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@grasshopperandscorpion
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grasshopperandscorpionâ:
âI suppose so. Iâve never been one for auctions, no matter what the prize may be. Rich people things, you know. Not for me.â Truth be told, he hated the way that the wealthy put on airs and cared more for looks than substance. âI do wonder if what they say is true - that it can grant any wish a heart desires. I truly doubt that.â Nothing could ever give Erik what he truly wanted, not even if it was some great powerful object. Though he would gladly give his own life in exchange for such a promise. âSuch a preposterous notion.â
âMost of the time itâs not even worth what is being paid for it.â Severus had never had the funds nor the inclination, and that wasnât about to change now. Something that would grant the heartâs desire. He couldnât help but scoff at that. What a joke. âSuch things always come with a price.â Dumbledoreâs hand had been proof enough of that. The dangers proved a far greater risk. Hell, even felix felicis had itâs limitations. âItâs a foolâs wish.â
âFunny how everything comes with a price, isnât it? No such thing as anything coming for free.â Erik had traded his entire soul for one kiss, and that proven less than worth it now that he was trapped in this hell. âI suppose most of these people have never had to deal with consequences one day in their lives... Pity that it means all of them will be mediocre in response.â Pain meant beauty, torment meant talent, and hatred was genius. Just how the world worked.
trixmewitchâ:
âiâd like to imagine that the people at the white house would like to read good books, but i think you might be right about that one,â she laughed. she looked back at him brightly when they pulled up to the valet, âi think we ought to find out for ourselves, donât you?â she asked with a smile.Â
He quickly got out to open her door for her, handing the keys to the valet. Was he supposed to take her hand, her waist? What was the protocol for the first date? He opted to offer his arm as they walked into the party, donning his mask. Such a goofy concept - but it would help him avoid work. âKeep my bosses away from me, and Iâll show you anything youâd like.â He didnât have much of a clearance as just an intern, but he knew a few agents on the secret service. âDo you drink... or dance?â The question would come up sooner or later, better to ask now then wait.
harmonyxvengeanceâ:
Karai gave her an innocent look. âNothing bad. Perhaps we could go outside for a bit. Iâm sure the garden is behind the door that agent is guarding.â Of course it wasnât; it was obviously off-limits but she had to pretend, didnât she? From a map she had seen once, perhaps it was the green room?
"That's a shame. Because those guards look pretty serious about not letting anyone out that way." Clara looked over the guard and surrounding security. "However, it seems that my son has run off, and I should really check everywhere for where he could have gone. Perhaps he's run off into the garden..." She hoped the edge to her voice let the other woman in on her plan. Was the garden that way? She could have sworn in was in another direction... But old buildings like this had a thousand exits to the outside, maybe she was mistaken...
(starter for @harmonyxvengeanceâ)
A long night, barely anyone interesting, and while the champagne was admittedly delicious, Erik found it dull. This was all so new to him - last time there had been a party like this, he had barged in and made demands and scared everyone inside. The party hadn't even continued after he had appeared last time. But now... Yes, he was come for one reason and one reason solely. Should he deny himself a touch of normalcy this time around? A dance couldn't hurt. A few drinks had made him bold, not sloppy, and there was a strange haze to everything at social events like these. An energy of sorts that was foreign to his sensibilities, but addicting.
He listened as another song ended. May as well take advantage of this opportunity, as it was likely the last one he would get to appear so normal and jovial like every other citizen in DC. He spotted a rather attractive looking woman standing off to one side, and he bowed his head slightly. "May I be so bold as to ask for a dance?" They didn't know each other, but that was probably best.
trixmewitchâ:
she shook her head, âiâve actually never been to the white house, but i always wondered what it would be like,â she thought for a moment about how beautiful it must be. âthe gardens sound amazing, i would love to see them.â she looked at him for a moment, âdo you think they have a library? i bet its huge.â
âIâm not sure, actually. Iâm sure it would just be full of boring law books...â He pulled up to the line of cars waiting for the valet. It would be another few minutes before they had to get out and make an entrance. âAlthough. There are rumors of books and journals full of secrets...â He offered a playful smile at the notion of such things. Did he believe all that? No. But he would happily accompany her on any adventure that got him away from the swarms of politicians.
