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 Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 9:22 am
The Tree Speaker
The urge to courtsy struck her so hard her knees wobbled as she fell into the motion, hands lifting her skirts up slightly as she did so. Cranberry, his name was Cranberry. Her heart leapt at that, and she yearned to touch him, to hold his hand. But.... she had Cadmus, she couldn't hold Cranberry's hand. She was Cadmus's!
She couldn't... hold his hand, could she? That would be wrong. Very wrong.
Yet she wanted to so badly her hands twitched in the fabric of her dress. She bit her lip, unable to stop the motion and tried to stare at anything but his mouth or face or hands. So she stared at his left shoulder, very pointedly.
"It's... overwhelming, a little. Lots of people, and I don't know who is a friend, and who isn't. It's.... very off putting, these masks..." she said, curling a finger in her blue hair and still not looking at him. This was so wrong, so wrong, she had Cadmus and yet here she was trying to flirt with Cranberry and---
Stars she just wanted to go and hide somewhere and never show her face again.unohime oh our sweet summer children...
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 9:41 am
Narcissa/Viminal
She frowned at being called dollface, but smirked at the not cat, "just play one on tv, huh? Well I suppose little rumble box than you are a very convincing actor." She chuckled and sipped her champagne once more. "And I obviously know a thing or two about mauvians ... seeing as how Im not freaked out that Im having a conversation with that is currently essentially a cat."
She put her drink down and made to pick up the big fluffy cat. It wasnt often she saw the space cats and literally knew one, but Sheena wasn't opposed to cuddles. She was currently uncaring of whether the cat wanted to be picked up.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 10:11 am
Bumblebee (Dessie Jacobs)With her aunt heading to the food and drink, and her dad going towards the gallery it was pretty clear that they were splitting up which Dessie preferred since she wouldn't start a fight. She would however not hesitate to jump into one if it presented itself. The question was now, where should she go? She was still a civilian even if the outfit kept her pretty much unrecognizable, that didn't mean someone couldn't figure it out. Icy blue eyes watched as a large part of the crowd drift to the gallery, even a few from above. Not interested in dancing and definitely not interested in the rapidly crowding gallery the young woman made her way up the stairs into the Astrarium, snagging a glass of champagne as she went. Only once did she pause, half way up the stair case, when she absently frowned at the glass in her hand. The bubbly didn't taste the same to the little amount she had sipped before. [Bumblebee Exit to Astrarium]
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 10:40 am
Captain || [Tiberius]"You got no idea, sweetcheeks." He ignored her comment about what she might - or might not have - known about Mauvians, mostly because she had tossed her drink back and picked him up and that was fascinating in the way that so many humans tended to only actualize part of his bodily autonomy.
Still, he allowed himself to be cradled against her lace-covered breasts and kept up the purring. Passing up a chance to be close to tits was never something Tiberius was gonna do. "Ain't you friendly-like, just sweep a fella off his feet." he pressed his nose against her throat and licked, big feet pressing against the swell of breast in that time-honored, rhythmic kneading that cats did - he was even nice enough to keep his claws out of the delicate fabric of her gown.
"Call me Captain, dollface. Whatcher name, hmmm?" He figured it'd be a fake, since he'd been hearing whatever magic came handy here mangling things since he arrived.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 11:08 am
Narcissa/Viminal
She was licked by the cat and after a moment was pretty sure the kneading, cat response or not, was something she probably shouldn't allow. At least he hadnt ******** the lace of her dress up with claws, so she'd allow him a moment or two longer. Nothing like a good cuddle with a big fluffy cat. She'd have to discuss the possibility of a fluffy pet with her fiance.
"Captain, I think maybe youve had to much wine ... I certainly said if you have to call me anything, call me Narcissa, but I mean kitty champagne tolerance probably isnt so high."
She scratched him behind the ears and then put him back on the table. She grabbed another and sipped it. She frowned deeply for several moments staring off to the side before blinking, shaking her head and looking back to the cat. She looked at the champagne and then made a face and put it down.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 12:08 pm
Cranberry
Replying to her gesture in kind came as naturally as air as Cranberry gave a stiff half-bow to her curtsy. The hand touching his chest twitched as he expected The Tree Speaker to offer hers, if only to assuage his burning desire to hold it, but unfortunately, he had to accept his wish went unfulfilled. He laced hands behind his back again, stepping into the space beside The Tree Speaker instead of in front of her.
