#marina:nyeball

[demidevildiva]

Closed Starter: @oculiaperticlausi

"I've grabbed you a strawberries daiquiri to express how hot you make me inside with the slightest of glances." he said, handing her the mocktail knowingly but with a secret smirk. "Are you trying to tease me? You think I won't carry you off into a closet?"

[eclvpses]

open - nye masquerade ball

With a sudden scoff, Robin tossed her phone onto the table they were sat at - just to prove how distraught she really was. Sneer on her face and arms crossed, she was basically pouting as she eyed a leggy redhead across the room. "What a fucking travesty." She huffed, swigging back her old fashioned like she were a put-out 50's-something dad of six. "The girl's, like, the closest thing to ten - 9.5! 9.7! But her dress... blegh. Three. Maybe! If I was feeling generous, and I'm not, that thing is so... fugly. Someone should tell her. Should I tell her?"

[oculiaperticlausi]

open

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Can you..." Juliana presses her lips together as she turns her head to look around the room. "Does anyone else hear the baby crying?"

[stigmvtas]

open - one of the exhibits.

"Apparently this is leftover debris from a shipwreck found when Marina was first inhabited back in the early 1900's - but it's much, much older than that." Icarus couldn't help the melodic drawl that fell into place whenever he recited what'd he'd spent months memorizing on note - cards for the job, even off - duty, a cautious smile cast towards the masked person besides him. His hands kept firm behind his back, no drink in sight - always too cautious to let his mind become inhibited. "They think that the ship's lost treasure's still intact, somewhere beneath the coral reef - isn't that neat?"

[plantfeed]

setting:   great hall, museum    /    status:   open to anyone.

"they could have arranged for us to dance." alma notes, surveying the grand hall of the museum. with all of it's grandeur and posture and history, it would've been the perfect place to set the nutcracker, or swan lake, or even the fucking elves and the shoemaker. "but the whole point of a flash mob ━ even a ballet flash mob ━ is that it's organised." she swill her wine, lips pursing into a sour little pout. "nobody around here has any taste or creative vision. i'm sick to death of it."

[palmbleeder]

status. closed starter / @stigmvtas

location. elysian museum. new years ball still in ~flashback form~. before the horrors.

they've never actually talked, only just orbited one another, which has become a concern that nags at mischa. wasn't wholly sure if she liked that he was here either, if they were to go by the last time they'd been around one another ; a bowling ball, her poor foot, his inaction or indirect action sending someone else to see about her, still biding his time, still trying to make sense of her being around, no luck there - sucks to suck if that was the case as he's been here first his whole life and then some when he dies eventually, mischa reckons. assassinated preferably; taken out by the freak running amok, hopefully. would make for some fun to be immortalized in the long forgotten but oft references archives of the local library though not many have met their fate in a streak this barbaric but they’re still there to be found. some people were lucky that way. posthumous chic, he’d ‘coined’ it once in a dimmed out dorm room, half-zooted after skipping every morning class – then again, that also circled right back to saige. she'd had that same inclination about her but worse. felt her existence very flimsy; an endless glitter-wrought ribbon of a girl unfurling onto the world. anything could happen to her, or should happen if made into a cautionary tale, or did happen to her when she’d disappeared halfway into their last year. it's why he's sick with it, the age old heartbreak. takes disappearing acts rather personally. luckily for him, the missing poster of a (another) girl in the bulletin board in his mind has now become the flicker of light on his way home. a part of him that's left in paris would've loved that; would’ve laid out on the concrete to watch her silhouette, no doubt putting on a (shadow) show for his naturally perverted viewing if she'd known, but he'd like to think he'd outgrown his yearning. it's precisely why he's stood even closer than he is in the creeper scenario he'd made up, watching her come into view through the tank setting them apart floor to ceiling, (much) prettier than he'd recalled in past adolescent memory; insult to flesh-eating injury. villainously gloved knuckles rap at the glass separating them, a school of tetras scurrying away to unveil him in theatrical fashion; a phantom in blue hue behind the curtain, eyes glimmering dark with a set grin. 

[demidevildiva]

Closed Starter: @brightstvrlights

"You keep surprising me, Henry." Val spoke as they came to a full stop from their dance, "You're really not as tamed as you seem; You wear a good disguise."

