#vcwinefest2024

[caleb-lycaon]

irish exit | open starter

for: anyone @vievecorcitystarters location: the ballroom

Caleb was wondering how long was long enough for him to stay at the party that evening. The way the vampires were feeding much more openly than usual was definitely not sitting right with him because the notion that there might be people here who were not willing victims was not an entirely far-fetched possibility. He did not want to begrudge the vampires for the way they fed either, it would not be a good look for him to do so, and the best option would be for him to leave.

He threw back the glass of wine in his hand, set the empty glass on the table and made a beeline for the nearest exit that would lead him to the entrance and subsequently, the exit, but Caleb found himself colliding with someone in his haste to get away.

"I'm so sorry," he said apologetically and reached out to help the other person who had to take the full force of a werewolf rushing to leave. "I didn't mean to knock you over..."

[teddy-byrne]

Bored did not even come close to describing the way Teddy Byrne was feeling tonght. He was absent, his thoughts elsewhere as he stared at the endless bottles of wine placed so neatly in the shelves in front of him. Perhaps it was the irony of holding a festival after the blood shortage announcement or, more likely still, his array of personal issues borne out of selfish acts. At least he got Judas and Chris working for him. At least, he thought, Daphne was handling her stuff okay.

For now, he concentrated on the smoke in his hand, forgetting about the human who sat beside him and whom, mind you, he'd fed from and compelled to forget all about the evening once it was over. They had an odd name..Pearl or something like that, and they had declared themselves a 'wine enthusiast', though they gave off a completely different impression.

Exhaling a huff of smoke, Teddy Byrne felt a presence by his side. "Before you ask, she's fine. Drank a bit much."

@atlaswestwood

[eremington]

@vievecorcitystarters

Elijah had donated to one of the bowls in the ballroom under the watchful eye of a dark witch who healed the wound before he walked away. He figured it was part of his responsibility to show that he was willing to pitch in during a crisis. It was only about as much blood as a normal trip to the blood bank, but combined with the strong scent of blood and the number of people who had accidentally projected their thoughts onto him all at once was enough to make him feel light headed.

He'd retreated to get some air and ended up on a porch overlooking the maze. He sat down at the top of a flight of stairs and leaned against the railing beside him as he caught his breath. His eyes flicked open when someone else approached and Elijah twisted to see who it was.

[ursanazyalensky]

feed | uras & astrid

for: @astrid-lundquist location: the alcoves

The run in with Matthew had left the fallen deity feeling more irritated and hungry than he was before. Now he felt like his stomach was rumbling, aching to be filled by something other than mundane food. The demon had left the feeding cages behind and now he was searching for Astrid. She was the only one she trusted to find him something to eat, something corrupt enough to sate him.

He found her tucked away, already looking like she had enjoyed a few meals herself that night. "Astrid," he said curtly, pulling her attention away from her plaything. "I need..." he trailed off, distracted by Astrid's toy. His hunger was distracting him now, making him growl in frustration. The young demon had been on his case about his self imposed abstinence and would likely tease him but he needed her help now.

"I'm hungry," he said finally, hoping she wouldn't make him spell it out.

[gildedxink]

Bad Ideas | Starter

Status: Closed @nakatomi-ayumu Location: The Ballroom, Darkhill Towers

Max was a lot of things, uncomfortable was one of them in this moment. There were more than a few things that could be the cause of the feeling. The clothes for once were not the problem, the suit and worn the way they had gave them just the right amount of gender norm dismissal that they were craving at the moment. It could be the collar around her neck, something that normally for other reasons they might actually be into. There had been an internal debate when they'd been asked if they would volunteer and it had not been an easy choice but it was better them than some innocent person. They tugged gently with one finger on the collar getting it a little looser. The most likely cause of their discomfort in that moment was likely the crowd, something Max didn't handle often or well. They worked and lived alone for multiple reasons and this was why. Too many bodies in a small space often made for trouble but they tried to focus on other things. Looking around Max knew one of the people she knew had to be here and at least then they could have a moment of reprieve. The sight of their own handiwork caught their eye first on a familiar hand, "There you are." Dodging a few hungry eyes, Max gracefully glided to their side and smiled. "Well I knew I would find you here causing trouble as usual."

[divya-effendi]

Who: Divya x Open ( @vievecorcitystarters ) Where: The Alcoves, Wine Festival This was the first VC event in a while where Divya didn't have to worry about work. The last several months had been taxing on the Wiccan Elder between her travels, the coven, and her business, which left her withdrawn from most of society. With much of that settled for now, this was her chance to let loose and have a little fun. Despite her reservations about the company of this party, she was determined to make the most of it. She'd put in place several precautions for the safety of her coven members in attendance, ensuring that mother hen was allowed a night off.

The V she'd taken at the beginning of the party was starting to wear off, so Divya refreshed her drink and began making her way to the alcoves. The elder needed a breather from all the dancing and debauchery, and a safe place to take another hit. After aimlessly walking around, she found what she thought was an empty room, but Divya was mistaken. "Now what do we have here..." she trailed off with a smirk at what she found when she opened the door.

[gwen-lycaon]

Who: Gwen x Will ( @will-rogers ) Where: Near the Grand Entrance, Wine Fest Why: Mischief, Of Course.

After her run-in with Caleb when she'd arrived, Gwen was desperate for a drink. The blonde alpha had nearly downed her first glass in one gulp at the bar, quickly prompting the bartender for another pour. She turned and assessed the ballroom, scanning the partygoers carefully in the dim lighting for her pack members. Gwen was able to spot several of them spread out among the crowd, mentally checking them off so she could keep tabs on them throughout the night.

Reaching into the pocket of her dress, she realized that her lip gloss was nowhere to be found. Figuring it had fallen out when she was tackled by her older brother, she made her way back to the grand entrance. A doorman had noticed her approach and handed it back to her, but not before Gwen's eyes caught a glimpse of something down a hallway. Curiosity getting the better of her, she snuck her way down the hall, eventually recognizing her uncle sneaking around. Quite as a mouse, she crept up behind him carefully, until she was close enough to touch him. "What're you doing?" she shout-whispered, hoping to playfully startle him, but not raise suspicion of the guards.

[atlaswestwood]

party | caia & atlas

for: @caia-sjofrid location: the ballroom

Atlas had chosen to get a collar, they had wrapped it in a loop around their wrist, only displaying it when someone caught their attention. The elf always enjoyed a vampire party and the risk of a blood shortage didn't even flicker through their thoughts. Instead she was thinking about another drink and dancing with the hot person in the suit. Atlas had danced her way over before they realised who it was. Of course it was Caia.

"Hello, stranger," Atlas greeted, giving Caia's hand a squeeze. Of course they were immacuately dressed. It almost reminded them of the last time they had attended a party. This was a different kind of party though, one Atlas's father wouldn't have allowed her to attend. But Adaire was out of town and Artus was likely being snacked on by a vampire as they spoke.

"I'm surprised you haven't tried sneaking into one of those locked rooms. I hear they have all kinds of magical artefacts here," they teased. The punishment may not have been worth it considering the blood shortage.