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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:37 pm
((Delia - Food Table//Ebs – Food Table > Outside))
Another squeal of girlish mirth left her dark lips as Cordelia played along, gently batting the other away, her small hands not really doing much to move the big Sigel male, not that she really was trying to then.
Quickly the snake struck a dramatic pose, clasping her hands together and looking to him with such soulful greys, the look of a grieving princess or even queen perhaps. “Oh please! Please Mister Voodoo Priest Sir! Please don’t hurt my Ebby’s sweets! She worked so hard on them! I beg of you please! I’d do anything to keep them safe! Anything!” Another onslaught of bubbling laughter threatened to over take the girl then, but she remained strong and kept up her brilliant character. “Compliments you say? Yes! Yes of course! You are the absolute best Voodoo Priest in the world! No, the galaxy! And your power is only surpassed by your most handsome of faces!” Cordelia grinned brightly then, loving every moment of this pretend game, forgetting all about hating the holiday known as Halloween. Heck if it was really this much fun, then maybe she’d give it another chance.
Damn, her stupid plan had not worked as Rivener gave the British woman the most unusual of looks before turning all his attention on the one Shade he liked the best. Ebony sighed heavily before grabbing the basket with Cordelia’s violin in it and headed back out to the car. At least the scorpion was good for some things. If anything she could always count on him to distract the basilisk enough to the point she was out of whatever funk she’d managed to work herself into. Not to mention keep from seeing what Ebony was doing with her instrument then.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 10:15 pm
((Basil: Dunk Tank))
The young woman's assessment of his personal habits had been correct. While Basil was not so unhygienic that he should become a health risk to others or to himself, he frequently got into things he shouldn't, and wouldn't let a little dirt or grime get in the way of his pursuits. While his odor was not an offensive one, it was not entirely pleasant either; An earthy, musty smell like a stone basement or an elevator shaft. A smell few might be partial towards, but only a few. His nails were typically the worst offenders, black at the edges with various stains. Mostly paint and graphite from the pencils he broke. Try as she might, Genie couldn't always be on top of his grooming habits, and had tried to make him presentable for the party. But given he was already wearing an egregiously unkempt coat of old furs she hadn't bothered to dry-clean, it was like putting a tuxedo on a goat. She liked to think that perhaps, it was because Basil couldn't be concerned with how he looked. The way Einstein avoided haircuts for having too much on his mind to care about trivial things. Surface things. Comparing him to Einstein might have been a stretch, though.
She on the other hand, was very smart-looking, and for Basil, a living enigma. From one angle, she seemed refined and delicate. An interior, reclusive creature that preferred her own company to others, moving away where she could be alone with such wonderful thoughts as to make him wonder. To lead him to approach her, and find out more about her. And from other angles, she was as black and as spiky as a tarnished nail. So far, having now seen her face, she had only scowled, scoffed, and grimaced. It was a pity... She might have been very beautiful.
In spite of her smoky voice, scarce wrinkles, and close-cropped hair, when she smiled, his Genie was the most beautiful thing in the world. He might have been so crass as to tell the spider so (not to be malicious, but rather, because he was honest), had the shriek not interrupted him. Basil, being especially sensitive to noise, felt a residual shock long after the scream had went away. A quaking in his heart and a fluttering in his brain that refused to settle. As though someone had driven a tiny car through the interior of his skull, kicking up leaves and debris behind it. He moaned, thumping his forehead with the heel of his hand to ease his discomfort.
If not for the implications, Genie would have thought it endearing. The hairy beast stopping to scratch the fleas from its fur with a playful paw.
He looked where she had pointed him. The "idiot" as she'd said. A fluttering green shadow that danced through the crowd as gleeful as if he were one of the party favors. At a distance, he had been a blurry shape of fiery wings. Basil sighed softly to himself, quivering. To him, he had resembled a moth. Basil liked moths. Often, moths did not like Basil. Many times had he captured them in his cage-like fingers, and stroked the dust from their wings. Petting, until they tore in his pointed hands. And then, Genie would conveniently take them away. So he wouldn't have to think about them so much. Think of other things. He might have gone to investigate, abandoning the spider Frei, until he had bothered to turn around again, and only then became aware of the enormous tank beside her. Maybe this was what she had come to investigate. He couldn't blame her for being curious, having now seen it for himself.
He looked at her warily, as though judging the situation, and then back towards the tank. Finally, he erred towards a deep smile, rubbing his forehead to settle the complaints of the flies. Despite their harsh introduction, Basil was known to be relentless with new people... He hadn't quite gotten the hint that she didn't appreciate his company. He pointed blatantly to the tank, licking his front teeth in a way that was almost horse-like before he spoke, again, in the borrowed, female voice. "What's that, behind you?" He cleared his throat, his proper, masculine voice following, "What's it for?"
