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[Maskless Temperance: 25/25 more upstanding than ur sons]

"I'm told I have a forgettable face." She wasn't told that. Just that she had a manly face, or a striking face, or a number of other things that tried to disguise themselves as compliments.But Temperance also recognized it was a good idea to simply agree with Ezra. Alois' mouthed words were ignored but appreciated. She owed him a pinch.

She nodded. "I will, of course, return soon. I did have a few things to speak to you about, of course, Ezra." Temperance swallowed the lump in her throat. She was supposed to return before doing this, but the opportunity had come and approaching him later on seemed even more dangerous. "A hypothetical probability-" She had no idea who the people in the parlor had settled on and, without that knowledge, defaulted to who she thought of first: Jack. She'd skedaddle afterwards.

Juniper Wilcox (Maskless) | 25/25 | Conversing with Hux

Seems we didn’t manage to heal all of his hurt. She noted at Hux’s pained expression as he stood. Still, at least he was alive after that terrible beating he took. Jun hadn’t been able to talk to him afterwards as he had shut himself off from the world. Not that she blamed him. Poor guy has been through hell. After all, how many beatings had he suffered through in his time here? A flash of anger boiled in Juniper again, but it didn’t last long. Not with Hux approaching and his wandering eyes.

A smirk danced across Jun’s face. “Amazing how you only noticed now considering I was perched on your lap earlier.” She chuckled, appreciating what she could only assume was a compliment. “Points to you for that, by the way.”

At his question, Juniper moved closer to Hux, her body almost pressing into his as she placed her own mask between the two of them, pushing it into Hux’s midsection. “I brought you this. I’ve got one too, now worries.” She flashed one of rabbit’s masks in her other hand. “I just haven’t put it on yet. I wanted to make sure that you and everyone else were safe first. You all have been through hell and back and damn well deserve to get out of this sacrificing s**t. Just...keep that hidden until the last second. I don’t want them trying to take it from you.” She offered him a smile.


“How long do you think you can stay away from her.” She nodded towards the stage and to whom she assumed was Adoelle with how close Hux had been to her. Glancing at the flute in his hand, Juniper gestured towards the table laden with drinks. “Come on, we can get a drink or something before you have to go back and play the obedient pet.”

Nathaniel Parrish - 25 / 25 - nominating


He'd thought about it while talking in the Plum Parlor, Nathaniel mulling over the various people he'd spoken to and seen. It was taking a lot out of him, trying to understand everything, the gaping pieces of the puzzle all still missing from the picture he was trying to put together. They had the edges, but not the rest, and it was making his head throb. Every time he thought he had figured something out, another thing only served to disrupt all that he had gathered.

He stepped up to the council, took a breath, and said quietly,

"I nominate Chris."

It was a decision he hadn't taken lightly. Nathaniel did not know too many people, and the few people he did, he did not want to put into the position that lay in front of them. It was precarious and unfamiliar, as was most of what was around him, and he had no answers for what to do. Lily's confidence in him was meaningful and kind, but misguided, Nathaniel thought, because he could do nothing himself.

"He is, from what I've seen, both calm and level headed," he said now, voice still quiet and wearied. "From what I've seen, he is capable and knowledgeable and understands what will be happening within the court this evening."

Mostly, Nathaniel thought, especially since he hardly knew the man. He hoped it wouldn't be seen as presumptuous of him to make the nomination, but he'd already made up his mind, and Chris had volunteered himself, back in the parlor.

Now it was just a matter of wondering whether or not he'd made the right choice.

Melany: ??/??, whoaaa

The ring awakens fitfully:

What she wants to kill isn't in her skin or in the gray pulse under her thumb. But it is necessary all the same.

Ignorant of this whisper, Melany nods at Jeremiah, her attention sliding off him only a moment after.

Hux Keighley (unmasked) - 25/25 - speaking with Juniper

"Hmmmmm, I noticed other things, I guess..." His mouth twitched into a half-smile that was almost flirtatious and his hand automatically slid to the curve of her hip when she pressed against him. He was a bit surprised by such a forward move, but when she pressed the mask to him he realized the reason behind her action. She was trying to be sneaky, not forward.

"I don't want it," he said. "Give it to someone else without one." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, catching a whiff of her scent- something sweet and perhaps a tiny bit tangy. He felt it was a fitting smell for her. "Thank you, though." He murmured. "But I can take whatever hell they throw at me tonight, and I wouldn't feel right about saving myself just to watch someone else die. I'd rather leave it to fate." He tucked a bit of blond behind her ear.

"I'd never say no to a drink with a beautiful woman, though. Lead the way, darling."

Juniper Wilcox (Maskless) | 25/25 | Trying to persuade Hux

"Other things?" She grinned.

The touch of Hux's hand on her waist caused Juniper to pause for a moment. It wasn't at all uncomfortable for her. Almost welcomed in fact. Still, she knew she was on a mission to get something done. She needed to stay focused and achieve her goal so she could get back to the parlor and find out what the rest of the plan was.

And then Hux kissed the top of her head. Mind, it certainly wasn't a difficult task for him considering how much he towered over her, but it still surprised her. In fact, it was the most emotion she had felt from the man all day and well...it was completely unexpected. She looked up at him with curiosity in her eyes and didn't protest his decline of her mask. Yet.

"Right, a drink." She said as she turned to walk with him to the table, making sure to keep both of the masks between them in an attempt to keep them hidden. "Drinking something a bit weaker than earlier?" Juniper tossed at him as she looked at the flute again. "Champagne, perhaps?"

"Look, I understand what you're saying...about the masks?" She clarified. "But we are working to make sure everyone who needs and wants a mask is getting one." She eyed him as she led the way to the drinks, pausing at the table to grab her own small flute to fill up, but she made no rush to do so. "I want to make sure you're safe. You've been through enough."

Hux Keighley (unmasked) - 25/25 - speaking with Juniper

"Champagne will do." Hux responded lightly, doing his best to avoid shifting the bits of him that hurt a little more than the rest as they moved forward toward the bar and further away from Adoelle's gaze.

When they had arrived at the liquor table, he glanced at each of the bottles carefully before plucking one from the rest and pouring it into his own tall flute. He did this while Juniper spoke, careful not to let any emotion show on his face. He wasn't exactly interested in doing anything that would give him more of a chance of surviving the night, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to tell her that.

"I'm safe enough," he said. "Adoelle will be the tithe tonight, she said so herself. All this mask bullshit is probably just for show. They find pleasure in the stress and mayhem it causes." He sipped from the crystal glass, glanced at Adoelle, then back at Juniper. "I'm not interested in playing the game." He said, the tone of his voice not leaving much room for argument. "I'm spent, Juniper. I should've died however long ago but you and Rabbit saved me. You don't owe me anything. Give the mask to someone more deserving."