#event » 001.

[ofwrxth]

+ OPEN / CHARITY EVENT

"Oh, yes, don't worry – I'll be sure to tell them you came. It'll mean so much," Emine tells the stranger she doesn't quite recognize but who'd felt compelled to interrupt her conversation to give well wishes. Your brother said such lovely words about Elif. I was certainly moved. She'll be missed. The witch nods again, swallowing to keep a bright smile in place. "She will. Definitely. Thank you." She waves goodbye when they finally retreat, and returns her focus to her companion. "Sorry, what were you saying?" Emine asks, trying to focus on them and not the thick lump in her throat. "Oh, right," she snaps her fingers, "the vase? Are you going to bid on it?"

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: @r-lestrcnge Location: A corridor away from the gala

Growing up in the Pureblood community meant one thing; you grew up visiting a lot of parties and gala's. And Val's limit on enjoying a gala like this from the Ministry was very, very low. But she was expected to show from her father.

So instead of moving around the busy Atrium, she had stolen a bottle of champagne at the catering and had found Rabastan to make sure that it would be empty by the end of the night and the company was pleasant too.

"Do you think we will ever be able to get out from under our parents' influence when it comes to these stupid things and just decide by ourselves if we want to attend these gala's or not?"

[retisent]

in which we find ourselves where we have always been 11 - 04 - 2016, friday afternoon

“no,   dude  —  i   don’t   think   you’re   understanding   the   extent   to   which   patrick   completely   fucked   me.”   he’s   talking   to   luke,   the   brother   he   talks   to.   as   difficult   as   shea   finds   it   to   level   with   that   reality.   “okay,   i   never   didn’t   say   fuck   dad,   fuck    dad   for   sure,   but  —  dude  —  patrick   fucked   me.   yeah.   no,  i’m   not   there,   i’m  —  no,  i’m  at   the   marchs’.   ha,   no.   highlands.   uhhhh   huuuhhh.   so   i  can’t,   or   i   would,   but.   i’m   here.    so   i   can’t.   no,   dude,   and   it’s   fucking  weird.   uh   huh.   yeah,   she’s   —   she’s   here.   yeah.   of   course   he’s   here,   it’s   his   fucking   house.”  the   world   spins.

but   he   catches   himself.   narrowly   escapes   catching   teeth   on   the   staircase.   it’s   halfway   through   this   forward   motion   that   he    understands   what’s   happened.   he’s   tripped.   on   a   pair   of   heels.   and   extrapolated,   without   having   to   look,   why   this   has   happened.   bea.   it’d   just   about   have   to   be,   right?   it   only   makes   sense.   narratively   speaking.   he   knows   he’s   intuited   his   way   to   the   right   sequence   of   events   when   he   collects   the   shoes   that   tried   to   kill   him.   if   she   hadn’t   taken   them   off   and   put   them   on   his   lap   in   the   helicopter   today,   he   could’ve   regardless   picked   them   out   of   several   hundred  lineups.   “yeah,   no,   i’m   still  here.   i   just  —   yeah,   okay.   fuck   off,   yeah.   i   gotta   go   man.”   he   looks   at   the   slick   black   pumps   hanging   off   his   fingers.   trails   off.   hangs   up.

shea   likes   to   have   a   plan.   he   likes   to   know   where   he’s    going,   and   why,   before   he   goes.   this   is   a   sort   of   fuck   you   from   the   universe   on   that   particular   front.   he   had   been   on   his   way   up   to   his   room.   he   was   going   to   grab   his   laptop   and   his   coat   and   chainsmoke   on   a   balcony   until   the   next   corporate   torture   session.   maybe   write   some   emails.   because,   if   he’s   being   honest,   the   fucking   walls   are   closing   in.   lucien   is   everywhere.   art   is   everywhere.   his   own   self,   younger   and   maybe   worse   but   maybe   probably   better,   he’s   everywhere.   around   every   corner.   quiet,  listening.   all   day,   since   the   helicopter,   there’s  a    buzzing   in   his   ear.   a   tightness   in   his   chest.   a   bounce   in   his   leg.   so,   when   you’re   in   the   damn   trash   compactor,   and   the   walls   are   closing   in,   best   course   of   action:   egress.   even   partial.   balcony.   at   least   it   was   cold.   at   least   it   was   quiet.   it’s   a   good   plan.   this,   though,   the   thing   with   the   shoes,   has   pretty   completely   fucked   that   plan.   because   before   he   knows   where  he’s   going,   or   why,   he’s   gone.

there’s   a   stray   barcart   in   the   hallway,   bottles   missing,   another   environmental   blessing.   shea   abducts   rocks   glasses,   lets   his   feet   carry   him   the   rest   of   the   way.   just   an   object   in   motion   staying   in   motion.   that’s   all   it   is.   he   doesn’t  give   himself   any   time   to   think.   suddenly   he’s   at   her   room.   it   was   like   he    was   on   the   phone,   and   then   he   blinked,   and   now   he’s   here.   he   braces   a   forearm   above   him   on   the   doorjamb   and   knocks   thrice   with   the   heels.   when   the   door   opens,   he’s   got   two   rocks   glasses   and   two   shoes   to   present   in   offering.   and   somehow,   even   though   his   ears   are   still   ringing   and   his   heart   is   still   overbeating,   even   though   he   can   still   feel   lu’s   dead   hand   heavy   on   his   shoulder,   he’s   got   a   smug   face   on.   something   altogether   fond.   “hey kid.”