[eclvpses]

open - nye masquerade ball

There were inappropriate levels of drunk when it came to nice events like this. There were also inappropriate levels of drunk when it was this early in the evening, but Teddy could only control so much. A hero, he was not - but inappropriately drunk? "Lookie, lookie! I come bearing gifts. I have, uh... either tequila or gin, which shot's calling to you?"

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @demidevildiva

Parker can't stop the smile on her features when she sees her cousin wearing the attire she picked out for him. She shifts through some people to get to him, her eyes lifting up to him. "So... Tell me about all the compliments you got. I want details."

[oculiaperticlausi]

Adaline scrunches up her nose, turning her head to look over at him. "Bullet? Gun? Is there really a difference, Oliver?" Her eyebrow arches slightly with an eyeroll to follow as she turns her head to look ahead once again. Her gaze shifting to the ground every so often to make sure she doesn't ruin yet another pair of shoes because no one knows how to pick up dog shit. "I guess we'll have to see what happens because it makes no sense to target tattoo artists." She murmurs. "Unless it's to get back at the owner in which... the only thing I know about him is that his ex fiance cheated on him with..." Well, Jake.

@brightstvrlights

Zach ponders Adaline's theory as they walk. He's never been one to think too hard about things like this, he just wants the answers before everyone else. Usually he'll just ask Jake what he thinks, but frustratingly Jake remains tight-lipped about the 'ongoing investigation'. He really was a wet sock sometimes. "I think the term is jumping the gun," Zach replies, not wanting to miss another opportunity to correct Adaline, flashing her a knowing smirk in the process. He could be insufferable when he wanted to be, there was no denying that. "I really don't know, does it feel like some kind of serial killer? To me it just feels like something weird was going on within that little group. I'll cancel the appointment to get a tattoo on my ass just in case." @oculiaperticlausi

[stigmvtas]

open - mezzanine overlooking the ballroom.

"Five fucking dollars if I spit and it lands in someone's fucking - drink," They leaned their arms against the balcony's railing, peering down at the crowd mingling among one another, dancing - laughing, even. "You ever read that fucking Poe story? The fucking - nobles who lock themselves away in their big fucking castle to hide from death, but it comes for them anyway? Who looks like they'd die first?"

[demidevildiva]

Closed Starter: @stigmvtas

"How smart do you consider this entire thing to be?" Issy asked, pulling off her heels and setting them to the corner of the stairwell so she could grab a seat on the steps, "With everything happening, you know?"

[eclvpses]

open - nye masquerade ball

"Fuck my life - these collars are fucking itchy. Do I or do I not look like the world's biggest tool? Y'gotta be honest with me, I'll know if you're lying. I mean - come on." Piper had picked out his attire. The suit, basic enough, but she managed to make it lavish with minor accessories. Logan didn't really do accessories - or anything that could subject him to judgment, lest he implode right in front of someone's eyes.

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @heartofasoldier

Parker promised she wouldn't get wasted tonight, not with Forrest on her arm. Because she knew if she was drunk and him being in the same room she would do something messy and it wasn't how she wanted to end the year. She leans against the bar, leaning forward to get the bartender's attention. "Just a coke, please." She doesn't need to look over to know the figure in her space. His scent fucking haunts her. She also saw him with Charlotte Kennedy on his arm, it almost makes her want to laugh because of how upset he got about Dylan at Fright Fest. She reaches out to grab her glass, pulling it to her as she turns, he's standing right there. "Please move." She says softly, raising her eyes up to him. His eyes boring into her, her head shakes. "Go back to your date, Daniels."

[stigmvtas]

open - the bathroom. any bathroom<3

"If you're going to stare at my tits the entire time, you might as well help me stick these back on," Always hard to tell when Defne was joking - especially the way her eyes flickered to meet their gaze in the mirror, brow raised; her hands working and re - working at their meaningless attempt to stick the pasty back to her breast, a pack of spares scattered over the bathroom's counter with half the contents of her purse. "Think they fell off five minutes into coming here - it's been what, an hour? I should've been charging. You think they have the footage on the security tapes? I have half the mind to march in there and demand payment."

[demidevildiva]

Closed Starter: @oculiaperticlausi

"Fuck." he hissed low enough where he wouldn't be overheard as both he and Junior almost ran into each other around a corner. "Junior." Spencer acknowledged with a knot, avoiding eye contact, "My bad, just..." He didn't know where that was going so he let the silence fill them.