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 Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 10:42 am
αρπάζωShe ran until she forgot why she was running. She ran until, in this great, big, booming gala, she forgot who she was running for. Running from? She had no need to keep going like this. She knew Genevieve better than that. So did her companion, who joined her so readily.
She remembered it with the vaguest heartache — Genevieve went away. It wasn't like her, but it wasn't unlike her to thrill herself with a little coursing drama. It was why αρπάζω attended the gala; it was why Avelos liked her without breathing a word of it aloud. Genevieve was Genevieve, better left to roam her spaces on her own terms and most appreciable when not tied down by someone else's mulish wants. Looking for her was foolish. She knew it was foolish. But with that foolishness was an urgency that perplexed her; why the rush? What did she need from Chauvet?
αρπάζω slowed, straightened, cast her urgency back behind her with a toss of her hair. Better, she thought. Then her lips turned up in a loud, haughty smile, like she finally began to understand the great, dark secret listing off the walls and seeping through the floor. She moved like that secret infected her, like all the gala's liveliness brought her back to herself.
Then she rounded on Aunè, stooped with her hands pressed between her thighs so they could speak on an equal level. "Oi. Didja see where she went? That way or up there?" She asked, one hand pointing to the gallery, then up toward the astrarium that crowned the foyer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 5:14 pm
LoverShe went with him willingly, unconcerned with how their ghostly audience was becoming more and more corporal. As long as they found a private spot for a bit of alone time Lover didn't give a two shits about what Chauvet did or did not do for her party. Lover only cared about herself and the fun she was planning on having. That was the best part of being her. As tall, hot, and shirtless drew her closer and closer to what appeared to be a stairwell leading down all Lover was concerned about was how her clothing, and his lack of it, were going to affect the future. When he kissed her wrist and propositioned her, as if she hadn't done that already, the curvy woman just grinned and replied, "Oh I plan too." She drifted closer, leaning against him for a brief moment. Just enough to murmur into his ear, "Multiple times if you can handle it," before pulling back just enough to send him a teasing, challenge filled, smirk. [Lover is happily exiting the Foyer with Vodka]
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 10:19 pm
 It is midnight.The chandelier above you begins to chime. Slowly, the world around you starts to bleed back to its usual hues--stars become milk glass, tapestries fade, some memories fade and some linger. Likewise, the ghosts of the gala begin to grow cold and fade, losing their ability to touch and feel. If they pass through the round window, they dissipate into starlight, returning to the cauldron from where they were lent for the evening. Perhaps you make your natural exit, or perhaps you wait until the end of the chimes, each spaced a minute apart. In either case, by the twelfth chime you find yourself in a whirlwind, sent back to whence you came with little to show for it except some glitter in places you never really wanted and a paper mask saying ‘Save the Date!’ After all, all things must end. ((Thank you for participating in the Gala! You can read the final wrap-up information here!))
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 5:04 am
Lyonsite
Their quiet moment in a nook was interrupted by a shift in the crowd, and the woman only spared it a glance as many seemed to turn towards the Gallery and the voice of someone (who did sound familiar) carried from there. She didn't pay it anymore heed than that though, as she turned her attention back to her friend, and they exchanged a knowing look: it was time.
Silence stretched on between them for a spell in that moment where you didn't want it to end, but knew it couldn't go on, either.
"You're---"
"I know." She replied, and offered the boy a small smile. He just sighed a bit and shook his head. "And I don't---"
"I know that, too."
When the chandelier started to chime, the tightness in her chest increased, and she reached to pull the boy into a crushing tight hug once more. He hugged her back just as tightly, and as much as his smaller arms would allow. "Thanks." She murmured, for this last image for her to hold onto. It was with reluctance that she let him go, and looked down at him, in the flesh, for the last time.
"I did it, you know." He said, reaching to clasp her arm, and he grinned. "I run faster than the Lightning Bolt now." Lyonsite snorted, but she couldn't help but grin for a moment in turn. "I'll let you have that." She replied, and he patted her arm before moving past her.
She did not watch him ascend the staircase, and he did not look back to her as he disappeared through the gate.
She stayed against that wall for a while, even after he departed (again, and she felt it). It felt hard to breathe as a feeling of loss tightened her chest again, yet, it was different than the first time, too. Lyonsite felt something warm collect in the corner of an eye before it slid only a bit down before being caught by the mask. She turned to face the wall, pulling it up to rub at her eye, before she decided to just take it off. ******** it. She didn't care if it was a masquerade or not---she didn't feel like putting it back on.