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 11:25 pm
(( Zul --> Pot Luck Table ))
The Sigel laughed. His mirth was a rich sound now, still a quiet sound that rolled like distant thunder but not nearly as soft or understated as before. "Offense?" Zul mulled the word, idly rubbing beneath the long beaked mask. "No, much to his chagrin. I wouldn't allow him the pleasure of getting under my skin. He's not worth that." Removing the hand from his mask, he gave a flippant wave, dismissing the idea of actually being bothered by the minty terror. "Do not worry your lovely head, Lu. He's a pest, nothing more." The demon could only imagine what the obstinate Wisp had done to fall short of LuLu's good graces, even going so far as to earn her ire, or so it appeared.
Sensing his female counterpart's upset, he lifted a hand from her back to gently smooth over her bright ears, the fur tickling his bare palm. "You are generous with your praise," Zul murmured softly to the Frei, giving her another affectionate squeeze in his one-armed hold. He could feel the warmth that radiated off her smaller body, countering it with his own internal heat that he had donned for the cooler evening. As the tipsy Frei assured him she was well, he smiled again behind his mask, a quiet expression; he'd been with Lucia during her madness and had been her confidante in the aftermath. He knew otherwise that the rabbit hadn't been well, but it wasn't like he was going to push the issue. Zul did not want to remember those harrowing days, instead offering another line of praise and comfort. "I am always happy to be with you, Lu. You remind me of the first days of spring, that feeling of newness in the air, excitement and vibrancy. I am joyous to see you again."
The avian mask lifted in the slightest with the aid of his fingers, but only just: the bottom cusp of it held just above his upper lip as he did press a kiss to her brow, not letting the festivities get in the way of his promise. "Absolutely. You have my word, and before we leave tonight, you will have all the numbers I can be found at. I will make sure to call -- and failing that, I do know how to write a letter. I may even deliver it in the flesh." A playful, lop-sided smile curved Zul's lips before the mask slid over his bearded chin again, fitting comfortably into place.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:23 am
[[ Buffet Table ]]
The crocodile answered his question before Prajna could. Were Varun’s head fins not pinned down beneath his bandana (well, he wasn’t quite sure the red rag wrapped around his forehead was a bandana entirely, but it reminded the sea monster of having long hair, red and fluttering behind him, so he wasn’t about to argue with the costume’s design), he might have oscillated them with mild interest. Cruz, as the reptile dubbed himself, did not actually seem to be all that hostile, even as the leviathan attempted to stake his claim on his closest friend. Not entirely sure what to do with a Raevan who wasn’t acting as an immediate threat, he opened his mouth to introduce himself when Eiry decided to make his grand entrance. Indeed, it was a spectacular show, and he should not have expected anything less from the green ghoul. Varun did not know him well, but he was still the first Raevan he’d ever met - he was there when Kinsey had come to take him home from the lab. Wings relaxing a few notches, he glanced warily between Cruz and Eiry a few times when the Sigel simply floated through the youngest of the bunch to give him a complete once over.
Teal eyes went wide and Varun’s nostrils flared, snorting like a spooked stallion. How…? he wondered aloud, awestruck by the Will o’ Wisp’s inherent ability. For a brief moment, curiosity got the best of the Seasonal Frei and he leaned forward, attempting to pass his own finely-boned hand through the older Raevan. Was it Cruz that made it possible, or was it Eiry? His money was on the older Raevan, naturally, with age came wisdom, but more importantly, power. But all too soon, Eiry had turned to Cruz, and Varun was content to let them be, for the moment. He would ask the Sigel later, if he knew where his woman went. Perhaps those who spent so much time at the Lab would keep track of these things. Someone must, surely. (He didn’t, and he regretted that, slightly. Kinsey was much harder to sniff out then he ever imagined.)
Shifting his attention back to his favorite Star, the sea monster reached out to touch his newly scaled wings, smirking with some amusement. Mhhhm. Like Varun’s, he noted, raising his eyebrows. The mood darkened with the mention of his absent guardian, fraying wings flat out to the side. While the dark color was not actually unnatural for the beast (as he had yet to completely understand, the branch that had given birth to him, the color of his scales would reflect the season…even if completely out of order, so during the fall, when they should reach their most fiery peak, they had instead turned black and dark, like the depths of winter), the pinholes and rough edges were sign of fin rot. While neither deadly nor hard to cure, Varun hadn’t the slightest why the scales itches so much, why his wings kept tearing. If he had been eating more regularly, hadn’t been out of the salt water so long, perhaps it wouldn’t have happened, but without Kinsey to monitor him, the leviathan was doing a rather poor job of keeping all the pieces together. He needed his woman to come home. She is supposed to. I even dressed what she picked out. Have not seen her, but she said, before she left, that she was going. So I will match her, and find her, he grounded out his logic, aggravated. It sounded so perfect in his head, but the police officer was no where to be seen.
