~Closed - Yule Ball in Valhalla 2019 - VIP Lounge~
|River Song||On the left hand side of the main club, a white room is guarded by Maelle, the angel bouncer. Above the entrance way is a bright and faintly gold glowing sign, indicating the name of the VIP lounge.
Not liking the idea of the people of the Realm being swayed to Lucifer’s side—and not to be outdone by his fallen angel—God provided the Crossroads with a little piece of Heaven. The room appeared as if it were floating in the sky. The walls, with the magic of the Heavens, were made to look like windows and no matter the time of day, the sky was a crystal clear blue with clouds floating by. Thick, cloud like fog wisped around the floor, but allowed you to be light on your feet, nearly floating yourself in the room. Booths and lounges were covered in white leather, trimmed with golden threading and each table and counter top was made of the same mystical windows of the room.
A small bar area is available for those to help themselves, but be careful…the food is heavenly and you may not want to leave if you eat something from this room.
((Please note, unless otherwise stated, VIP lounges are not open to the general public.))
|January 05, 2014 02:58|
First and foremost, all Crossroads rules apply.
Valhalla becomes a little more grounded for the Realm’s first Yule Ball. The clouds are above, instead of around and a magical snow fell from them. It’s not cold or wet and it disappears before it comes in contact with anything. The scene in the windows shows an endless field of pine trees. Some are decorated and some are just covered in show. Small ice sculptures of various Realm creatures sit as table centerpieces and larger ice sculptures stand in various spots of the lounge. Multi coloured lights line the ceiling, the bar, and the tables and seasonal music softly plays in the background.
And while you can order whatever it is you wish, there is a special Yule menu at every table you can order from.
Of course, this wouldn’t be a Realm event if there weren’t prizes to be won throughout.
Everyone who makes an appearance will be given a Raffle Ticket and throughout the event we will be holding random draws for the following:
1. Donation Package #1 ($1.00 version) ~CLAIMED
2. Donation Package #3 ($1.00 version) ~CLAIMED
3. Donation Package #6 ($1.00 version)
4-5. Zombie x2
6-7. Dungeon Fill x2
8-10. 200 Minion Tokens x3
11-15. 100 Blood Money x5
16-20. 10,000 Cash x5
Final Draw: Christmas Donation Package
((When you post, your post will get an edit to put your Raffle Ticket # at the bottom so be sure to check your first post for your Ticket #))
And everyone who participates will get a special Profile Trophy to commemorate your time at the Yule Ball.
No images ~ Please use your words!
|December 15, 2019 19:11|
Raffle Ticket #1 ~ River Song
|December 16, 2019 11:33|
|Marah Whitmoore||+Receiving the daily mail Marah scrolled through it. One letter caught her eye so she opened it and saw the Valhalla Christmas Ball invitation. Taking a shower she put on her red silk dress and matching heel and hair ribbon. Entering the building Marah went to the bar and ordered her a Cinnamon Toddy and looked around the room to see who was arriving.+
Raffle Ticket #2 ~ River Song
|December 16, 2019 18:09|
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|LillyEmperium||*She'd seen the invite and was intrigued. It had been ages (least it felt that way) since Lilly attended a ball. Being the season, Lilly slipped into a crushed red velvet dress, black boots and her black crushed velvet cloak to make an appearance.
Stepping inside, Lilly slowly slipped her hood back as she nodded to the bouncer. Slowly she'd make her way in and around *
Raffle Ticket #3 ~ River Song
|December 17, 2019 01:05|
Raffle Ticket #4 ~ River Song
|December 17, 2019 05:00|
Raffle Ticket #5 ~ River Song
|December 17, 2019 06:06|
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|Kellie_Auber||It had been easy for husband to get ready and so she sent him ahead. For her it wasn't so easy. She refused to just throw on some ugly sweater and walk out the door. After all this was a ball. After showering and setting the cirls in her unruly red hair, Kellie slipped into the silver dress and heels. Taking a last look in the mirror she headed to the ball.
Stepping inside it took several moments for her eyes to adjust. She would look at those gathered never spending too much time gazing upon anyone for long, as it would be considered rude. As green orbs land upon Author, she makes her way to his side whispering against his ear. "Miss me?"