bcrncoldxâ:
Severus highly doubted that anyone would be looking for him - his company was never something that was frequently sought. Unless, of course, someone needed something. But with few knowing his abilities in this city, it wasnât likely. He hummed in thought, turning to look at the man. âI may have to consider that.â It wasnât a terrible suggestion. If the garden was empty enough he could potentially find a secluded corner and apparate awayâŠ. it was tempting. âSeverus.â He responded in kind, raising his untouched glass. âI donât suppose itâll be long until people begin taking bets on what the gran auction prize will be. Isnât that always the way at events like these?â
âI suppose so. Iâve never been one for auctions, no matter what the prize may be. Rich people things, you know. Not for me.â Truth be told, he hated the way that the wealthy put on airs and cared more for looks than substance. âI do wonder if what they say is true - that it can grant any wish a heart desires. I truly doubt that.â Nothing could ever give Erik what he truly wanted, not even if it was some great powerful object. Though he would gladly give his own life in exchange for such a promise. âSuch a preposterous notion.â
trixmewitchâ:
she locked the door behind her and walked down the front steps, âwhy thank you,â she smiled. âneither have i, actually,â she shrugged. âwell, thank you for asking me,â she said. âi think itâs going to be a nice night.â
Adam was happy for the distraction of driving, however short of a ride it was. He hadnât been on a date in... Had he ever... Of course, he had. He must have. âIâve been to the white house a few times. Maybe I could show you around... If you want. I donât know how familiar you are, but the gardens are really...â Diverse, well-decorated, interesting- His eyes drifted to her for a minute, just a second. âBeautiful.â He snapped his eyes back to the road.
rvkybusincvâ:
her date had stepped away, not that christine had minded, simply enjoying watching the various people dance across the floor in their gowns. it was all rather mesmerizing, colors and shapes blending as skirts swished and dances began and ended. if sheâd been any kind of poet, sheâd have composed something off the sight alone. sadly, sheâd been graced with the ability to dance, not a poetic word in sight for her.Â
startled by the presence of someone else, she tried to place who they were, not entirely sure with the mask. sheâd gotten used to the uncertainty as the night went on, new faces and people, dances and conversations. her comfort had grown, and with a little help of the champagne, her confidence had gone with it. â fancy seeing you as well. are you enjoying yourself?â
Poor girl, his sweet Christine. No idea who he was. But then that was rather normal for them. Had she even asked his name when they first met? Of course not, that wasn't how the story went. "You don't remember where we've met. Shall we discuss it over a dance?" The constant reminder that she didn't have any memory of their past life together was both frustrating and intriguing. While at first it filled Erik with anger, he had reframed the idea. This was a new chance for them.
He held out his hand to her. "Your date won't mind, I'm sure. It's just one." Ah, the girl had been foolish enough to bring a date. If he had dealt with Vicomte, he could deal with whatever new shallow prick that stepped in his way. Erik just wanted to talk with her, long enough to verify she was really who he thought and perhaps able to steal her interest. Speaking to her from behind her mirror was one thing, and he may return to it if she was unresponsive, but this was much more personal. He relished in the idea that he could stand before her without scaring her.
(for @mcrckiâ)
It had been a long time since Rumple had set foot in such an opulent place such as the white house. It felt so familiar to him after his time walking between the castles and kingdoms of the Enchanted Forest, though this was the first time he had ever actually been invited. Funny how even the most helpful of people were so often cast aside for being unconventional. It all felt too familiar, looking out amongst the surreal ocean of colors and textures. Lavish and rich and everything Rumple loved in a party.
There was one face he was hoping to run into, however. And there she was - President Organa. They had met a few times before, of course, but those had all been such dreadfully boring political functions. He doubted she would even remember him much - so many lobbyists and businessmen attended those dinners. Tonight felt different than all those other nights since so many average citizens had been invited. After casually mingling with a few senators (and showing the secret service that he was no threat), he found himself an opening in one of her circles of conversation. He walked up rather naturally, as if he was supposed to be there. "Excellent party, Ms. President. I've never seen the community so excited."
harmonyxvengeanceâ:
Karai just about bit back a snarky remark about the overused compliment. âYour dress isnât half bad yourself,â she replied. Karai gave the guarded door a quick look again. On her own, she wasnât sure she could sneak past those guards (especially not in her clunky dress) but maybe with someone to help her cause a diversion, it would be possibleâŠ
âHey, you up to get a little⊠fresh air with me?â She threw the door a pointed look and grinned mischievously. Oh, this could turn out very fun indeed.