Prajna’s attention quickly seemed to be shifted elsewhere. Varun sniffed haughtily, reaching forward to give his friend another little shake. Eyes on me when my words are for you, he warned, a hint of danger in his voice. Flaring his wings outwards, he gave a toss of his elegant head. I see Alex. Kinsey’s friend. Maybe she knows things… I see you. And with that, the Frei whirled about, his ribbon twirling beneath his heavy charcoal jacket as he flirted across the floor, weaving around others until he reached where Alex stood, though she seemed to have other company. No matter. The leviathan reached or one of her arms, careful to grasp and grab like he would his own Kinsey. Alex, he rumbled. Cannot find my Kinsey. Disappeared, like she was never here at all. You see her, you hear her? Varun gave a huff, brows furrowing. This did not go as he expected.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:13 am
(( Anita & Cruz – Buffet Table ))
”He seems quiet pleasant.”
Anita beamed. Her pride for the reptilian Frei just a few paces from them nearly allowed Namini's self-interrupted statement to go in one ear and out the other, but she got the general gist of it. It seemed as though normally the Star was in a bad mood or some sort; she could understand that, memories of Anastacia throwing Cruz over a desk for kissing her still fresh in her mind. The woodsman gave a shrug to the other girl's concern, keeping her smile as she watched the two Frei's interact with one another.
The next question was one that surprised her and it made Anita realize that she was probably going to make a lot of other Raevan guardians surprised by the truth but it was better they find out from her while he was full than to be surprised when he was hungry. ”He's been with me for about a month and a half now,” she mused, not quite sure on the exact number of days but it was a decent enough estimation, ”And, uh... hah. Yeah. I actually don't think I went twenty minutes of being around him when I picked him up before finding out what he eats.” Crossing her arms and pressing a hand to her mouth she glanced at Cruz once before calling the Nao siblings' attention with her eyes. Anita leaned in close and lifted her hand just enough that her voice wasn't muffled, and whispered ”His essence was forceful mistletoe. It forced people to kiss each other. He... feeds on kisses.”
It was surprising to hear that some caretakers had found that a problem, figuring out what their charge fed. Cruz was so open about his hunger after leaving the tank he immediately kissed Anya and then once he was out of danger from the spider proceeded to kiss Anita, it had been impossible not to determine what he ate. As Zeke put it, there were only two options; either he was really friendly, or kisses nourished him, and it was definitely... a mixture of both, it seemed. The exchange that followed made Anita grin but she hid it behind a palm against her face.
So he was like that with everyone, even his own sister. Namini's concern struck her as ironic but Anita responded with a light chuckle, ”I wasn't a part of Lab when we first met.” The word 'owner' didn't sound quite right to her, as if it meant the Raevans themselves were pieces of property rather than the stunning individuals that they were. Anita was by no means a scientist and her thoughts were based highly on emotion and subjectivity rather than the objectivity of experimentation, so she could not even fathom thinking of the Raevans as mere test subjects, a means to an end. Certainly Namini hadn't intended it that way, a slip of the tongue, but Anita chose not to use the word in kind and leave it at that.
Eiry's shriek came then and Anita recovered from her initial shock, having practically thrown herself to the ground in reaction, with a fit of laughter. It wasn't quite Halloween yet but it was close enough inside this particular barn and the ghostly Raevan was certainly into the spirit of things. She congratulated him, and then heard her name called from across the barn. Alex was calling out to her and waving, which she returned again with a giggling wave of her own before Zeke all but strong armed her toward the food table. The will-o-wisp's words drew her attention back and the woodsman gave a sly grin to the minty Sigel for the compliments pouring out of his mouth. Perhaps if he hadn't decided to go as Little Red himself and she was wearing the cloak as originally intended, David might have laid the flirting on a bit more thick than to a butch looking lumberjack with fake facial scruff.
Turning back to the Nao's, having missed David practically falling into a nearby woman, she supposed now would be a good time to ask. She knew the Raevans could have strange abilities, become powerful, and while Cruz had yet to truly show any extraordinary traits outside of his gnashing teeth and scaled back, there could be a time in the future where more dangerous abilities showed themselves. Him getting defensive about David hugging her was a good sign that it was inevitable. ”Have you guys had any, um...” she struggled with the right words, ”Hiccups with Prajna?” No, no, that wasn't quite right. ”Like um, any... incidents... or weirdness?”
She bit her lip, hoping her words hadn't caused offense. ”It's just... I'm really knew to this and I kinda wanna know what I'm in for,” Anita forced a laugh but it came out awkward, embarrassed now that this topic was out in the open.
Cruz was given no time to prepare as Eiry all but draped himself over the Frei, shouting jovial remarks and compliments with words he still did not understand. The intent was clear to the crocodile however and a sheepish grin was curled across his face for the duration of Eiry's speech. His eyes drifted apologetically to the Star and Serpent for the interruption but even that too was encroached upon by a sudden feeling of cold. A sharp but quiet gasp left the Frei, a muttering of ”Ee-eerie...!” getting drowned out by the surrounding chatter and the Sigel's own voice.