Raffle Ticket #6 ~ River Song
|December 17, 2019 08:47|
Raffle Ticket #7 ~ River Song
|December 17, 2019 09:50|
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Raffle Ticket #8 ~ River Song
|December 17, 2019 13:41|
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Raffle Ticket #9 ~ River Song
|December 17, 2019 17:58|
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|Marah Whitmoore||+Hearing _author she smiled +
"Happy Holidays _author"
+As she was finishing her drink Marah noticed that her mom came in. Ordering another she pays for it and takes it. Quitely she sneaks up on her and whispered softly in her ear.+
"Now what is a nice mom like yourself doing in a place like this?"
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||December 18, 2019 00:02|
|Keera Schmidt||Keera didn’t really go out much anymore. Not like this, with the lights and the dancing and the drinks. In fact, in the last year she had spent so much time running around the world that she would never even consider taking time off to go to a party. Her time at the Fraternity had changed that, a little, because it offered her something she hadn’t felt since she’d been turned.
Her and Hadley had plans that would come to fruition soon. Very soon. So, until then, she was going to let herself relax and go out into *gasp* public. With people. Hopefully none of them that she would inadvertently eat the next day.
Sure, why not take the chance?
White chiffon hugged her upper body, the bodice of the dress accentuating what curves she had. The soft white fabric lay down off the shoulders of her tanned skin that hadn’t faded too much since she’d travelled away from Australia. A silver satin ribbon wrapped around her slim waist before the loose fabric trailed down to the floor, hiding the white Keds that would make it much easier for her to dance if she chose to.
Or walk for that matter. Let’s be honest, she had a hard enough time doing that most of the time despite her preternatural grace that only seemed to show itself in situations that didn’t really help her in her day to day life.
She really hoped that the tag wasn’t showing on the dress, since she was sure as shit going to be returning it tomorrow.
Wavy blonde locks were pulled back and away from her face in a low chignon that was decorated with glittering glass pins, though other than that she wore no jewelry. She didn’t even own any jewelry. Keera had, however, put on make-up that accentuated bright sapphire eyes and a soft pink lipstick that was dark enough not to make them look unnaturally pale, but just a nice shade that agreed with her tone.
Thank god for the girls at Sephora. They did it for free! I mean, yes, she probably should have bought something but that didn’t stop her from taking advantage of free makeovers.
Bright eyes scanned the impressive room like she was going to know anyone there. Except, hey! She did! She raised a hand to Julien from across the room but didn’t want to interrupt his conversation. Instead she made a bee-line for her favorite place in any party.
Raffle Ticket #10 ~ River Song
|December 18, 2019 00:59|
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|The Preacher||It was time, the evening was still young, Levi went into the bedroom to prepare for something that he would not usually attend. His loving wife had talked him into going out for a night on the town at the Yule Ball.
Levi walked over to his closet, dug through it to find the perfect suit for that evening. Looking through he found his black jacket, black silk shirt, black vest, the tie he wasn’t sure of at the moment. Turning he walked over to the bed, laid the clothing out and proceeded to get dressed.
Shortly after, he was fully dressed. He picked out a silver tie to match the dress his wife said that she was to wear. Instead of tying it on like normal, he draped it over his neck to tie later, lord knows no one likes to be choked for any longer than is needed.
Livia should almost be dressed he thought. So, he walked out the house and into the garage and debated on what to drive for the evening. He could grab her impala, force her to let him drive, take her new Chevelle that he recently bought for her, or take his old truck. He stood for a moment and looked at his options before deciding on the truck.
Sitting in the seat, he turned the key, bringing the monster to life. Roar of the engine made him chuckle, sure to bring attention from anyone on the block. Opening the door, he exited the garage and pulled to the front of the house. His wife walked out, he opened the door to let her in, and then they were on their way.
The drive was short, he turned the corner to head straight to the doors of the Lounge. The rumble from his truck could be heard from a block away as the burnt orange, black hood and top, Seventy-two Chevrolet Custom Ten could be heard.
Driving to make an entrance the couple merely idled down the street, every so often patting the gas to hear the sound of the engine roar more to life than it already was. Levi pulled to the front door, opened the door of his truck and black wing toed oxfords hit the ground. He stepped out, straightened out his suit, walked, or you can say strutted with some swag around to the passenger side of the vehicle. He popped the door open and waited to see that beautiful wife of his step out for her ‘night on the town’.
