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[thrcughthewccds]

where: charmont masquerade | when: after the curse breaks | whom: open to all

Rory stumbles through the crowd at the party. No, Red? Rory? Ugh.

He yanks at the scarlet tie around his neck and pulls off the wolf mask (a fucking wolf! How did he end up with a wolf mask?) so he can breathe. His grandpa had insisted he dress up nice for this party. Have to make a good impression. Well, had to. Doesn't seem like people are caring about proprietary anymore.

Grandpa? Where is his grandpa? Rory had ditched him hours ago.

Red? Rory? Fuck! His head hurts.

Someone shoulder checks him and he moves fast in response, grabbing the person and shoving them against the wall.

"Hey! Watch where you're fucking going," he says before he even sees who it is.

[frayedattheendings]

where: charmont masquerade - pellar when: during curse whomst: everybody n.n

"Yep, just squeeze on in. Big smiles, big smiles! C'mon, big smiles for the paper! Got it!" William chimed above the heads of fellow attendees. He winds the gear on the top of the camera, feeding the belt of film across the camera before lining up another shot of the party-goers. He gives a nod to the little gathering of people he's sequestered for a photo before tucking his camera under his arm, his beady brown eyes watch the crowds, scanning for the perfect impromptu photo op. He had initially traveled down to the celebration to get a few drinks in him, but an interrupting phone call later, his boss made the festivities into an opportunity to get the latest scoop.

Figuring he could just snap a couple pictures, jot down a couple descriptions on the refreshments, give aliases to any interesting company that had a loose lip to potential secrets - William was sure to have an inverted pyramid written up before the night was done. Deciding to take a short respite by the bar, William looked around at the other townsfolk drinking with him. Plenty of them caught William's eye and the glint of his cellulite camera in the dim bar lighting brightening a mischievous idea in his mind.

"The mix any good?" He began to ask the person next to him, offering an innocent smile.

[hexcharmed]

BEFORE  THE  BREAKING  OF  THE  CURSE     …        pellar's  town  police  station.

“     and  he's  finally  awake.     ”                 florian  greets  them  with  a  smile,  walking  into  their  office's  ‘jail  room’  where  their  small,  single  cell  was  currently  occupied.  it's  been  a  minute  now  since  the  last  time  someone  was  detained  there,  so  much  so  that  it  felt  surreal  that  this  place  seemed  like  a  proper  police  office.  though  whether  this  person  is  actually  a  criminal  or  just  another  drunk  citizen  that  needed  a  place  to  crash  on  …  well,  he's  the  one  that  has  to  get  to  the  bottom  of  that,  right? 

“     good  morning  to  you,  sleeping  beauty.     ”      he  continues,  as  pulls  up  a  chair  right  next  to  the  bars,  trying  his  best  to  look  authoritative  but  still  friendly.      “     you  got  my  guys  worried  last  night,  i  heard.  do  you  remember  anything  about  that?     ”

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[wolftaled]

@talednewsletter / love me pls open to: all you lil rascals location: luna's diner when? during curse

morning  rush  had  come  and  gone,  leaving  the  diner  in  that  lull  where  the  air  still  smelled  of  coffee  and  bacon  grease,  but  the  booths  were  quiet.  zeke  stood  behind  the  counter,  wiping  down  the  same  spot  on  the  surface  for  longer  than  necessary,  restless  energy  twitching  in  his  shoulders.  wild  curls  fell  into  his  face,  hoodie  sleeves  shoved  up  to  his  elbows,  and  every  so  often  his  eyes  flicked  toward  the  door  like  he  was  waiting  for  it  to  bite  first.

the  bell  above  it  jangled  once,  sharp  against  the  low  hum  of  the  radio  playing  somewhere  in  the  back.  zeke’s  head  lifted,  dark  eyes  narrowing,  the  weight  of  his  stare  settling  heavy  on  whoever  walked  in.

“grab  a  seat  if  you’re  hungry.  or  don’t.”  his  voice  carried  that  low  rumble,  not  unfriendly,  not  exactly  welcoming  either.  one  corner  of  his  mouth  tugged,  halfway  to  a  smirk.  “coffee’s  hot,  food’s  decent,  and  i  ain’t  got  patience  for  complaints.”  he  tossed  the  rag  aside,  leaned  on  the  counter  with  both  hands,  and  waited  to  see  if  whoever  had  wandered  in  was  here  to  eat,  talk,  or  start  trouble.  maybe  he'd  get  lucky  today  and  option  three  was  on  the  table. 