Lyonsite held onto the mask at her side as she pushed off the wall and turned, locating her companion nearby. She returned to Penikisite's side, and looked like she was trying to muster the energy to say something goofy or corny as she came up to him, but it fell short. Instead as she came to stand beside him, her shoulders sagged a bit, energy and enthusiasm drained from her in the moment. Instead, she settled for the simplest two words to express how she felt, and were often not said enough.
"Thank you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 7:44 am
Crystal (11 PM) Aunè squinted for a second and thought hard, as hard as she could; she'd been watching Genevieve disappear, of course she had, but her head still felt so fuzzy. "I think - she went that way?" And she pointed towards the Gallery. "But she didn't walk there or anything! She just turned into light."
There was something catching in the back of her head - some thought or some question - but it wouldn't come into light. And it wasn't even midnight yet, so she had all the time in the world.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 6:28 pm
The JokerHe allowed her the privacy of her moment with the boy, although kept watch - and when she stood alone and he could see her there, unaware he was staring as she stood there and finally turned to face the wall. When she turned back again, the mask was gone, which was frankly more befitting her since masks didn't particularly seem to be her style to begin with. That was not the important thing. The important thing was the slump of her shoulders. The look in her eyes. The sound of her voice, deflated and tired. And something of its importance in the moment was quite uncanny, spurring a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. He did not say anything to her. Penikisite could hardly put how he was feeling into words, after all. But a lack of articulation did not equate to a lack of - comprehension? Was that even the right word? It was with whatever it was the he lacked the words for that he reached out, quite simply and loosely taking her hand in his.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 7:04 pm
LyonsiteFor the first time in a long time, she was ready to go from a social function. Everything felt too raw right now, like it had when he had first passed away. Yet it was different this time, too. Regardless, she was ready to leave. Two wires that should have always been running parallel to each other, the past and the present, had been crossed and she had never counted on it happening. She was ready to get away from this crowd and to process what had--- The woman's frame started at the warmth of his hand over her's. The touch sent a jolt through her, but also, more importantly, it brought with it an overwhelming comfort. She had not anticipated how much she wanted that, and had not realized how much it soothed, too---especially because of who it was coming from. Lyonsite's lips twisted as her vision blurred, and her fingers tightened on his a bit more. Not crushing like her fingers had been on his arm---but more secure than the initial contact had been. Don't. She tried to scold herself, but knew it was futile. She let the mask drop to the ground and brought the hand up to smack it across her eyes. It didn't do much to help---a tear or two spilled over anyways. " I'm banning fancy space parties!" She said, her voice thick, and couldn't help but laugh a bit helplessly. She sounded like she was five---hangry and cranky because she hadn't gotten a nap in and was mad that her oldest brother had eaten the last chocolate chip cookie.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2019 9:40 am
The JokerPenikiste didn't pull away. He just allowed her to hold onto him, and at least he felt confident in knowing that was the best thing he could have done. Still. He didn't enjoy seeing her cry. It didn't annoy him, that was the wrong word, it was just... bothersome in a different way. He gave a dry chuckle when she said that. "Told you these parties are no good, " he piped in, 'helpful' as always. "We didn't even get to eat any food at this one - and you do realize we've been to two parties and never gotten around to dancing." Not that he was eager to dance, regardless of knowing how, but... The chime was chiming. The colors were fading. "I'd rather at home eating a hamburger."
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2019 10:31 am
LyonsiteShe rubbed her eyes with her palm, glad that she wasn't the type to be a constant leaky faucet. Just a few, and then she was able to get it under control. Lyonsite couldn't help but laugh at his reply, too. It was a fondness she felt at his insistence that all parties should be avoided, and the subject of dancing was a temporary distraction. "You want to dance?" She asked, one eye cracking open to peer at him. "Well, let's bounce then---" The chiming stopped as she spoke though. The next thing she knew the environment whirled around before she could even finish her sentence. [ EXIT ]
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2019 12:29 pm
The JokerTo that question, Penikisite gave what was probably the single most non-committal grunt in the world. Her words would be cut mid-sentence, considerable before he ever had the chance to respond more than that, and they left the whole affair as suddenly as they'd come in the first place. Good riddance. EXIT
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 10:45 am
Well, Snake, was space everything you'd hoped it would be? 
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