Raffle Ticket #11 ~ River Song
|December 18, 2019 07:39|
|Livia Vlcek||Don’t let him lie.
Levi asked if Livia wanted to go to the Yule Ball.. because he was truly considerate of how she felt, her wants and needs. It was with reluctance that Livia agreed.. not because she didn’t want to be social or seen with her new husband.. the Slayer was just not really the type to dress in fine attire and attend parties.
Introverted maybe.. but never anti-social.
She might also be slightly self conscious.
Verdigris gaze studied the reflection in the compact mirror that stared back. The scars of her face were less pronounced with makeup though tattered lips, glossed in pale pink, were still visible. Luckily the floor length dress she wore, with its box neckline, was not very revealing and did well to cover the scars drawn across porcelain flesh. Snapping the compact shut, Livia turned to study her husband, how his emerald gaze was so bright even in the dimmest of lights.
She was a lucky woman even if their courtship was ‘slightly’ unconventional.
Slightly? The thought amused her.
The drive to the club was short, thankfully. It left little time to become anxious or to decide to turn back for a cosy night at home in fuzzy pajamas. And when they finally arrived, when Levi opened the door for her to exit, Livia knew there was no turning back. Instead, she took the time to make sure his tie was straight before the sleek fabric of the dress she wore whisked her from the cab of the truck.
Taking Levi’s arm, Livia led the male toward the entrance of Valhalla; marveled at the multicoloured lights and snowfall that could be seen from the door while large doormen checked their persons. Once found to be free of weapons, the couple entered the club arm in arm while wisps of aether twined at their feet. Sensitive nose found these tendrils of fog and flakes of snow were not created by machine (there was no chemical scent to tickle olfactory nerve) but rather by magick. The Elders had, indeed, outdone themselves.
Pale eyes upon those in attendance, Livia anxiously searched for a familiar face in the growing crowd. There was only one person she recognised thus far; one that she had noticed on her many visits to the Fraternity. Keera, was it? Livia nudged Levi, nodded her head in the woman’s direction as if to say, ‘Look, it’s one of your own’, for she had never been formally introduced to the girl that Valentin spoke fondly of in recent past.
Waiting for her husband to decide whether they would interrupt Keera or not, Livia stood still as stone while silver empire-waist gown draped over a very pronounced, very round belly. Golden locks, normally left in loose curls, were swept up and pinned in a messy chignon. The Slayer mused how she might have looked like Queen Ravenna, minus the crown of course, from the Huntsman movie.
If Ravenna had been pregnant.
An audible groan left tattered lips, her free hand moving to cradle ever growing bump.
Yup.. they were doing this.
Raffle Ticket #12 ~ River Song
|December 18, 2019 07:42|
|LillyEmperium||*Watching various patrons enter. Smiling softly she waved at Shadwyn when she saw him. It had been awhile since she'd seen him or Rose for that matter. As she was about to walk towards him, Lilly heard Marah. Giving a light luggage turned around. Hugging her gently Lilly smiled. *
Oh darling this place is nothing. Remember I use to mix and mingle with both sides years ago. I'm here to see old friends, and just have a bit of fun I suppose. You know make an appearance.
*grining Lilly looked to Marah *
A good question is what is a young innocent doing here? Hmmmm....
*With a smile, she saw Liv. Giving an exaggerated wave. Lilly was thankful for familiar faces*
Anyways..... I needed to blow the dust off me dear....
|December 18, 2019 09:48|
|Livia Vlcek||Slow, simple or stupid.. take your pick.
Apparently, Livia was all three.
A sheepish smile took to damaged visage as soon as Livia saw Lilly wave. How could she have missed her, of all people?! The woman that delivered delicious peanut butter by the jars to the Slayer was there.. right across the room.
An exasperated sigh, at herself, Livia mouthed 'I'm so sorry!' to the lovely Lilly across the room as she waved desperately. Maybe it was old age, maybe it was just the awkwardness of being in public for the first time in a long while but the woman did feel bad. Livia would make it up to her somehow. Maybe she could send a drink to Lilly?
A tap on the shoulder of a server that passed, Livia pointed to the menu to order a sugar cookie martini and was met by a horrified stare.
Oh.. she was pregnant. Right.