Relief washed over him once his minty acquaintance removed himself from his chest, his arms quickly hugging what little body he had as he shuddered and shivered for a few seconds. Still, the compliments were warm enough and he had to admit it was an extremely cool trick, one that even Varun seemed intent on learning about as he reached out for Eiry. Before he knew it, Cruz was swept up in the talkative Raevan's arm and he quickly nestled closer to get a bit more body heat. It was difficult to do with Eiry, however, as he seemed to be some subtle mixture of luke warm but it was better than the chill he had been wracked with while he had been passing through him.
Every other word spoken by the Sigel, Cruz would cast his glance to Prajna and the newcomer, but for now it seemed the two were amusing each other. He felt slightly rebuffed, but Eiry was good company and there would always be time to catch up with the Star later. Perhaps time to do what he intended and touch Prajna's face and hair, its feathers fake and real. All of the commotion was certainly doing one thing for the Frei; his rune pulsed hungrily. It would not be long now before the symptoms of his hunger began showing, but for now he kept the feeling at bay as he did not want to interrupt the current conversation Eiry seemed to be having... with himself. He nodded along, of course, allowed himself to be turned any which way the Sigel desired, smiled and muttered short replies of 'yes' to his questions, but it wasn't until Eiry turned and gave a ghastly face that Cruz truly reacted – he nearly dropped his basket again. The subsequent laughter eased his shock, body practically going limp in reaction as his smile eased back into place.
”Yes,” he gave simply in regards to everything Eiry had said. Yes to stories, yes to spooks and ghosts and whatever else, yes to it all. But... was it yes for Prajna and Varun? Cruz turned to look at the two once more, brows furrowing curiously as the Serpent held the Star closer than most friends would for a moment before dropping all contact and making his way to the woman in the orange jumpsuit.
Well, if it was just to be him, the specter and the star, then he had to offer up their company now. Gently separating himself from Eiry's friendly grasp, he held a long fingered hand out toward it with a reassuring smile. ”Prrashna,” he purred, ”Yes?” Whatever merriment Eiry had in store, he very much wanted the star to be a part of it if it so desired. Before Varun's arrival it seemed just as enthralled with him as he was with it and this caused his rune to pulse in turn, both from excitement and a very slowly growing urge to touch its lips with his own.
”Eerie,” he rumbled hopefully, ”Prrashna?” While not entirely clear, the intent was to ask the Sigel if it was alright to bring the star, just as well as asking the star if it wanted to join in on their small group. Cruz could only hope, for it truly was the more the merrier in his green eyes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:17 pm
((Zeke -- Buffet Table
Anya -- Dunk Tank ))
"He 'couldn't handle' seeing me like this?" Zeke raised his brows at Alex and her impish smile, feigning surprise for a moment before acting overly dramatic and throwing his free arm over his face. "I really AM terrifying! My own boyfriend couldn't handle the thought of me in this suit again! Oh woe is me..."
He was as smitten with Brad as the older man was with him and thus had a good feeling he knew why the older man had declined the invitation. That was fine with him. Besides, he'd be bringing the party to the architect in his own way later. Still, he trailed off into laughter, eyes alight with mirth when he dropped his arm again and catching Alex just as the zoologist crinkled her nose at him. Her threat was heard and reacted to, but not in shock. Instead the vet shook his head, sighing softly as though to say 'good try but...' before speaking.
"I know you will, Monkey, but you do know I can probably find a key, right? And that if I can't, I could probably have Kyou on my side to let me into your office? You know, if I don't blind him first?" He gave her a sly look, playing with her just as much as she was with him. He would be wearing that tomorrow for sure, and shared almost all of Alex's thoughts about what would happen that day because of it. All in all? It would be one helluva a day for sure and while he was enjoying the party as it was, he couldn't wait for tomorrow.
"Jarring-ly awesome you mean." His tone turned matter of fact as he replied to Alex's quip. He nodded to add to his statement, but did stop to give a halfhearted sigh to sound defeated. "But if you really feel that way," he hugged the woman to his side, kissing the top of her head; "I guess I'd be okay with you wearing it in private instead. Wouldn't be as fun as taking you out on the town, but if you want to stay in and do a fashion show so I can see it for myself, then I won't deny you that. Heck, I'll even provide the music and you can flaunt that gun all you want then too."
He snickered, holding a gloved hand up to teasingly muffle the sound until Alex made mention of Eiry's entrance being "tame". The vet looked the ghostly Sigel's way, already beginning to wonder what wasn't considered as such when it came to him. In that vein as well he had to wonder how Alex had survived her time at the Delaran household if what she said was true. By that time, however, they had reached the buffet table and Anita was in sight. Given she was talking to two others he remained respectful and thus didn't run up and grab the woman like he would have in any other case. However, since it was a party and that Alex wanted to say 'hello', Zeke did reach out and tap her on the shoulder; fully meaning to offer her a beam and cheery greeting when she turned around and give his sister the chance to have her share too.