[pcwerfulmisfits]

Takes place during the party

"This…This   doesn't   make   any   sense."   Soren's   lips   turned   down   in   a   frown.   His   mask   was   still   on   his   face   as   he   took   a   moment   to   himself.   Or   at   least,   he   thought   he   was   by   himself.   Slipping   away   from   the   party   to   breath.   “There's   no   way   something   like   that   could   happen.   Magic   is   just   a   myth.   Stories   that   adults   tell   their   kids   to   inspire   them   to   do   good   things,   or   to   not   do   bad   things.”   Soren   has   always   prided   himself.   He   was   a   logical   guy.   Once   someone   became   his   friend,   he   would   do   anything   for   them.   But   he   can   often   times   come   across   cold   and   stoic.   So,   to   no   one's   surprise,   he   doesn't   exactly   have   a   large   amount   of   friends   and   companions. 

“Just…Mass   Hysteria.   That   has   to   be   it.   We   probably   all   heard   something   and   our   minds   are   just   treating   it   like   it's   real.   Only   a   fool   would   think   it   was.”   And   yet,   his   voice   didn't   hold   the   convinction   in   it   that   it   did   when   he   talked   about   things   in   the   museum.   When   he   talked   about   things   that   he   knew   was   true.   Because   there   was   still   a   piece   of   him   that   doubted   it.

[onceuponers]

open to: anyone! location: a beach on the grounds of the tirulia royal palace @talednewsletter

Above all else, Ariel could be described as a free spirit. So uninhibited, so unafraid to live in the moment regardless of potential consequences...

Naturally, this meant Ariel loved to swim in the nude. And why wouldn't he? With such a gorgeous body, rippled with toned muscle and sun-kissed skin, catching Ariel in his natural environment would have been a sight for any lucky man to gaze upon him...

Such as the one Ariel just caught in the corner of his eye, watching. How long had this person been there?

"Oh, I am so sorry," Ariel chuckles, blushing through his effervescent facade. So carefree, in fact, that he nearly forgot all of him was on display for the other, leaving no ambiguity as to what laid beneath his clothes — or, sometimes, his fins.

Reaching for a towel that was not there, all he could do was cover his modesty with his hands. As free as he could be with his body, he didn't go out of his way to expose himself like this to a perfect stranger. What kind of prince would he have been in that case? Certainly not one his father would have been proud of it.

"I—" he begins, smiling sweetly. "I didn't know I was not alone. I would have brought my clothes down to the water if I did..."

[snowdenjackson]

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location: cauldron bubble setting: after the party

"you know, the worst part of all of this--" jackson blurted out, his right hand gripping onto the neck of the bottle he'd been drinking from; though now he was swinging it about between them as he spoke to the man near him. "--they didn't even bother to give me a better life. some of you assholes got to be doctors, lawyers, mayor's, and-- and-- happy, or whatever."

despite his current ranting, and the way he was moving, jackson wasn't drunk. well, he wasn't sober either, but he still had control over himself; for the most part.

"--and instead of getting to be something cool they made me a washed up, retired way-to-young athlete that teaches ice skating? oh, and i get to be a counselor for summer camp too? i mean, come on." he groaned out before bringing the bottle he was haphazardously swinging about to his lips to finish it off in one final swig.

"don't get me wrong, i love my kids-- and i guess i should be greatful they didn't make me the owner of an ice cream parlor or something-- but they still could have let me be something, i don't know, cooler."

"who wants to fuck a washed up athlete, right?"

[frogprincessed]

open.   the diner.

everyone else had seemed to have an easier time with the fact that they lived different … much different lives before pellar town. not for alexandre … or should they say titian. it was a bit confusing, and maybe the baring of their curse was that they had put as much effort into their modern life as they had their more … magical one so to say. it was a tug of war situation, as they felt this odd tether to both once it became apparent, each overshadowing the other the more they sat and thought about it … but one thing that seemed to be consistent: the annoying bonking of the waiter bell. whether they were alexandre or titian, tables needed to be served. with a breathy sigh, they push off the wall in the back, tying their black apron back on and grabbing their pad and pen as they swiftly take a platter of food to the designated table.   ❝ sorry for the wait: a bit understaffed at the moment …   ❞