elysian he knew step out not too long before.

He followed his nose, tracking the scent of Trevor quietly through the grounds until he found him. Sitting on a stone bench alone and away from the glittering crowds. He stopped moving when he saw the other man. Realizing that he didn't have anything to say. Or even really do to help the other man. But never having much good sense Eli walked to the bench and sat down, facing the opposite direction of the other man. Saying nothing. He took his cowboy hat off and looked up at the sky. Before flicking his eyes over to Trevor.

@trevorxparrish​

[makrosea]

@wolfknightpoe

Mak had been taking her time appreciating the garden, letting her gaze roam over the lush greenery. Her heart ached as she thought of Stellan. Of how much she missed him and how she couldn’t simply leave to visit his own resting place. No, she had to go home to do so. As she paid her respects to the fallen citizens of Covaire, she took a moment for her husband as well. The familiar scent that walked by drew her out of her thoughts, noting the scent of sorrow that clung to the male as he went. And despite her better judgement, she followed. Broken drawn to broken, she supposed. As she passed a server, she swiped a champagne flute from the tray. Sidling up to the other, she offered the male the glass. “You seem like you could use this.”

[choiharu]

[xdaniellexbrisbyx]

@ricky-pride​

There was one person she was keeping her eyes on all night, and when her longer break came up, she didn’t waste time to go find him. Danielle knew it was him when he walked in, she would always be able to tell when it was him, and his scent was another. A genuine smile seeped onto her features and she reached out to lace their fingers together, finding him outside on the balcony for some fresh air. “Ricky.” She gives a small squeeze and leans into him. “Do I have to ask if I am going home with you tonight?” There was always the slight chance she’d be sent back to the Chateau.

[wolfknightpoe]

@alexandra-merrick

There were very few people who could make Vincent not be a sad sack or in a state of controlled, but simmering anger tonight. But Alexandra was one of the few who at least could get his face to soften. They had been buddies since they'd met as kids in Covaire's school system after all.

"Evening Al. You want a drink? I seem to have picked up one too many at the bar."

[defectivelabwolf]

@israelskelton​

Tesla was busy going over the various foods on the long table when her nose picked up a familiar smell. The puppy turned their “mask” towards the smell, and let out a happy greeting. “Hi, Izzy! Happy Gala! You here for butter again?”

[magisterleonedupont]

@covairecitystarters​

Leone was busying themself at the punch bowl. The mage was there to pay respects to the fallen even though they didn’t really know any of them. The few the mage had seen fall personally were mostly strangers. But anger towards hunters and the demons their machinations brought was something they could understand. 

It was a pleasant enough function, and very tasteful. However that didn’t mean Leone enjoyed parties. So a bit of liquid lubricant was needed.The mage finished pouring a glass when they felt a presence nearby. And with their hands occupied, they did their best to talk. 

“You wan pung oo?”

[wolfknightpoe]

The wolf was not in black tonight. He couldn't bring himself to wear something that matched the inner turmoil or his wolf. White like Lucy in the moonlight was much more suitable. "Feelings are hard."

He adjusted the flowers again, still not satisfied with the positions of the various stems and petals. "It's difficult to adjust. Having the feeling that it's supposed to be a happy occasion, but unable to stop feeling the freshness of a wound. Who'd you lose? I'll honor them with Lucy and the pup that never got the chance to see our wonderful city."

wolfknightpoe​:

Tonight was good for Vincent, and not good at the same time. On the one hand, he was himself for tonight. But on the other, that meant dealing with the relatively fresh memory of losing Lucy and his unborn pup in the event that brought about the Gala in the first place. For most it had been four years since the battle ended, but with how rare it was to be himself, to him it’d been little more than a couple months.

Vincent was making sure the mixed hyacinths in his hands were perfect. They were Lucy’s favorite flowers. The color mix was as mixed as the wolf’s feelings. But he was briefly brought out of his thoughts when he was addressed. But his tone was somber as he spoke. “Good evening… I’m here. Hopefully the night finds you well.”

-

Cass was very much aware that he wasn’t the only person who lost someone during the demon battle. Life in Covaire was cruel for everyone, not just those who fell at the bottom of the food chain. Death didn’t care if it was a child, a spouse, or a friend, it took what it wanted when it wanted. 

Thankfully the city cared about it’s citizens enough to create a memorial and a celebration of remembrance. He worse all black like funeral attire, and kept staring off into space. Soon. “It does, the city always puts on a beautiful night to honor our lost ones”. 

[trevorxparrish]

@cassidy-mcgraw​

Trevor sighs as he places offerings to honor his fallen best friend. He even manages to put a small picture of them together all smiling. He presses his forehead to the stone for a moment, as he does his best to hold back his tears. "No matter how much I've cried, there won't ever be an end to them when it comes to you Edgar." He whispers, before slipping his mask back on, and sits on the bench quietly for a moment. "I feel so selfish for missing you sometimes..." 

Trevor hears someone approaching then, and at first, he doesn't turn, expecting the person to just pass, but as they slow down, he looks up, and recognises the scent. "Cassidy. I'll leave you two alone." He says hurriedly, suddenly feeling like he'd intruded on something private.

[ricky-pride]

CCM GALA 4: BLACK & WHITE MASQUERADE

Ricky will be attending the Gala alone this year, sitting with the CCPD with his fellow coworkers. He will likely spend most of his time away from the table to mingle and make new friends. He isn’t excited to wear white or have a mask on but any time that he can go to an event and wear several rings, he’s a happy boy.

[sui-generis-elessar]

@covairecitystarters​

(please only one character per player)

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Elessar had gone out to the memorial to spend the proper amount of time paying his respects. Or at least being seen to pay his respects. To him the dead were dead. And life was for the living. The only people that had ever mattered to him were his parents and they had passed  a life time ago. He stood out by the entrance to the garden area, listening to the trees and feeling someone stop next to him said, “It’s rather beautiful. Don’t you agree?”

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

Eli had avoided the red carpet. He knew he should make his way over to the Desire’s table sooner rather than later but he had a good half an hour before even the earliest of red carpet walkers would be making it through. He wasn’t very comfortable in his dressed up finery but at least he had a little bit of himself in what he was wearing with the cowboy hat and the bandana. He maneuvered the drink under the bandana and took a swig. Feeling the person pull up next to him at the bar he raised his glass, “Cheers. Just let me know if I need to move over. I’ll give you room.” 

@covairecitystarters​

(please only one character per player) 

[makrosea]