She cast her ire to the minty Sigel and continued to glare even when he was out of sight in the mass of color across the room. It had been a long, long time since she had seen Eiry - to the point where she had forgotten his ridiculous name - but his colors stuck out amongst other Raevans and his wings even more so. Now that he had made his entrance, his scream stuck in her head - echoing in her eardrums and making the ring.
Anastacia flinched as she had her crown pull her loose hair away from her ears and hold it back, allowing her to freely press her fingers against the holes that made up her ear canals. She wriggled them in a vain attempt to mute the echo, but it seemed the sound was stuck in her head for the time being, making her grimace and strike a point against the Will o' Wisp. At least the sound had gotten the creepy one's disconcerting gaze off her for the moment. With those eyes off her personage she felt she could breathe a little easier, but was still feeling uncomfortable because of it. Anastacia had now discovered the concept of 'bad looks' and was not keen to have one on her again. She moved away from him - to the side of the tank instead of in front of it - keeping all eyes on the fur-clad male as she did so and dropping her wings once she was around to the tank's left than between it and the male. She didn't feel comfortable just yet, but she could still flip them at him at a moment's notice all the same. She didn't want to be stuck again.
Maybe he'll go over there. She didn't want to be stuck again, but his posture seemed to indicate that her idea was so. That was fine by her - the male could go as far over there as he liked...so long as he didn't come back afterward. That wasn't the case however, and Anastacia found herself under Basil's eye once again. That horse-like licking of his teeth was not missed and made her inwardly go 'ew', but she was well aware that he was starting to become interested in the tank over her. Good, very good, even though she herself did not know what it was.
Even before they had arrived so Zeke could help set everything up, the veterinarian had gone on and on and on about the party and what would be going on at it, including games. Anastacia's method for his rambling was zoning out - something that she had become a master of in regards to the vet. As such, she had employed this manner of defense against stupidity and had missed the entirety of Zeke's explanation of the tank. What it was, what it did, how it worked...She had no clue.
"I don't know." She said flatly to the Cobra, but only after she got over the jarring nature of hearing her voice come from his mouth and then become a decidedly masculine voice. Hearing her cool, dulcet, and obviously feminine tones turn into...well...THAT was like a sudden creep up her spine - unfamiliar and damn near gross with how it felt. Still, she answered simply to get him away from her. She had no idea, he had no idea, and maybe he would decide to investigate for himself. That would be good. She could get away then and silently egged on the power's that be for that to happen.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:50 pm
(( Shep and Vivi - Arriving))
"Oh, come, come, now. See if you can do the accent!" an undead harlequin with a deep French accent taunted behind her as she glided into the festival. Vivi LaCelle looked rather unlike her usual self but every bit as theatrical as her pedigree: her skin was painted a cool grey-blue, and delicate lines of stitching traversed her limbs like tiny spiderwebs. She had great false eyelashes that popped unfathomably far from her heavily done-up lids, a full violet mouth, and long black-and-blue harlequin tights that disappeared into a dress: a blue corset that dipped into a short, gathered tutu. She moved with a lazy sort of grace that showed her appreciation for the costume's drama.
"I -- I'll -- ugh -- I'll give it a shot," a cowboy drawled behind her, clearing his throat as if to get out all the Aussie out of his speech. Shepard's costume was far inferior to Vivi's, although it had taken her much longer to persuade him to wear it. He had a few days' worth of scruff on his chin, a cowboy hat on his head, a buckle on his belt, mud on his jeans, and spurred boots on his feet. He chewed self-consciously on a stalk of wheat, and attempted again to effect a Southern accent. "Ma'am, I hate to tell you, but this shore is dumb."
"The Shepard, always the pessimist. Perhaps there is someone we know here! And if not, there are always new friends to be made~!" Vivi lilted, peering all around her with great curiousity. "Goodness, what food!"
"Yup," Shepard tipped his hat up slightly. "Shore is a lot of grub."
Vivi flipped back her heavily-curled hair. "Ahhh, and wine~"
"Seems that way, ma'am."
"You are enjoying that, are you not?"
"I reckon so."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 3:04 pm
(( Alex --> Near the Buffet Table ))
By the time they were close enough to the buffet table for the woman to get a better look at Anita's costume, Varun fairly filled her vision, prompting her to disengage her hold of Zeke. Giving the younger man a smile that promised catching up later, she stayed back enough to speak with the red-head. When he seized Alex's arm, she was content to cover it with her own hand, unfamiliar with the Leviathan's skin but finding comfort that he reached out to her at all. Furrowing her brows, she cast a quick glance around the costumed party in a helpless gesture; she had no idea what she was looking for! "What is she dressed as, Varun?" she asked, giving his Jack Sparrow attire and appreciative glance. At least Kinsey had some good taste in dress-up.
