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Micillia rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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ImaginationsParadise rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-10)
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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2018 7:26 pm
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A few sweeps ago, Polair wouldn't stand the loud noises that could usually be heard at Cerpin's club. She would have never imagined that she could actually get used to the environment nor she would've ever imagined stardom would ever help her deal with her sensitive hearing. She strode in the club, not even flinching at the sudden noise that rang inside her spongeclots. She was used to it. Of course Polair would support Cerpin and his event, even if she wasn't too keen on feelings and quadrants.
She really tried not to think deeply of the subject at hand. She was absolutely fine. Though one thing was for sure, she didn't come here on her own. Honestly, the highblood would have never expected this from Engrav, who seemed so wrapped around the scientific field to even think about to emotional plane that trolls every now an then experienced. Unless he wanted more publicity, or maybe he had been curious?
Or maybe...
Her brain filled itself up with multiple possibilities involving the lowblood's future plans and perhaps a newfound interest on studying quadrants. Eh, either way, she'd try to enjoy her time here with him. She spent a good time with him at the Live performance event even if it wasn't her usual for of entertainment, so this wouldn't be any different. She really put some thought on her outfit, wearing an off shoulder bikini along with three star themed gold chains, gold heels, gold bangles and earrings... Really, the highblood loved the noble metal. She covered up her outfit with a quadrants colored cardigan cover up. Polair even took the chance to cut her hair to shoulder length and cut off her bangs a bit shorter. However her eyes were still covered up by shades only this time-- they had red mirrored lenses. Still not exhibiting what has she been hiding under bangs but anyone who knew, probably could tell that she was in the process of accepting herself the way she was.
Polair stayed somewhere she could be spotted by her date... escort... friend... business partner? Okay, no, she was overthinking this whole thing. Ridiculous, right? She just needed to relax. A corsage was pinned on her cardigan and she, quickly removed it before being seen with it. She couldn't give off the wrong idea. She didn't even know which ribbon it had nor she didn't care to find out. No feelings here. Absolutely.
A drink sounded good right about now while she waited. Taking one of the punch glasses, she brought her lips up to the glass, feeling an object touch her lips. A rough object... What was that? Whatever it was, it seemed familiar... Polair hung on to it, maybe she would figure it out while she waited for Engrav.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2018 7:40 pm
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This was the worst. Sure, it wasn't the first time Masoal found himself at an event with way too many bodies crammed in one place, but this time it was hot and loud and Emiola couldn't act as a buffer. She had her own things to do. In fact, she hadn't even been the one to drag him out like she usually would—though she had been the one to dress him in something appropriate for the occasion, shoes and all. This time, Masoal made the choice to come all on his own. Sort of. It had been a bit of a forced hand.
Quella was absolutely right in thinking Masoal wasn't the type to back down from a challenge.
Tugging at the collar of his shirt, the tealblood stood against the far wall and waited. The air around him was charged with awkwardness and agitation, enough that until he moved into the crowd proper, other trolls gave him some breathing room, at least. He hadn't taken a drink or a snack, he hadn't set foot on the dance floor, he hadn't done a single thing you were supposed to at an event like this. Ah, but the night was still young and he could finally see Quella in the distance. Her height definitely helped.
Of all the trolls on Masoal's short list of acquaintances, though, why had it been her? He asked himself this as he pushed through the crowd. Did she want to fight again? If that was the case, why this venue? Masoal would've gladly fought her outside.
"What took you so long?" he asked Quella from behind as he approached, his expression predictably grumpy.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2018 8:44 pm
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On the outside, Mahmud was all smiles as Static touched his horn. On the inside though, well... he was rattling off a mile a minute in his mind about how he was getting touched by static and how Static was smiling and just how dashing he looked in his uniform and wait one minute, when did he invite him to the prom?
"Hunh?" Leaning in to read the letter, he quickly made out that penmanship and cursed under his breath. "Yeah! Yeah I did invite you!" CERPIN WAS DEAD when he could find him. Absolutely dead. ******** going to jail for a million years or getting culled for pummeling a highblood. It would be well deserved, for doing something like this without... without... like, telling him first! "I don't get to see you often enough... and this is such a good chance to spend time together." Did Cerpin twist his words around? That ********. Well... at least he got his wish, and got to see Static?
Plus really, who wouldn't want to dance with him. "Sure." Mahmud gently took Static's hand into his own and lead Static to the dance floor. "Come on now, you know how to dance?" He grinned at his boyfriend and took his hands. "I don't know a lot, but I picked up on a lot from working here I guess..." Truth be told, he wasn't sure if he was any good or bad at it, since he never really tried. But Mahmud just moved along to the music along with Static, laughing all the while as he probably made a fool of himself.
"You know you look really good in your uniform..." The grin he had could'ave split his face in half. "I love it. I'm surprised you managed to get the night off from duty. I'm so glad you did though..."