"For the lovely woman over there.." A tinge of crimson rising through her cheeks as she pointed to Lilly, Livia also requested Crown neat for her husband and a glass of ice water for herself.
|December 18, 2019 10:06|
|Liam Dromeo||Fluttering snow and blowing wind, fire crackling and the sun setting. Who would want to leave the comforts of a warm hearth and endeavor outward for the sheer sake of mingling? Liam sighed, flipped over the invitation again and stared at it while the embers leapt in evergreen eyes. They'd all be there. The folks from home. But so would everyone else. All dressed up, or down, just...coexisting. Mayhaps it wouldn't be unbearable but he would never know if he didn't start moving in that direction.
On his bed lay his best, and only, penguin suit. He considered wearing his old dresss uniform but he really meant retired when he made the commitment and there was no need for it. So it sank into obscurity in the back of his closet. Two ties lay out, neither particularly festive but more color than he liked just the same. Picking the dark green of the traditional tree, he put the other away and began to dress.
A full length mirror, a comb and twenty minutes later he mused he was as ready as he ever was and headed for his truck, nearly forgetting the invitation with all pertinent information in his hustle. Grabbing it, he trekked across the slippery yard in the stupid penguin shoes and settled in for the ride. He took the more direct route, less time to ruminate on what an asinine decision he was making.
Once arrived and inside, he stopped full in his tracks just to take a moment to breathe and observe. Maybe the suit had been necessary after all but it wasn't out of place either. The whole place had a cosmic...no make that divine...energy. He spotted Livia across the room, cutting a stunning profile as always. Maybe he would meander that way, there weren't any other familiar faces yet. As he moved to do so, he nearly tripped over a imp of a waiter who quickly helped him right himself and they both apologized laughingly. "Would you like anything to drink, sir?" He shook his head. "Not right now but thank you." Right now all he wanted was a place to sit and watch, no more moving around for a while.
Raffle Ticket #13 ~ River Song
|December 18, 2019 10:34|
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|Beau Theroux||Beau was definitely out of his comfort zone. Never had he participated in such a fancy event nor had he any desire to do so. However, it was the duty of a leader to lead by example so there he found himself standing (awkwardly) at the entrance of Valhalla. He was so hopeless his grandmother had to assist him in picking out his outfit. A dark green paisley tuxedo jacket that had a slight shimmer was what they had settled on; green was always his color. The the bowtie around his neck had already come loose from his constant tugging. And his slicked back hair? He disheveled that before even leaving his apartment. Fancy was not his forte.
Seeing the people mingling about he decided to make his way towards the bar. Looking over the options his brow rose in confusion at all the choices. First fancy clothes now fancy drinks?
"Uuuuh... y'got whiskey?"
A nod was given.
"Then just some whiskey on the rocks. Thanks."
The Cajun's finger reached up to tug once more at his collar, a look of displeasure present on his typically happy features. Maybe this was a bad idea and he was just making a fool of himself? Maybe with enough drinks he'd start relaxing a bit more?
Turning his back to the bar he leaned against it while surveying the floor. A few familiar faces were present though they were locked in conversation. Arms crossed over his chest while golden flecks shimmered in his dark green hues as he scanned the room. Despite his discomfort, he could appreciate the effort put into the beauty of the event. If anything, it gave him ideas for event back at the Rougarou.
Raffle Ticket #14 ~ River Song
|December 18, 2019 22:42|
|LillyEmperium||*Smiling Lilly looked to Liv, seeing her face she mouthed back* It's ok dear.
*When the server brought her the drink and informed her who sent it. Lilly smiled. It was funny what peanut butter seemed to do for friendships. It was funny how that friendship came about and has stayed going. One would have thought they'd be at each others throats so to speak to to one being a slayer, the other a vampire. In the the end, they were both women and at the time leaders. Lilly had watched Liv over the years, and was glad to consider her a friend.
As she looked to her, she noticed something odd. Not the man with her, no something else... Something deeper... Changing.. Then it hit her, Liv`s glass looked clear. She had an idea and would inquire after awhile to see if she was correct.
Taking a drink, she smiled and mouthed* are you ok?
|December 18, 2019 22:45|
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|Keera Schmidt||How...the hell...did women sit in these things? The dress, that was. The skirt was full enough that it made it nearly impossible to hop up on one of the stools that were lined up in front of the bar without tripping and falling flat on her fucking face. She shuffled around, getting one leg up, but not the other. Then shifted and tried the other side.