@culpabilities.

[evelayton]

Starter for: @antoniasullivan Location: Paradise Point, Ballroom Time: 8.30pm

They had gotten ready together for the gala but as soon as they had arrived together at the Masquerade Ball, Eve had lost sight of her best friend. You would think it would be rather easy to find the beautiful black gown that her friend was wearing in the crowd but apparently there were more people who had decided to wear black. Which had been expected.

It had taken Eve a while but finally she had found Antonia with two glasses of champagne in hand. "You, my dear, are very difficult to find. Next time you need to wear bright red or something so I am at least able to find you." She handed over the flute of champagne to Toni, raising the glass slightly. "To a fun night out. And that we will win some fun dates!"

[thelouvrefm]

open to — everyone! C L O S E D setting — town fair ( tilt-a-whirl )

the town fair offered loads of stimulation for kelly. she was usually a bit iffy on small town life, but there was a sense of togetherness that felt like a warm hug. of course, that could also be attributed to kelly's general lack of sobriety. either one of those things could've led kelly to where she was, howling to the moon on a tilt-a-whirl. occasionally, there would be a suspicious high-pitched grinding noise, but that only added to the fun. as the ride came to an end, kelly laughed as she and the person beside her pulled up the bar. finding her bearings was a little difficult, but she managed to not trip as she exited. nudging her partner in crime gently, she inquired of them, "what's next? more rides? games? food? we have endless possibilities!" kelly was experiencing a surge of adrenaline. rather than feigning her energized excitement, as she usually did in the presence of most people, kelly genuinely felt exhilarated.

[tcxicities]

@reverum, the governor's ball

Naomi's eyes flicked back and forth across the ballroom as she tried to absorb what was going on around her. Things had settled after the initial anxiety triggered by the abrupt blackout, but there was still a feeling of unease ; the notion that something was brewing just under the surface of a placid sea, but vision not clear enough to comprehend what it was.

She had left the bar but remained at the room's fringes, relieved that at least she was in the presence of a familiar face. "You seem to be handling this quite well," she remarked, the statement a meaningful one, as she was all too aware of how he might react if he was not handling it. She took Xavier in, observing him there in the dark. "Do you suppose our new friends are what they seem?" She asked, remaining sotto voce.

[valeria-flint]

Val couldn't help but chuckle at the way Emma brought it all because even though it was quite harshly put... It was very much the truth. The woman nodded with a smile. Having Alecto as a sister... There were a lot worse choices. She knew how to deal with Alecto and she liked the woman. "I do think we have to sort out a wedding date soon probably, because it looks like our parents are getting closer and closer to being done with us postponing things." But as long as they had not reached that moment, Val did not mind postponing it all a little longer. She narrowed her eyes slightly once more when Emma still didn't give her a name but then dropped it. She knew the other woman; she wasn't going to get a name any time soon. Val couldn't help but scoff slightly when Emma said nothing was going on. "There will always be something going on between you two. Even a blind one would be able to feel that. But like I said, it all went very quickly. I heard first that he was in talks and next time we spoke, he was already in London and everything was signed. There were a day or two in between that." She quickly grabbed two flutes of the awful lavender champagne that they were serving and handed one over to Emma. "But we've talked boys long enough now. Let's try and enjoy this boring event a bit."

/ END.

"I'm not surprised at all. It's not like they expect us to fall for whoever they pick, as long as we pop out an heir or two they're happy." Perhaps it was a bit harsh of her to word it like that, but that is the impression she got. "You could have it worse, at least you'll have Alecto as a sister in law and not some horrible hag." Emma pointed out, having Alecto as a sister spoke in favor for Amycus. "It definitely would be limiting. We are young still, they cannot expect you to have children so soon." It was a feeble excuse as they were both closer to thirty than twenty, but Emma knew of several pureblood couples who had only conceived later in life. The parents would definitely expect children as that was the reason for these unions, to unite familys and grow their influence together. "It's not that I don't trust you. You know that. I promise to tell you if it gets more serious. No use in proclaiming something for it to fall apart." Perhaps she was a little superstitious but this was the first relationship she could see herself in after what happened with Seth. "There's nothing going on. We haven't spoken in years. I don't think he'd reach out to me." He hasn't cared to in the last five years, after all.

