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starofgrace:

Location: Trapped in the Casino (Greed Room) Status: OPEN

There was something wrong with her. Something gravely amiss the moment the starlet had drank ‘LOTUS’. Grace couldn’t LEAVE – she tried to, but the casino kept pulling her back. She couldn’t quit the world of flashy lights and mindless gambling. Part of her was SCREAMING to leave, but her body blatantly refused ( even her mind refused ).

“ – I want to leave!” she hissed, annoyed by all her failed attempts.

Wow. Grace Lowery is here.

And it didn’t look like she was happy to be. Isadora eyed the face straight out of her childhood TV screen with only mild concern. She’d wandered in here to say that she had visited all the rooms--but Greed, a sister-sin to her own namesake, wasn’t being repped by anything particularly interesting to her. In what could probably pass as her real, non-L.A. life, she worked too closely with casinos to fall victim to their tricks. She crossed her arms. “Something up?”

#grace #threads

catastrophically-aware

Too Much of a Good Thing

catastrophically-aware:

Where: Gluttony Room When: Midevening after rooms have been opened Who: Open

Still wandering the mansion in search of her companions, Maria entered another room in search of the small pig that was rumored to be inside. She’d always loved animals and tended to find herself sitting with the host’s pets rather than truly mingling at most parties. Provided, of course, the host had pets. She’d half expected Lucifer to be the white Bengal tiger in a solid gold collar type, but a piglet was also appropriate for him in many ways. Maenad was a true hit and seemed to be enjoying the attention.

Maria was so distracted by the adorable animal that she hadn’t noticed a naked server approach until he was uncomfortably close and offering a tray of potion bottles. Her cheeks turned as red as the bottom of her dress and she plucked one of the closer bottles up just to get him to move on – it was a berry color with gold flecks labeled Harvest. For a moment, Maria considered just tucking the thing into her purse but the naked man seemed to be waiting expectantly. Offering an awkward smile she pulled the cork and thought, Here goes nothing…

She tipped the liquid down her throat and at first it tasted just as she expected – like a blended berry smoothie. After the briefest of moments the flavor changed – coffee, fresh baked sourdough bread, the sharp scent of new ink, the minty aftertaste of Zoe’s toothpaste lingering on her lips, flowers that were now extinct… She took a half step back, eyes wide as she studied the little bottle. “Woah…”

“Oh, is that harvest?”

People had been talking up the pig like it was some kind of genius level addition to the party. Isadora, who had never had a pet and had no inclination to do anything with an animal except maybe eat it, suspected that she was not going to get the appeal when she poked her head into the Gluttony room. She was right. The pig was a pig. Real life animals were every kind of depressing.

But there were other things. The nudity of servers didn’t faze her, the veteran of a thousand risque fashion shows, never mind everything to do with OMFG. Isadora tipped her head down, trying to pick out the label. “Nice. So ... what does it do?”

#maria #threads

madeofvirtue:

Where: Ballroom Who: any and all

Jairus held a glass of wine in one hand, the largest he could find, and took small sips as he wandered through the ballroom. With each sip, another burst of flavor appeared on his tongue, bringing forth a memory of something he’d loved once upon a time, and still did in some cases. The tang of salt water lingered on his lips this time as he licked away the latest sip of wine, surveying the dancers filling the ballroom. He adjusted the skull covering his face, and found a spot along the wall to lean against and simple…watch, for a time. Taking the occasional sip, searching for the one taste he wanted the most of all, and had yet to find.

“Hey!” Isadora squinted, blurry through the alcohol and what was undoubtedly laser-targeted molly running in hot in her blood. “Ooh, I think I know you! Masks don’t do much good when they’re see-through or whatever. We gotta let Vice know.”

She raised her glass to him, with little more than a finger’s width of white wine and lipstick smudges all around the rim. “To your girl! For fucking real.”

#jairus #threads

dangerous women || zoe and isadora

castitas-etsuko:

Zoe saw Isadora’s pupils blow as her grin turned from lazy to a full on mega watt smile and she rushed forward, closing the distance between them to lock her arms around the other woman’s neck. Sweeping her into a bone crushing hug, she leaned back with her hands clasped behind Isadora’s head and grinned, “Babe, you look so good tonight! You know, I looked through your instagram forever trying to get inspiration for my outfit. What do you think?”

Stepping back slightly so Isadora could see her better, she slid one of her hands down from her neck to her shoulder and all the way down her arm until she could squeeze her hand, unable to bear the idea of not being close at all times. “Did I do it justice? I need to know what you think, your opinion is the only one that matters.” Looking Isadora up and down again, she sighed, “God, you just look so good. Here, I don’t want you to get anything on that velvet, it must be couture.” Tugging on her hand, she attempted to lead Isadora to sit on the bed with her, patting the spot next to her and smiling up at her fondly.