Y'know, in case someone passed by and bumped into him again, and totally not an excuse to be closer.
"Aren't they?" Cranberry said with a poignant frown. "I know they serve a pupose, b-but if only I could see your—their—their faces. If I could everyone else's faces, this would be easier."
His eyes lingered on The Tree Speaker. She must've been so pretty without that mask on. Oh, how he wished to see her.
"Your, ahh, your alias," Cranberry mumbled. "Did you have a specific reasoning for choosing it?"
If he couldn't actually get her name, he'd go for a workaround; gather context clues, piece them together, do whatever he can to find out who she was later. Guilt swelled up in him for a moment when he considered telling Iduna he found someone else, but he dashed away the thought instantly.
T-this is only for tonight. Only tonight!
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 4:01 pm
Lover (Shannon Mccord)When the invite showed up she glanced it over and almost instantly decided that she was going, Shannon never turned a party even if it had been addressed to someone else. She was totally going to crash it. Free drinks! Free food! Hot Guys! The trifecta. Once at the party the first thing she did, besides checking out her own magically provided outfit, was snag a glass of champagne. And then she went on the prowl since she wasn't particularly hungry yet. The dark green dress sparkled in the light even as the skirt swished around her heels. The mask went perfectly with the outfit, although the vale was annoying at first, but it helped to keep her identity a secret which was good since she didn't want to power up and loose this nice outfit. There was only so much olive green a woman could take. Sipping her drink Shannon's silver gaze roved over the multitude, completely ignoring the talking lady even as she invited everyone into the Gallery. She was more interested in the very, very fine men who were attending this little party. "Oh... yum," She muttered to herself as she spotted a rather fine specimen of the opposite sex. For some reason he was only in a fancy kilt type outfit, with nothing covering his muscular chest. Now how best to approach? She enjoyed her drink as she plotted, slowly drifting around the male from a distance. The tattoos could be an opening, the back piece was particularly beautiful but he didn't telegraph a particularly happy vibe. Could it be the lack of clothing? Personally she hoped not since she was quite happy with his lack of outfit. Or it could be the ghostly figures that were forming around everyone. That was rather disconcerting. She needed more to drink before the spectral guests would be ok for her. Finishing her glass she quickly headed back for more. Still not entirely sure if it was the right move Shannon slowly approached the nearly naked male with two fresh glasses of champagne in her hand. "Would you like a refresh?" She offered one of the flutes, a slight smile of invitation on her face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 5:14 pm
Captain || TiberiusAll too soon the titties were taken from him - it was a damn shame, really. None of the dames on his team had tits. The nicest ones belonged to Quartz, for chrissakes. Second nicest were the stupid Finn's, and when you weren't interested in man tiddies, that was depressing as hell.
"Or have I had just enough?" Was he being suave? Because he was going for suave. But she had put him down, so it was time for more champagne. Perhaps the one she'd abandoned after seeing...well. He guessed the s**t he'd been seeing, but maybe it was something else? "It ain't roofied, that s**t's real."
Tiberius swayed back to the edge of the table, chuckling and nearly falling off as he perched there unsteadily. "Some weird s**t goin' on."--- Vodka || Lauri Three drinks in and there was still plenty to be discovered just roaming around on his own, without having to bother talking to anyone. It kept him from breaking any more of the many rules he was already breaking being there and imbibing in alcohol. At least I am not eating the pizza. Small comfort, it wouldn't matter when she found out. Guilty was guilty was guilty.
Lauri was studying one of the portraits of Chauvet thoughtfully when some woman he didn't know in a slinky dress came up with two flutes to make small-talk. 'Would you like a refresh?' At least she brought liquor to offer as she all but devoured him with her eyes. There was a hungry air about her, but nothing struck him as familiar beyond the lascivious looks - those he knew well and found rather boring and rote.
"Mm." He took the offered glass, the stern line of his mouth moving only the barest fraction as a means of thanks. If the lines already etched into his face were any indication of his typical state, he was not a man that was given to many positive outward displays of emotion. "...Thank." No Swedish crossed his tongue, nor twisted in his throat to rankle, but he otherwise said nothing further to the woman at his side while looking her over with eyes the color over a storm at sea.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 6:11 pm
Nessy
The champagne hit hard, or maybe it was just Pendour, just the fact that she was sensitive to such things. It was only a moment before she started seeing soft shapes flickering and flickering. Her vision played tricks on her sometimes, the eye and all, but this wasn't that.