[ofwrxth]

+ INES / CHARITY EVENT

"What the–" fuck. Noah falters, glancing down at who he'd nearly run of, the swear all but forgotten as he raises a brow at Ines. "You should have a flag or something so people see you, Nez." He quips, a slight bit of amusement tugging at his lip. He'd walked in an hour or two after the event had begun, late per usual. If he was being honest, Noah thought the entire thing was a bit of overkill. People died all the fucking time and didn't get a celebration of life at a five star hotel. "Anything interesting happen yet? Saf was texting me about some dog...you know what she's talking about?" It's a slight bid for conversation, considering they hadn't really talked much since...what was it? HOWL several weeks ago?...well, they hadn't talked much then either. "And something about a vase. Seems like I didn't miss much." @rviner

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: @rsrevan

The party had been rather boring to Val so far - but then again... They quickly became boring to her. So to solve that problem, Val had found a familiar face around the dancefloor and pulled them onto the dancefloor. The music was rather classical - also a reason why this party was being so boring. It was a good thing that being a Pureblood also meant that dance lessons had been the case as well. Evan Rosier had been her victim. "So. What do you think of all of this so far?"

[retisent]

in which we rendez-vous at the pool 11 - 4 - 2016, friday evening

so   here   we   fucking   are.   back   at   the   scene   of   many   crimes,   the   highland   fucking   estate.   don’t   listen   to   what   they   tell   you,   the   difference   in   the   volume   of   stars   between   this   particular   corner   of   bumblefuck   and   the   city   is   negligible.   not   worth   it.   rarely,   has   it   ever   been   worth   it.   shea,  at   present,   is   being   held   up   at   gunpoint   by   a   parade   of   memories   he’s   reluctant   to   indulge.   the   one   leading   the   pack   is,   somehow   unsurprisingly,  his   grandfather.   he’s   got   a   .28   leveled  at   him:   his   outstretched   palm,   two   cigars   lying   flat   across   it.   one   for   shea,   one   for   art.   shea’s   sixteenth   summer.  the  sunlight  flies  outward   from   behind   pop’s   head,   forms   the   vision   of   a   halo   on   fire.   he’s   smiling   through   the   tailend  of   a   joke.   shea   can’t   remember.   “alright   boys,”   two   hands   dive   towards   his   open   palm,   plucking   the  cigars   with   the   fervency   of   seagulls  on   a   starved   beach.  “now   scram.   before   i   change   my   mind.  i’m…   gonna   go   see   if   missus   knightly   is   amicable   to   the   prospect   of   hustling   some    fools   at   cards.   this   crowd,   i   tell  ya…   ripe   with   opportunity.”

back   in   november,   obstensibly   the   present,   several   lifetimes   away,   shea   presses   his   eyes   shut,   opens   them   again,   presses   them   shut   again,   opens   them   again,   and   eventually   clenches   down   on  an   exasperated  fuck.   the   tie   he   took   off   hours   ago   is   choking   him   around   the   neck.   he   can   feel   the   tension   in   his   body  coiling   tighter   and   tighter.   shoulders   knotted.   chest   heavy.   a   dull   buzzing   behind   his   eyes.   there   is   this   bottom   of   the   seventh   adrenaline,  anticipation,   a   sort   of   running   out   of   room   feeling.   it’s   that   in   exactly  two  and  a   half   innings:   something   ends.   something   is   going   to   end.   that’s   the   feeling  sitting   behind   his   ribs.   but   god,   how   long   is  an  inning.   he   wipes   a   hand   over   his   face.   get   it   the   fuck   together,   shea   thomas.   and   he   does.   by   the   time   he   hones   in   on   a   familiar   pattern   of   footfall   (somehow   unsurprisingly)   coming   up   behind   him,   he’s   at   least   gotten   the   better   part   of   himself   together.   took   one   and   a   half   cigarettes.   one   inning   is   approximately   anywhere   from   five   to   five   hundred   cigarettes,   if   that   helps. “mr.   march,”   shea   greets   artemas   without   turning   around,   in   the   cadence   of   a   boarding   school   proctor   and   in   a   tone   that   balances   on   the   razorsedge   of   familiar   and   distant.   shea   is   in   the   rather   adolescent   process   of   ripping   matches   out   of   a   book,   lighting   them,  and   flicking   them   into   the   pool,   one   by   one.   he’s   sat   on   the   edge,   suit   legs   jacked   up   haphazardly,   calfdeep   in   the   water.   everything   echoes.   “you   are   late.”   he’s   talking   around   the   menthol   in   his   mouth,   or   he’d   suck   his   teeth   here:  “that’s   a  demerit.”   he   looks   over   at   art,   then,   and   tries   to   keep   an   even   keel.   equal   measure   is   applied   to   reading   art’s   expression   and   schooling   his   own.   the   buzzing   in   his   ears   has   stopped,   but   the   thing   in   his   heart   is   lifting   dangerously   close   to   his   throat.   “how   goes   the   night?”   there’s   a   note   of   something   acid   in   there,   for   a   close   ear   to   notice.  nothing   outright,   nothing   on   the   face   of   it,   but   under   everything:   anger.   just   not   the   kind   shea   wants   to   share.   he   tosses   aside   the   matches,    slides   the   pack   in   art’s   direction,   braces   all   the   way   back   on   his   elbows,   and   fixes   himself   on   the   reflections   of   light   on   the   surface   of   the   water.   here   we   fucking   are.