Thinking of the vibrant woman, she was more certain that she'd not be able to pick the cop out of a group of party-goer's -- as attention grabbing as she was normally, it'd be hard to know what to look for when the woman was trying to gussy up for the holiday. "Don't worry. If she's here, we'll find her -- and I'll give her a good talking-to for not saying hi sooner, okay?" Smiling reassuringly, she waited Varun's answer so she could be of use to him, her hands somewhat tied for the moment.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 3:46 pm
((Melisande -> Arriving))
Melisande drifted slowly towards the sounds of the festivities, sounds that made her suddenly nostalgic. She was only here at Anderson's insistence...the kind old man had even offered to dress as a sculptor, and accompany her. Not that her perfectly pale countenance needed the explanation; every inch of her was alabaster white, her skin carefully painted, her curls swept up and artfully set, her dress a study in revealing Grecian draping. The Muse was a living statue, drifting so slowly into the barn that the luminous white cloth of her dress barely rippled.
Her expression was serene, despite the tickle of uncertainty inside her. It was difficult to see through the milky contacts that muted the blue of her eyes, almost as though she were looking through a thick fog. She gazed through it silently, one arm held to the side as though she were frozen in graceful min-gesture. The other hand rested low on her bare stomach...the length of white cloth that covered her breasts looped around to her lower back, leaving very little to the imagination. It was surprising how slight Pasha's frame truly was, the corsets she usually wore were never tightened.
Surprisingly, it wasn't the revealing costume that was giving her pause. There were things weighing on the Sigel that did not touch her face; her brow was unlined, her lips ever so slightly parted. But inside she was acutely aware that she hadn't been out of the house since her last trip to the Lab.
She hadn't even called to see how the other Sigels were doing.
The last, terrible sound she'd heard that day still haunted her. The rending shriek, the thick horrible crack. Melisande hadn't had the strength to look...she hadn't even tried to witness Roux's final moments, but there was no mistaking that sound. Roux was dead, and she still had to face the others that she had left behind. She'd failed to protect them, and she'd failed to save Roux...the guilt of it was always with her.
Pasha was suddenly grateful for Anderson's choice of costume. It was so much easier to stay silent, to stay still. She simply didn't know what to say. She paused just inside the doorway, still gazing wide eyed into the fog of her own white world, and tried to soak up the sounds of the gathering. The ringing sounds of laughter and voices lifted in conversation were comforting, to say the least.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 3:55 pm
Costume Contest Entry Form Name: Melisande
Human or Raevan: Raevan
Costume: Grecian Statue- Melisande is a study of beauty and serenity in her pale costume. Every inch of her skin is painted pure white, from her fingernails to the delicate whorls of her ears. Her alabaster curls are tightly set and swept back from her face, piled artfully atop her head and held in place with a wide, simple band. Only a single spiraling lock has escaped the coif, laying coyly against the curve of her neck. Her wings and the delicate flowers at her temple are immaculately powdered, and she wears a pair of milky contact lenses to mute the blue of her eyes.
The draping of her white Grecian dress is elegant and ethereal. A length of white, rich cloth winds around her body in a way that seems to defy gravity, spilling from one shoulder to ride lightly across her breasts and looping around to rest low across her bare back. The cloth falls from a rope belt at her waist into thick, luscious folds that are starched into place, to enhance her statuesque illusion. The Sigel drifts slowly when she moves, and relaxes into a new graceful pose every few minutes.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 3:55 pm
(( Genie: Buffet Table --> Outside
Basil: Dunk Tank ))
While she had been relieved to find that none of the other guests had been made aware of her accident at the buffet table, Genie had a new problem. Try as she might to clean up the food from the floor with napkins, certain items had inadvertently seeped through onto her hands. Not to mention, she was using far too many napkins than what was socially acceptable under any circumstance. Not that Genie made a point of aligning herself with what was socially acceptable. Not always.
Nonetheless, she would have to come back for her meal at a later time. With damp fingers traipsing around a less-than-immaculate barn floor to pick up stray carrots and macaroni salad, from the wrists down she was a disaster, and desperately needed to find a sink. She trusted her second plate to be left alone unattended, and holding her forearms out in front her, glanced first for a bathroom. It then occurred to her that she wasn't sure how she would manage opening and closing a door with messy hands. There was always that one person at a party who had a nasty habit of somehow, someway, destroying a bathroom for everyone else, and she was not keen on being that person. Not at the first party she'd been to in several years. She then remembered that outside, there had been a metal spigot of some kind in a concrete basin. She assumed it was meant to wash any last-minute impurities from the fruit. She scuttled out the door into the chilly air to find it. Her flats scuffling through a round gravel patch, she shortly came across it and turned the faucet, relieved to have circumvented another disaster.
As she washed, then dried her hands on the front of her dress, she glanced out across the vineyards. Sumptuous and breathtaking on this cool, autumn night. The shine of the moon off dozens of windshields in the distance and the breeze carrying a relaxing smell like grapes and freshly tilled earth for harvest. The location for this party had been ideal. She would remember it always. She was tempted to go inside and invite Basil out to see such a wonderful night himself, but thought better of it. Wherever he was, surely he was enjoying himself. She would hate to drag him away from a friendly conversation or a funny story on her account. A pit dropped into her stomach for worry. Worry for Basil's social graces, or the lack thereof. She hoped he would manage...