Ghosts? More than one ghost, on a wonder? She couldn't quite tell, not yet.
She wasn't sure if she liked it or not. She decided to follow the crowd, to trickle into the Gallery.
Exit to Gallery
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 6:21 pm
Lover (Shannon Mccord)The relative silence and general uninterest was not something Shannon was too unfamiliar with. It wasn't something she was happy with but it wasn't completely unheard off. It was something she could work with though since she saw that he was at looking her over. She would just have to adjust her plan. She inclined her head slightly, acknowledging his 'thank', and turned to face the painting he had been studying. It was of some lady that Shannon had no interest in but it was something to look at even as she shifted just right to make sure she was looking her best. Considering they were in space and that ghost lady informed everyone that they were currently at Chauvet the painting, and all the others that she could see, were likely the various iterations of the knight. After sipping her new drink for a bit she glanced over at the man and tipped her head at the painting. "So is this painting really all that interesting or is there anything else more amusing at this place?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 8:44 pm
Mori / AnankeWith a sigh, she could only shake her head. Ananke could only ponder if she was supposed to feel some sense of belonging here. Rubbing her butterfly mask, she only felt more out of place here. As she didn't see a single person she felt she could approach. She stared at the drinks that people seemed to be partaking in and... she had never had alcohol before, so she decided to leave it at that. With her high heels tapping on the floor Ananke decided maybe it was better to move onto the gallery. Glancing around to see people seemed to be spooked by something but Ananke wasn't sure by what. She then quickly picked up the pace a little bit dress fluttering behind her slightly as she moved from the main room over to the gallery. [Exit to Gallery]
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 6:38 am
Saint
Watching the younger man consume two flutes as quickly as he did had Saint wondering for a flicker of a moment whether this is how it felt whenever his spouse watched him downing several alcoholic drinks in a row and what would come as a result.
Still, he was wise enough not to say anything, drawing his glass up and letting the liquid burn his mouth, then the back of his throat before swallowing the first sip, then the second. It rushed by far too quickly, though thank christ he hadn't had a big dinner (********' rabbit food), because he could feel the effects taking place in no time at all as a warm burn began to curl in the pits of his stomach.
"Thinking is your part of the job," he snorted lowly, sidling closer towards the redhead as the glass rested down to his side. "I'm here to make you look good, kiddo."
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 7:03 am
Pumpkin Queen
She watched with delight as he brought her knuckles up to kiss, her heart fluttering in her chest as dry lips pressed against cool skin. The smile wavered, however, at the memory it evoked without meaning to.
Another time, another place, another her.
Thankfully, the gentleman seemed distracted by the announcement being made by the woman at the top of the stairs, chiding her playfully with the explanation of the evening's culprit. It didn't seem as if either of them had a choice as to whether or not they fell prey to magic this evening... but at least they were going to look good in doing so, in her opinion.
"Shall we investigate this magic even further then, Mr...."
She paused as she reached out to take his arm, gesturing towards the stairs and the direction of the gallery. "What should I be calling you, this evening?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:31 am
Genevieve
"There's are few problems that couldn't be solved by a glass of champagne, don't you think?" Genevieve winked at Crystal, nodding as they each accepted a glass in turn. "When I first arrived here following my tenure on Earth, I was so distressed, but then I found my way to one of the casks and all of my problems simply melted away."
To αρπάζω, Genevieve nodded her head in greeting. "It's lovely to meet you, dear. While it would take lifetimes to translate everything in the gallery--goodness, such a shame that they don't teach Venusian in schools anymore--I would be happy to tell you some of the stories of the previous Chauvets. Would you have the time to walk with me? It's such a precious currency, we all have so little of it."
Genevieve smiled, but her form flickered again, and for just a moment--she looked afraid.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 6:45 pm
Tree Speaker
She felt the need to shift towards him, to lean against his side and thread her arm through his. The Tree Speaker shifted slightly closer to him, hands tucked gently against where the bodice stopped and the skirts began. Her elbow brushed against him, cheeks burning under her mask. This was so wrong, so wrong and yet...
"My... power comes from a fruit, apples. I'm not sure why Tree Speaker came to me, but I think it means something... or meant, in a time past," she said to him with a little smile, daring to meet those eyes of his.
If only she could take that mask off... he must be rather handsome under that mask.
"Why did you pick the name Cranberry?" asked the young lady.
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