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nepsah rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Buzzwulf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 12:19 am
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Quote: 1. You don't know why but your drink tastes something FOUL and you feel kind of sick for a few minutes.
Engrav Setlar
Engrav had looked for something appropriate for a while. It was difficult to narrow down what he wanted: flashy enough to stand out, not too gaudy so it didn't seem like he was trying to hard. It made his thinkpan hurt. He'd landed finally on a nice vest and black overcoat. It was hard to beat the classics.
Chittentown. Engrav hadn't been in his old neighborhood in far too long. It felt weird not having the desert wind in his face all the time. The air in Civisect tasted canned, stale from bouncing from building to building. He preferred it with just a taste of dust. It was intoxicating, with just the tinge of heady nostalgia.
The yellowblood had been looking for a reason to get into the Underworld. At least, a reason that didn't make him stand out like a sore thumb. He had a suspicion or two about Cerpin Sugall, and another few about the trolls that he employed, but without reason to snoop, he'd been unable to confirm those suspicions thus far. The P.R.O.M. had seemed like a gift from the messiahs themselves. Providence. He didn't plan to snoop, not just now, but it gave him an excuse to come back if he wanted. Plus, you never knew what an enterprising troll could discover if they just kept their eye peeled.
At least that's what he was telling himself. It seemed like he sure kept ending up in oddly compromising location with Polair. He wondered if that was truly happenstance, or if he was making it happen for some reason. The inventor hadn't expected her to agree to accompany him when he'd sent the note. He'd planned to go on his own, or possibly invite Caiden as a cover, but he'd been... surprised at her response. Engrav couldn't honestly think of a reason he'd wanted to go with her, and that flummoxed him. Curious indeed.
Engrav came in unannounced, sliding in with a couple other trolls deep in conversation. He winced at the pounding of the bass, missing eye twinging as the vibrations rattled in his thinkpan. He'd get used to it. The yellowblood scanned the room, picking up a few trolls he'd seen before and lots he hadn't. No Polair. At least not right away. If he knew her, though, she'd place herself somewhere difficult to miss. And she'd be the only one wearing a bathing suit, which should give him at least something to pick out of the crowd.
Ah. There, by the snack table.
Engrav made his way across the crowded room, only bumping into a few trolls on the way. Polair looked... different. Engrav flushed a little, picking up punch glass and filling it shakily, distracted by the highblood. "Uh, h-hi!" he stammered, turning to the seadweller. Stupid. And inarticulate. The inventor ground his teeth, desperately thinking of something to say. "That's, uh, that's a new look for you!"
He was mostly unsurprised by her outfit: he knew the seadweller had a fondness for all things gold and swimming suit, but... the glasses were new. Surprising. It wasn't so much the shades themselves, but what they represented. It seemed Polair was done hiding who she was. Engrav cleared his ignorance chute and carefully adjusted his bow tie. He really needed a drink.
He took a sip of his punch and practically gagged. What. Carefully, Engrav set the cup back down on the table, hoping no one else had noticed. Had he unintentionally grabbed a cup of... dishwater? It was disgusting! The yellowblood looked across at Polair. It looked like she was having trouble with her drink as well.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 12:45 am
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Quella Fehtan
Quella grinned at the tealblood. Oh man. He looked like he was just having the WORST time. "I was getting ready!" she said, smile as wide as a canyon. Masoal looked good. He was a lot bigger than the last time she'd seen him (of course, both of them were.) but he still had the same frustrated look. Perfect.
Maybe Eridia wanted her to get out and be pretty or whatever, but if she was going to dress up and go to a party, she was at least gonna do it with a troll that was interesting. And while Masoal was bad tempered, and aggressive, and grumpy, and had the disposition of a tuskbeast with a migraine, he had at least one thing that Quella wanted.
She was absolutely positive he wasn't boring.
Quella sucked down a steamed sea-bug tail with a slurp, barely tasting the food as she devoured it. The hunter took a long drag of punch, burped just a little, and slapped the tealblood on the back with a chuckle.
"Grab some grub!" the huge blueblood said. "It's free and DELICIOUS." The awkwardness of the tealblood made her feel way more at ease in the room. Maybe she didn't know how to walk in these stupid shoes and she wasn't wearing any armor, but at least it didn't look like she was gonna haul off and wail on anyone who looked at her funny. She still wasn't sure what all this dancing and music and stuff was supposed to be about, but at least she wasn't the only one.
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ImaginationsParadise rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 6:43 am
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Polair turned around to face Engrav. A little off kilter to the left but... The highblood couldn't help but smile, she couldn't believe he was actually here. Part of her thought he'd ditch her, thinking this would be all too much for him. She clearly had been wrong. Pol couldn't blame him though after being sprayed multiple times in zombie blood the last time they went out who'd like to spend time with her?
Engrav, there you are! I was starting to think you weren't coming. I'm glad you decided to invite me to this… Event. Truly wasn't expecting that. How are you?“ Luckily she was coming anyways. A small part of her did wonder how he decided to dress for the party. But she would never ask that question. God, that was stupid to think of. She just needed to focus on something else like why had he asked her out for this. Really, why did he invite her over?