Just as she was about to turn back inside to find him, and check on the status of things, another figure came out from the barn. A woman, in layers of forest green. She smiled warmly, recognizing the character before the woman beneath it. Yes, Genevieve had grown up with enough older brothers to develop a healthy love of comic books, although her father often forbid them in the house. The books rotted their brains and spoiled their futures. The complimentary bubblegum rotted their teeth and spoiled their dinners. She would have approached the woman to compliment her on her costume alone, but after a brief onceover, the face beneath the vibrant red hair seemed strikingly familiar. Then, it hit her. Yes!
"Ebony?" She ventured. Shaking the water from her hands. "It's you, right? It's been a long time!" She smiled, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear with damp fingertips, "I won't be offended if you don't remember me none, it's just nice to see an old face. You leaving already?"
As it turned out, the spider woman didn't know either. Basil nodded as if in understanding, turning away from her to examine the tank further. He could clearly see that it was filled with water, like a giant drinking glass. Briefly his mind entertained the possibility of a behemoth creature attending the party and becoming angry to discover its beverage being disturbed. As the scenario unraveled in his head, he mumbled accordingly. But then he plainly saw some kind of tarp beside the tank, with a circular pattern in the middle. A pattern he did not yet know to be a target. He became aware of all sorts of metal apparatuses and devices that drinking glasses did not possess. As this did not support his previous theory, he frowned. Simply, he was stumped.
Lacking certain faculties for critical thought, he explored the tank as best as he knew how. Naturally, he pressed his hands flat against the glass, only to jolt away when he discovered how cold it was to the touch. When he moved, a layer of filth dusted from his coat like an ageing dog that had been laying on a sunny porch, then shook itself. He touched it again with a hesitant fingertip, then pressed his cheek against the smoothness of it. In the meanwhile, he continued to speak as though he and the spider had been having a pleasant conversation from the start. Asking questions casually of her. "Hey, why are you alone anyway?" An innocent question with a very simple answer. One that he had not been able to glean from her disapproving scowl of him. "Lots of people here... I bet you don't have friends." Whereas most would have said such a thing to be malicious —to be catty or cruel— Basil spoke as if it were a simple fact. The way he might say a broken lawnmower was missing a part or a button was coming loose from someone's shirt. It was not a judgment, it was an assessment.
After a small pause, he then added happily in a similar tone, "I have friends."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:10 pm
[[Aphismet = Wine tasting // Rivener = Food Table]]
Aphismet laughed at the idea of a rotund Lulu stuffing herself with cakes and cookies. He didn't know the rabbit Frei very well, but for some reason the idea appealed to him. She seemed the type who WOULD eat all the cakes she laid her eyes on... Perhaps it was her sweet disposition? Her childlike innocence? Like a three-year-old who didn't understand why she couldn't eat all the cookies in the jar right now. The chef's laughter rose as he imagined her pouting over a jar of cookies like that, but Josh's mention of Eiry quickly made that laugh taper off into a sheepish chuckle. "Y-yeah, well. Eiry's got his charms. He just-... doesn't really know when to hold back on the, uh... The festivities, let's say. At least it's in season, and I'm sure he's not trying to be mean!" Wondering why he was defending the minty brat when he pretty much shared Josh's opinion on the matter, Aphi subtly glanced around for Isi. He should be easily visible in that Ghostbuster costume, but for the moment the younger Delaran escaped his older brother's view.
The next topic was much safer, though Aphi's grin kept its sheepish edge. "I WOULD be a good Santa with this hair, wouldn't I? Though I'd need to get to work on those cookies and cakes myself. I think I'll stick with this, in that case, hahah. And Riv didn't put that much thought into this, I'd made the mistake of asking him and Isi for help choosing an outfit for a date with A-...A-Alex. Hm, that was like a year and a half ago? I was kind of frazzled so I let them put all kinds of costumes on me before I realized none of them were appropriate for a date. Riv took pictures of all of them." He gave an embarrassed grimace. "This was one of those outfits. That's the story."
Though speaking of Alex like that inexorably meant his eyes would seek out the Italian woman, finding her close by on her way to the food table, a Captain-Jack-Sparrow Frei on her arm. He smiled hesitantly, not sure what kind of expression he should wear, and waved at her if he caught her eye at all.
