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[bloody-cold-fog]

Freddy-🐔 - Your muse pranking another attendee (or being pranked)

Blood Gala 2020 Prompts

🐔 - Your muse pranking another attendee (or being pranked)

“FUCK!”

He definitely expected to get kicked out for causing trouble, but to get pranked? That’s a whole other story. At... least it was only water, right? It’ll dry.

[farfromormond]

8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

made everyone take the test. results were interesting.

i was choleric, julie was one point away from being choleric but ended up being sanguine, susie was phlegmatic but one point away from being melancholic, and joey ended up with a shit ton of points in sanguine.

[ask-thedominatrix]

🛏️ - Your muse after the Gala is over

picture it:

2 mori'd survivors, one on the ground dying with Dominiques foot stepping into their back and the last survivor on hook.

"The grind never stops."

-

Jessica's just passed out in a random bed at the House of Lily's.

[unwilling-survivor]

🍷 - your muse spiking the punch/drinking spiked punch

As was to be expected, someone had spiked the punch. This, of course, was of no issue to Sam. Should it have been? Given she was surrounded by enemies as well as allies, and there were plenty of things about her that practically none of them knew - things that were supppsed to stay private - yes. Yes, it probably should have been an issue.

But anxiety wasn’t on the top of Sam’s list of Quintessential Gala Experiences for the night, so she just topped up her glass. A few more of these and maybe she might be able to dance without expecting a knife in the back.

[wanderingsongbird]

Your muse just had a wardrobe malfunction, what do they do??

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She had been dancing for hours. Thanks to whatever stamina they got in trials it seemed to extend here to this party, and for that the songbird was grateful. What she wasn't grateful for, though, was the little pearls that were on her shoulders. The tautness of the strap made it so they dug in a little, and Kate swore she would have those spherical indentations after several deaths in trials.

That was an exaggeration. She knew that wouldn't happen. 

...hopefully.

Though she did try to loosen one a little, only to feel it not dig into her suddenly. There was a small squeak as her hand came up, pressing the fabric of her top against her chest. Something was felt hitting arm and faintly she could hear several little somethings hit the ground. An apologetic smile was offered to the group (Quentin, Cheryl, and Nancy) she had been dancing with and she made a drinking motion. 

In a flurry of gossamer skirts and glitter, Kate was off the dance floor and going into a back room. Colorful curses left her lips and she had to see if something could be done, though without the pearls it was impossible to fix this way.

However...

Kate looked around. The room seemed empty. Good. She could do this without having to worry about accidentally flashing someone. So she set about to getting the other set of pearls off from the back. It took a bit of finagling [and the help of a bobby pin and two safety pins kept just inside the bodice of the gown (a habit she got into when she went to dances in high school)] she had managed to get the strap formed into a sort of halter top strap. The jump test was done to make sure the girls didn't bounce out. 

She'd have to be careful, but at least it was passable. Heeled feet carried her out of the room and back to the dance floor. The night was still young, and Kate was going to dance as long as she possibly could.

After all, moments of peace like this were meant to be enjoyed, wardrobe malfunction or not.

[babysitter-problems]

Steve never wants anyone to see who he was, who he used to be. Those past actions are something he regrets and is ashamed of. Definitely, didnt want Quentin to see how much of a scummy person he used to be. 

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[babysitter-problems]

🛏️ - Your muse after the Gala is over

Blood Gala Prompts: ((Accepting))

“Spending time with, Quentin of course. Moments like these, make me really happy.”

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[babysitter-problems]

“Why is this guy still after me?”

The young man asked himself as he raced his way through the multiple hallways that were before him. He was panicked and practically tripping over his own ankles. “Of course it had to be a Demogorgon, it couldve literally be any other killer, and it had to be this damn thing.” He could hear the creature clicking and screaming, and the stomping of the it’s feet as it got closer.  At this point, Steve had lost it. His fear had over came him. He closed his eyes and sprinted as fast as he could, thinking that this would help him get away faster, ignoring any possible vault or hide away. Wasnt too long before he finally did trip over his own feet, slamming his body forward into the ground. Letting out a groan of pain, curling over gripping his chest. As he was laying there, Steve took a second to look around. This place didnt look familiar, was this a new location? He couldve sworn he was some where completely different, none of this seemed right.  “W-Where the hell am I, now?” He asked slightly annoyed and still trying to recover from the fall. 

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