The air rushed out of Isadora’s lungs. She leaned back, more supported by Zoe’s arms than her own legs, enjoying the dizzying spirals the room was making. The only girl in the room who really mattered was solid gold.

“You follow me?” Isadora managed, almost half a whisper. Her eyes glittered behind the mask, struck suddenly by the possibilities open to them now--a team. She had had coworkers, peers, fellow Sinners who were at the very least like-minded. She followed Zoe to the bed, more eager than docile. When she got a chance, she reached out and very delicately drew a line with the tip of her little finger nail along the ridge of Zoe’s brow.

“You totally made metallic brows your thing,” Isadora confided, sinking into the plush. She crossed her ankles, the very tips of her toes revealed as her hem inevitably hiked up. “It’s perfect. Oh--”

With equal care, she opened her clutch and dipped her hand inside, pulling out her phone. She zigzagged through the lock with her thumb, flicking through to the camera. The screen beneath passed very briefly through another selfie, taken with another woman, dark-haired and now beyond reach. Isadora wound a velvet-covered arm around Zoe’s golden shoulders. Envy pressed her cheek against Chastity’s.

How strange. There was nothing she wanted that she did not have in this moment.

“It’s gotta be documented,” she said, before extending her other arm and holding her thumb against the screen. “This is something fucking special.”

Text || Isadora && Renee

Renee: That could be... unadvisable, depending on which one you've already taken or are planning on taking.

Renee: Izzy, darling, what have/are you done/doing?

Isadora: i took adora

Isadora: one sec the only person here who matters just wandered off byeeee

Text || Isadora && Renee

Renee: Wouldn't you like to know?

Renee: Is that a yes, as in you've already had one?

Renee: Or were you simply telling me to wait so you could go retrieve it?

Isadora: can u take more than one?

dangerous women || zoe and isadora

castitas-etsuko:

Zoe met Isadora’s quirked brow with one of her own, dusted half gold to go with the rest of her outfit. “What do you think I’m gonna do? I think that’s exactly the point now, isn’t it?”

Watching as Isadora brought her bottle up to her lips, she did the same with her own and gave an audible, “…three…” before downing the contents in one go. She was nervous that Isadora wouldn’t follow through, that she was going to be on this trip on her own, but it was too late to take it back now. Well, if she had been played it had certainly worked. Damn.

It was sticky, syrupy but not unpleasant to taste. It was almost strawberry-like if she had to put a word to it… maybe like preserves if they were a liquid? Before she could continue musing over the taste and texture, the effects seemed to hit her all at once and her pupils blew, her eyes zeroing in on Isadora across from her. A lazy smile grew on her face, one she had never in her life shown to the other woman (or almost anyone for that matter) and she lightly dropped her empty bottle in the bath.

Letting her fingers drape over the porcelain edge of the tub, she leaned her body slightly into it and regarded Isadora with an interested cock of her head. Her eyes shone and her heart fluttered in her chest, her teeth coming out to gently bite her lower lip as she waited for the other woman’s own response.

Don’t be something too weird. Isadora had time to watch Zoe swallow whatever adora was supposed to be--all of it--before she’d even tipped her bottle back far enough. She mused over the idea of just not drinking. It would be so classic.

But she honestly doubted that anything in the whole of Lucifer’s desert McMansion was going to be anything totally benign. And it was almost her name. Why not?

It was too sweet and too slow on her tongue, and she cringed to taste it. It was like shooting a bottle of the syrup they drizzled on cheesecakes--too much on top of something that was already too much. Isadora choked it down anyway, tossing the bottle, as she saw Zoe do, into the milk bath, and reaching for her glass of wine to clear the taste.

Isadora happened to look up then. It was instinctual. She wanted to see what had happened ... in the same moment that it happened to her.

Text || Isadora && Renee

Renee: Hang on, are you involved in something else?

Renee: Or rather, have you taken something else, already?

Isadora: d a m n what kinda drugs is the big boss pushing tonight??

dangerous women || zoe and isadora

castitas-etsuko:

Zoe couldn’t help but give a wry smile and gentle roll of her eyes at Isadora’s comment about subtlety, amused at how much they seemed to be on the same page. At least for the moment. Zoe didn’t understand the Spanish spoken, other than the use of the word ‘God’ more than once, but she was sure the sentiment meant something to Isadora and she could appreciate that at least. Not bothering to ask for a translation, she watched the bottle in the other woman’s hand with curiosity, tempted but unsure if anything made and served in Lucifer’s house without an explanation was in any way safe.

Zoe shrugged at Isadora’s comment, explaining, “I don’t doubt that Renee has something up her sleeve at all times or that she knows what she’s doing, I just happen to think she underestimates me. I also think she assumes that bothers me, if the mask is any indication.”

Crossing her arms in front of Isadora, one gold tinged eyebrow raised, she reached for the bottle in the woman’s hand before replacing it with one exactly like it from the edge of the tub. Holding her own bottle up, she felt her sense of competition with Isadora bubbling up despite herself and she unstoppered it, nodding, “Dare you to do it with me.”