Rivener snickered and straightened as Cordelia took to the teasing like a fish to water, playing the part of terrified princess valiantly defending the purity of... of pastries. Laughing at her antics, the Sigel curved his talons and pretended to advance towards the pies a little, until Dells finally relented and gave him what he'd asked for: praise. He beamed with mock-haughtiness and posed as well, hands on hips and chest out, head tossed to the side and wings rattling their hanging bones ominously before he once again adopted his spooky hunched-over form, inching closer to Delia with waggling fingers. "Hm! Very well! I'll spare your foolish Ebony's pies, this time! But if you hadn't ended up saying I was the best in the GALAXY, then your pies would be toast! That's how I curse them! I make everything into toast! Toast cupcakes, toast wine, toast all in the dunk tank! How horrible is that! Treeeeemble before my might, of I'll put toast down your back!"
Laughing, Rivener leapt the rest of the way and grabbed his Smokey friend, tickling up her back and spinning her around once before placing her back down. He tugged the hood of her cloak to cover her face before stepping back, a wide happy grin splitting his black-and-white-painted features. "There, no more pouting! You're at a party, with all your friends! You should be having fun, not sulking in your lovely lovely cloak. C'mon, let's go see someone, shall we? Who do you want to go see? Pick, and I'll follow."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:19 pm
[[ Buffet Table ]]
What was she dressed as? Varun gave Alex a puzzled look, trying to flutter his head fins beneath his head wrap. Shouldn’t she know? Wasn’t that the point of the costumes? The leviathan gave an agitated sigh, his wings spread and rattling, thin bones quivering as the flesh between them gave and gave. If he kept it up, there’d be little wing to speak of at all. He was glad he cut the slits in the back of his coat, however; having his fins crushed against his body made the seasonal Frei feel like he was drowning. You know. Jack Sparrow, beardy guy. Varun held his hand to his chin, wiggling his fingers to simulate said facial hair. Beardy octopus guy. He blows bubbles. Flying Dutchman? Leave it to the leviathan to remember Davy Jones’ ship, but not his actual name. Release the Kraken!
Pff, but who would want a silly squid when they could have a proper sea monster, anyways?
Chasing the notion from his mind, he thread a hand through his recently butchered hair. At least the shortness felt a little more normal these days. Been days, Alex. I think. Time wasn’t really something a leviathan paid much heed to, though he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he had. He always came home after his excursions, was it so much to expect his guardian to do the same? Varun fanned his wings out again. I look on. If you see her…
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:40 pm
Costume Contest Entry Form Name: Rivener - Voodoo Priest
Human or Raevan: Raevan
Costume: The red-and-black hair had seen the addition of a multitude white clip-on strands, and they stuck out ferociously in black-red-white braids all over his head, fake dreadlocks. He'd shed his usual shirt to go bare-chested instead, though he'd painted his face and the upper portion of his chest in black paint, copiously decorated with white swirls and whorls and dots that somehow ended up giving the impression of a stylized skeleton. Around both biceps, the usual sharp and spiky adornments had been replaced with coarse rope bindings from which dangled bones, feathers and claws. From his wrists, wrapped with the same coarse-rope binding, smaller bones rattled together whenever he moved. Around his waist, a string of tiny morbid skulls held up a long trailing black skirt that split along both areas where legs should be. On the fabric, Rivener had painted random symbols in crusty white paint. His wings, the only part he hadn't bothered hiding much, simply displayed more strings of bones along the serrated edges. Every time he preened and rustled his wings, a very wonderful rattle would sound, just as with his wrists.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:58 pm
(( By the Buffet Table ))
Cocking her head to the side as the Leviathan displayed his displeasure, she did her best not to look at the decaying wings; she could still remember meeting with Roux when his wings were molting, though the memory of the then-Frei was enough to make her heart feel heavy. Brushing memories of a pink-haired receptionist and a chilly Roc aside, she instead paid attention to Varun's animated description of the villain of the series, laughing and bobbing her head with understanding. "Davy Jones?" she offered helpfully, smiling with deepest amusement to herself. Really. Kinsey as the sea monster-man? Given her choice of Raevan, the idea absolutely tickled the good-humored Italian. "I'll keep an eye out for her--"
But then he continued, alarm striking her features suddenly. "Days?" Her first thought was to ask if Kinsey was okay, but the way Varun said it... "...does she do this a lot?" Her voice was only slightly tight then, lips tucked into a frown. She knew Kinsey was busy, but disappearing for days when Varun was in such a state...? Knowing that the Leviathan was a creature of pride, she didn't want to infringe on him with her worry -- keeping that aside for herself and to make some phone calls to see what the hell was going on. Squeezing the Frei's hand in gentle encouragement, she offered him another smile. "If I see her, I'll send her your way, Varun. It's good to see you again. You call me if you need anything, okay? Anything at all. Zul and I are always happy to hear from you." She didn't want to say 'help' or anything that implied the Seasonal male couldn't handle himself, instead simply leaving her offer open for him to take or reject at his leisure.
Again casting her eyes around for Davy Jones, she instead caught Aphismet looking her way -- or rather, right at her! She couldn't see his smile beneath his mask, but she could see the wave, the likes of which she returned with a joyous expression of her own. Motioning that she'd be right there -- or that he could come to her -- she returned her eyes to the Frei, her expression attentive.
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