Now the bartender was watching her and trying his best not to laugh and she was getting red in the face with frustration.
That was, until she started laughing. This was ridiculous. When she started to laugh, so did the bartender. He didn’t have to hold it in now that they could both join in on the mess that was Keera Schmidt.
Now, bound and determined, she gathered up the skirt in her arms and pulled it up. Not like all the way up, you pervs, but enough that she could move her legs a little more freely. Her sneaker clad feet latched on to one of the bars of the stool and she hoisted herself up and on to it without falling on her ass. Go her!
With a deep breath of satisfaction she settled on the seat and took the menu in hand. Under her breath she mumbled. “Peppermint bark...the fuck?” She flipped it over to see if there were any other choices. None that she could see.
“Do you just have beer?”
Then, a voice next to her, though a little way down the bar.
‘Uuuuh... y'got whiskey?”
Keera laughed and snapped her fingers then pointed at the bearded man in the green suit. “YES! Whiskey. I’ll have one of those too. Or like four. I don’t know yet. Just keep ‘em coming, mate.”
It was then that she really, really, hoped that this was an open bar situation and she didn’t have to like...pay...for anything. That was something she would figure out later. For now? For now she was going to enjoy her boozy beverage that wasn’t named after Christmas carols or some shit.
Right, the bearded dude. She gave him a broad smile and a wave, glad to see she wasn’t the only one that felt completely out of place in the crowd. The bar was better. Much better. And they had alcohol! “Hey, do I know you? I feel like I know you. Then again, I started drinking before I got here, so there’s a good chance I’m making shit up in my head. Again.” Her blue eyes sparked with good humor. Sure, she might be as uncomfortable as all hell, but damned if she wasn’t going to have a fun time.
|December 18, 2019 23:47|
|Livia Vlcek||Thumbs up to Lilly, a smile and nod. Livia was just fine.. a little awkward but good. She was just going to find a metal thing to stand next to and hopefully blend into the decor. Maybe she could borrow a strand of lights.
It was then the Slayer saw Liam and waved him over, an invitation to stand with her awkwardly. She wasn't sure if he felt that way but she sure did and they could totally be weird together while catching up. Azhi unity and all that. Rah Rah Rah.
And just to make sure her wave didn't go unnoticed..
"Liam!" It wasn't quite a yell or even her normal speaking voice. Nope. It was like an excited whisper. All the more to stay incognito and figure out what she might like to snack on while her husband chose a place to sit. "You came to the ball! I'm glad you made it.. it's really good to see you."
|December 19, 2019 00:27|
|Flahme||Dressed in a black off the shoulder velvet dress, Flahme entered the Yule Ball and waited for Landon to join her. She had to remind herself that to everyone else, he was Janus and call him by that name. The use of Landon was for her only. To his exasperation, and her amusement, she had insisted they get ready separately so he would be surprised by her choice of clothing. Coming straight from the coven, she was here first and standing a little taller than usual due to the strappy black high heels, Flahme studied the room nervous energy pouring off her making her core temperature more elevated than usual. She probably shouldn’t get too close to the ice sculptures that were dotted around the room and on tables.
The dress she had chosen hugged her slight form and had a collection of orange and red sequins perfectly placed starting at the hemline and moving up the skirt to give the illusion she was walking on fire. It was the prettiest dress she had ever worn and took some designing to get it right. Even before tonight she was unsure it wouldn’t just look like she’d bedazzled a perfectly good dress. Under the lights, however, the sequins shimmied in such a way to look like flames danced around her feet. There also might have been some magic about it since a witch created it, but she would keep that detail to herself. Flahme felt elegant and feminine, an unusual combination for someone who lived in jeans and t-shirts. The finishing touch at her throat was the ruby necklace she always wore. Landon had given it to her as a gift some time ago and it included a spell, affording the wearer added protection. Regardless, a gift from her love meant more to her than the magic did and Flahme treasured it.
Hair piled on top of her head; a few strands fell in curls around her face, and it was one of these she blew out of the way as she spied a free table for her and Landon. Looking about the room, then behind her, she spotted that very man walking towards her. A grin hit her face lighting up emerald eyes as he took her breath away.