“Vice? Underestimates you? Why?” Isadora quirked a black brow. Blessed with dense, dark hair, the art was in pruning it all back into something clean and striking. She had pasted a line of tiny rhinestones to her lids and just beside her browbone, difficult to make out behind the shadow of the mask until the light caught them. “I mean--what are you gonna do?”

She set down her wineglass at convenient flat surface beside the water’s edge, and unstopped her bottle. “Count of three?” Isadora offered. “One ... two ...”

Text || Isadora && Renee

Renee: Izzy, darling, do you trust me?

Renee: Go into the Gluttony room and drink the bottle labeled 'harvest'. It's the one that's berry colored.

Isadora: lmao give me a second

dangerous women || zoe and isadora

castitas-etsuko:

Zoe was mildly uncomfortable, mostly because she was with Isadora and someone she didn’t particularly know rather than in a setting with someone she liked or at least knew. She didn’t entirely trust Isadora to be civil, but she didn’t really trust herself either so she supposed that was a moot point. Her promise to Raziel that she wouldn’t start any trouble still weighed on her mind so, given that everything Isadora had said so far was benign, she rose to look around the room, taking a moment to let her fingers dust across the tops of the bottles surrounding the edge of the tub.

“Obviously we weren’t sorted by category, except for me I guess. I’m sure Renee had a hand in that, probably just trying to make me uncomfortable.” Taking a sip from her own glass of wine, she held it with just the tips of her fingers and let her free hand drag gently across the top layer of the milk bath. Delightfully warm, of course. “It would probably surprise her to know that my Chastity is of the mind and purity of thought more than anything sexual. Your Envy is more than a base need for what other’s have, no?”

Isadora favored Chastity with a cool smile. Envy did not often see eye-to-eye with Board-of-Deadly-Lust, which was something Vice was undoubtedly aware--and would probably prefer to remain behind closed boardroom doors. Instead, she sidled to the bath, wrinkling her nose at the suggestion that anyone might actually want to get in.

“Isn’t subtlety great? I wonder if we’ll see any tonight.” She plucked the bottle marked adora, her rings clicking against the glass. The liquid inside shifted around like cough syrup. “Debemos adorar a Dios y a Dios solamente,” Isadora recited to herself, very nearly sighing. “I know the theology behind our titles. You don’t have to explain it to me. And if you ever think Vice doesn’t get it, just wait for the drop. I think she just likes to fuck around. That’s Belial rubbing off on her, probably.”

The smile tightened and became taunting. She held up adora, words forward, dangling it by the neck. “Dare you.”

dangerous women || zoe and isadora

castitas-etsuko:

Zoe had been escorted to a room with Maria’s voice floating behind her in the entryway, her blindfold not removed until she was safely closed into wherever she had been taken. Blinking as the light of a crystal chandelier sparkled around the room, she took a step onto plush carpeting surrounding an enormous, magnificent bed and let her eyes scan the room. So… lust beget lust then. In a literal sense. Not entirely unsure that this wasn’t Renee’s punishment for her chosen outfit for the evening, Zoe took a seat on the massive bed as she took in all of the lavish and obvious sexually inclined adornments in the room. Crossing one leg over the other, exposing a long strip of bare leg, she let her eyes settle on Isadora and she couldn’t help but exhaling, “Of course.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty on the nose,” Isadora agreed, mildly. She trilled her fingers, still fascinated by the joints of her silver rings. She could feel the weight and the resistance, and yet it was silk-smooth, marvelously responsive.

“And yet I don’t see the sinner himself.” She didn’t even pretend to pout. The antipathy between Envy and the other Deadly was well-advertised as it was. She held a glass of glimmering white wine and her eyes were dark and quick, set in the sparkling lacework of her mask. Despite the daring suggestion of exposure, the truth was that Isadora had elected to swath herself tight in creeping black velvet. “I guess Vice is making a statement? She’s been big on statements lately. And mind games are always in vogue.”

quaiintrclle:

“Yes, I’m very aware of that. I intend to point that out, however, I cannot believe I am going to have to say something about this again. That’s my problem. I already paid my dues for this one. I mad a public apology thirty years ago, when it was clear there was no other recourse but to do so, that the consequence to losing my temper was to be paid in that form, and then set about making sure this was buried. No chance you might be able to find out who runs that idiotic blog, or whatever the fuck you want to call that thing, is there?“

“As far as I can tell, the real curse of immortality seems like putting up with the same shit, over and over.” Isadora clucked her tongue. She dipped her hand into her purse and her phone appeared with a flourish worthy of a card-trick. She had Chrome open in half the space of a heartbeat, already open. “Blog’s the word you want. And sure. Why not? You want another perspective sent in, too? Some other shit?”