Clara grinned and curtsied a bit at the compliment, but quickly caught the sly tone in the womanâs words. âFresh air, hm? Oh, easily. Whatâs your plan?â Something about trouble was so attractive to her - and so familiar. And something about these masks and gowns made it all so much more fun.
The last time Severus had found himself at an event even close to this was a ball at Malfoy Manor some years back, and that was something heâd prefer to forget. In classic fashion he remained close to the wall, the untouched glass of champagne in his hands until he could find a way of disposing of it without anyone noticing. Dark eyes gazed at the security guard at the closest exist from behind his mask, weighing up his options. âWhat do you think the chances are of slipping away unnoticed?â It wasnât as if he could use his magic, there were far too many muggles around for it to even be an option.
Erik had found himself standing against the wall, scanning over the floor. Damn, no sign of his angel yet. Best to stay out of sight, away from anyone- He stifled a small chuckle at the other manâs words. They hadnât been speaking yet, but he related deeply to the sentiment. âFor wallflowers like us? Probably good, unless someoneâs looking for you. Back door through the garden is your best bet.â Erik offered his glass in a nonchalant toast, introducing himself. âErik.â
trixmewitchâ:
she could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as he complimented her and she couldnât help but smile, âthank you,â she said as the blood rushed to her cheeks. she had grabbed her purse off of the table next to the door and walked out, âiâm ready if you are,â she said.
He held the door for her and gestured with his other hand. âThen... your chariot awaits.â Was that lame? Probably. âIâve never been to a party like this. Thanks for coming with me.â This was one hell of a first date. Maybe he could make that work in his favor?
(starter for @rvkybusincvâ)
There was something about looking around and seeing only masks that made Erik uneasy. It felt too much like walking through a hall of funhouse mirrors - like nightmares from childhood. The grinning yellows and spinning reds of the outfits around him were nearly enough to give him a headache, but he had to focus. Now, where was she? He knew she would attend - it seemed that everyone in DC had gotten the invitation. Ah! There, by the edge of the dance floor.
He quietly made his way through the crowds so he'd end up standing beside her. He spoke casually, only a hint of a smile on his lips. "Fancy seeing you again." He didn't quite intend to appear out of thin air, but that was the caveat to being a ghost for so many years.
event starter for @grasshopperandscorpion - belle x adam
belle was excited to attend the gala. she was excited for the auction, excited to get dressed up and excited to actually be going on a date. it had been a while since belle had been on a proper date, so when adam asked her to go with him to the masquerade, she was surprised but in a good way. she had closed the shop early that day and spent most of her time getting herself ready for the event and waiting for him to come pick her up. as she heard a knock at the door, she smiled to herself and yelled, âcoming!â before making her way to the front door. as she opened it, she smiled, âyou look lovely.â
A date! This was a date. A date with someone who had to be the most beautiful girl in all of DC. Even as he had walked up to her door, he still couldn't quite believe she had said yes. The party he was less excited about, but he was purposefully putting that thought aside in favor of being happy for himself. Picking out an outfit had been a bit difficult, but he thought he looked quite good in blue and yellow. It was different than his usual look - and he was supposed to be disguised, right? He managed a sheepish grin as she opened the door. Her words barely registered as he looked her over. "I... You look beautiful." The word was sincere - Adam hadn't quite prepared himself to see her so done up. He tried his best to appear smooth. "I got a car for tonight, so whenever you're ready we can go." Wow.
closed starter - @grasshopperandscorpionâ
In theory, masquerades were suppposed to be fun. The thrill of flirting with an anonymous stranger, the mystery of masked bodies gliding across the dance floorâŠ
In reality, though, Karai found it exceptionally dull. Everyone was so still and passive. Didnât anyone here know how to have a bit of fun? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pair of guards standing by a door. Smirking, she wove through the crowd towards it. On the way though, she bumped into a young lady. âOh, sorry.â
Clara had been nursing a glass of champagne for the past few minutes, trying to decipher if she actually knew anyone here or not. She didnât quite understand why she had been invited in the first place, but a free night out was good enough for her. She had just finished the last sip in her glass when she felt someone bump her.
âOh! Not a problem. Wow, your dress is magnificent!â She took a half step back to look over the other womanâs gown.