@secondism

[valeria-flint]

"Alright then. I will be on that bottle of liquor as soon as possible," Val promised the other woman. That would have been the second bottle of liquor to bestolen by Val, but she couldn't care less. She was also happy that she was pretty intolerant when it came to alcohol. That and a potion that would take the current alcohol effects kick in slower. Tomorrow morning was going to be hell, but in the end, it probably would be worth it. "Oh, I don't mind rules, you know that. But my brother... Well, the last thing I want is for him to end up taking someone home he shouldn't."

"I'm not one to say deny myself some liquor, especially considering the circumstances." Athena accepted the offer without thinking about it too much, her eyes settling on her friend intrigued. "Since when do you abide by rules so badly? Let your brother have his fun, even if you dragged his ass initially, and go have your own."

[evelayton]

Starter for: @marcusbishop Location: Poolside, Paradise Point Resort Time: 10pm

Eve had only found it fitting that with being in town for such a short time, the least she could do was go to the charity event and spent some money for a good cause. And wearing a mask wasn't anything different. Meeting up with strangers... It was a common day these days due to the fact that she nearly knew no one in town.

After Eve had found her won date, they had decided to move away from the ballroom for a bit. Conversation in that room was rather hard. She had no idea what to expect from an auctioned date. All she knew that she was curious to who was hidden behind the mask. "So, why did you end up volunteering for this cause? I heard some people had lost bets, some people were there because someone else had given their name."

[thelouvrefm]

open to — @pyrrhvcs ( griffin wallace ) setting — town fair ( the drunk fish )

from a few feet away, kelly spotted griffin wandering around main street with his back to her. each time kelly and griffin had seen each other, there was always a tension. perhaps that was what led her to challenge him in the game nearest to them. outside of the drunk fish was a kid friendly darts game that awarded fairgoers for popping balloons with darts. you had three tries, but you only needed to pop one balloon in order to win a prize. that's entirely doable, kelly thought to herself. approaching him with an unwavering confidence, kelly tapped on his shoulder in order to get his attention. "care for a little friendly competition, griffin?" she directed his attention over to where the game was set up.

[ofwrxth]

+ OPEN / CHARITY EVENT

"I can see you're getting ready to bid on that," Kieran says, gesturing at the paddle in their hand with the one in his own. "But I'm gonna have to ask you to do me a solid here. You see, my brother's been going through a rough patch. And I know when you look at that, you see some artist's masterpiece. But I see an invaluable addition to my brother's home. Something that'll really brighten up his day. That'll make him go wow, my little brother really cares about me that he won this at an auction." The younger Kelly lays it on thick, gently lowering the other's paddle for them and patting their hand. "It'll mean so much to him." He insists with a nod. Never mind that Kieran's using Quinlan's checkbook to bid, or the fact that the item in question was charmed by the artists to actually speak when spoken to (a limited vocabulary, but so was Quinlan's) – it's the thought that counts, isn't it? "What do you think?" He asks, finally turning to his companion on the other side. "He'll love it, won't he?" Kieran grins, already thinking of the ways it can get delivered to Quinlan's home.

[valeria-flint]

Family was different, but Alecto was a very dear friend of her. Val wouldn't want to lose that if this betrothal was not going to happen. She tilted her head slightly when the other woman said that Val would definitely know when she had had her fun. It was clear that Alecto was not going to give away what she had been planning for. She leaned back in her seat and raised the glass of champagne in her hand. "I guess here is to whatever wickedness you've been up to then."

/ END.

A nod to her head concluded that conversation. Alecto was certain over time that Valeria would learn the way of her family if she was truly going to fit in; which she believed the witch could. There was a small pause, taking in her words, they would remain friends if it didn't go through, but they would not be family. There was a difference to her. "Let's hope it does." That was something to worry about another time. There were other matters at hand. "Give it some time, you will know when I've been at play." She wanted to keep it a surprise and nothing that could be pointed back in her direction.

[evelayton]

Eve Layton visits the Briar Ridge Annual Masquerade for charity.