Polair fumbled with her words as he noticed the outfit change. Did she really looked that different? Was he stunned? Maybe she hadn't really thought through her outfit. Maybe that was just the polite way to say, “hey… Stick with your usual attire, this looks awful.”
”O-oh! New as in good? Did I look obsolete b-before?” Cutting her bangs seemed like a bad idea, as she didn't have a way to hide her flustered face.
Hearing him gag over his drink Polair rushed over to get him a new glass. The only problem was that in her haste, she took from the same dishwater he had taken. “Here, I think this might help.”
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saedusk rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 2:52 pm
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Quote: 6. This drink is really refreshing and you feel a second wind of energy coming on.
Masoal breathed hard through his nose. If he were a troll with any social graces, he might've thought to tell her she looked nice even if he didn't much care how she looked. Then again, maybe she wouldn't have cared if he did, either.
"Fine," he responded shortly, reaching for a glass of punch. His mouth was a bit dry, that was the only reason. "I don't understand," he continued as he grabbed a drink, sharp nails clinking against the cup. "Why did you ask me to come? Do you think I like to dance?" Truth was, he had no idea how to dance.
Although... whatever this punch was, it was oddly refreshing in a way that made him hate they idea of spending the evening here a tiny bit less than before. "Do you even dance?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 3:24 pm
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 Static Charge
Static smiled, Mahmud was silly, it was adorable. "Im really glad i get to see you too." The blueblood responded with. Every day he didn't see Mahmud was one day too long. "Its a, um, interesting place..." Static said, actually rather unsure about the place. It wasn't bad, no not at all, it just didn't seem like the kinda place the blueblood imagined Mahmud working at. But, he wanted to see more of this Mahmud he didnt know, more of the brownblood's life. "Well, your going to have to lead me," The blueblood laughed. "I dont know anything about dancing, and its not one of the courses the military teaches."
Static took a deep breath for confidence, discretely wiped his already sweating palms on a handkerchief he brought for just this reason, and pulled Mahmud out onto the dance floor. "Yeah, well, i asked a few favors and they gave me the night off." Static hoped to glub his hands would keep sweat free, just for one dance. "After the whole, ghost thing, i got a bunch of days off for "sick leave"."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 3:29 pm
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Engrav Setlar
Engrav paled as he took a drink of the new punch. It was even worse. How was that possible? The yellowblood leaned back on the table, pouring the abhorrent solution back into the punch bowl as he did. Hopefully no one would notice. Gog, he still had that taste on the back of his ignorance chute, lingering like old fish.
"No! I mean, yes! Your outfit is all..." The yellowblood flailed through his mental terms desperately, not sure what he was looking for. He didn't want to be weird, but the highblood was making all of his thoughts disappear as soon at he tried to catch them. Engrav caught a hint of flush on Polair's face as well,and he glanced aside to regain his composure. "No, of course you didn't look obsolete. I just... You look amazing. And confident. It looks good on you."
Inwardly, he cursed himself, and the loss of faculty that had instigated his invitation. Who the hell did he think he was? Highbloods deigned to attend any event they gogdamned wanted, and he was pressing himself deep into the gears of their machinations. Good job, lowblood.
Plus, Polair always made it more difficult to concentrate. At the very least they should try to blend in. "I'm great!" he said with an nervous chuckle, running a metal hand through what was left of his hair. What was everyone else doing? There were a lot of trolls milling around, just talking, but there were even more getting onto the floor and dancing. He flushed like a wiggler, teeth grinding a bit as he thought through his next move.
"Do you, uh, do you want to head out on the floor?" Oh gog what was he saying. "I mean, it's getting a little crowded by the tables."
Engrav stood there for a second, fully expecting the universe to cull him right then and there. In fact, he was kind of looking forward to it.
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screamingshark rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 5:27 pm
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Cerpin was in a great mood. He could see faces he recognized mingling in the crowd and considered it a success that he'd managed to sucker Deimos into showing up. It looked like Mahmud was talking to some blueblood after all, was this one of the mysterious 'best friends' he had been talking about earlier? Another success. He weaved through the crowd to move towards the punch before spotting someone else in the mob of people.
"Oh hey, you actually came." He said with a pleased smile, the expression one might see on a very happy purrbeast playing with a toy. "You know, I made this whole party just to show you off!" The purpleblood laughed and moved to put an arm around Aerona's waist if she would let him. The crisp suit looked good on her and he wondered why she didn't dress as sharp as this more often. Hmm, she probably wanted to be practical, like Tevini was always trying to be.
"Wanna get a picture together? It might look better with one of these though." He pulled a corsage out to pin to her lapel, vibrant purple flowers with a shiny pink ribbon in an obvious effort to leave his mark. After all, they were moirails now, right? It was time for the rest of the world to know too! And oh did he intend to tell them tonight.
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