“See, you would have hated getting ready with me in a cloud of perfume and makeup.”
Raffle Ticket #15 ~ River Song
|December 19, 2019 02:44|
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|Manannán mac Lir||A traditional black tuxedo complete with black bow tie and satin lapels was the choice Manannán made for the Yule Ball. It hadn’t said black tie, but ball usually implied as much, so he was dressed to the nines when he picked up Harlie from her apartment and got them to the party post haste.
Due to the warm overcoat Harlie wore her dress was entirely covered, and Manannán was looking forward to the reveal once she removed it at the venue.
Waiting at a cloakroom area where Harlie was to hand over her coat for safekeeping for the night, Manannán looked over to the ballroom and smiled at how magical it all looked and felt. The snowflakes that fell would never be bothersome or cold as they gently floated about the room. Beautiful ice sculptures adorned tables and larger ones placed on displays here and there. The patrons, some he knew and many he didn’t, drifted in and out of his line of sight as soft music reached his ears.
It should be understood Christmas was not something Manannán usually celebrated, so he was thankful this event did not focus on that aspect. It was a wise move considering there would be many supernatural beings attending whose tradition was something far older like his own. What did make him happy was the season for giving gave him the perfect excuse to shower Harlie with gifts. Now that he could get behind.
Turning back to Harlie he realised sheepishly she had been waiting for him. Taking her hand, he bowed over it and pressed a kiss to the back before straightening with a gleam in his eye and a flash of at least one dimple. Then he helped her remove her coat and was speechless at what she wore. “You look stunning, Harlie-girl. You take my breath away. Are you ready to go in?” Offering his arm, he waited patiently until she was ready.
Raffle Ticket #16 ~ River Song
|December 19, 2019 06:49|
|The Preacher||Levi had walked into the room with Livia, her arm wrapped in his. After they had entered, she ordered his drink, waved at a few people that he did not know or recognize and settled for standing off to the side for a few moments. Levi took his drink from the waiter as it was brought back to him, a small sip, not to get plastered in public and then he sat it down at a table close to them. He kept a close eye on it though, he knew first-hand what an unattended drink could cause.
While standing there, he stepped behind his wife, hands wrapped around her waist, slightly cradling the bump that was now her stomach. While he ‘supported’ it, he took his emerald gaze and peered around the room. A slight nod to Keera, about the only one in the room that he knew, and then he kept his gaze moving to examine everyone else in the room. It was a ball, he was searched upon entry, and felt very naked with no weapons on his person.
“All of this makes me nervous.”
Was all that he whispered to his wife while he placed his chin onto her shoulder. Rather awkward to be honest. Usually if he was in a room with this many people it was because someone was going to die at the end of the night. After a few more minutes of standing, he guessed his wife was tired from carrying around all that extra luggage that had recently grown on her and he turned his head, glancing at the table that he laid his drink on to make sure no one had sat at it, then placed his hand on the small of his wife's back and lead her over to the table for her to sit. He pulled the chair out for her and when she sat, he slid her under.
“I’ll wave the waiter down if you want anything to drink or eat.”
Spoken at a tone just enough that it could be heard over the noise in the room as he stepped over and took the seat next to her, his hand finding his crown once more for another taste of the fire water. He felt slightly bad that Livia wasn’t able to drink with him but she had ordered it for him.
|December 19, 2019 07:55|
|Merida Campbell||It was the holidays of course when you consider that the trauma units are never quiet from all of the blood shed of stupidity of others. Merida wasn’t surprise what so ever while listening to a young man barely into his twenties talking about how it wasn’t his fault when his car blew thru a red light before t-boning another vehicle. She took a deep breathing to quell her anger as she placed the last staple on his forehead. Glancing over her shoulder as she spoke up ”He’s all yours now.” She stepped back letting the officers move into place while she finished the paperwork.
Glancing up to the clock, she realized that time was not on her side. Speaking up as she handed the chart to the Shift Nurse ”Gotta run. Have a good night ladies and gentlemen. For I am late for a very important date.” Her mind was racing recalling that this event, she would have to dress in something nice and festive. Nice she could do but festive was questionable.
Two hours later
Merida had just arrived at the Yule Ball. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, she began to feel uncomfortable within her own skin. She glanced down to the black suede heals as she held onto the matching clutch. Her reflection caught her attention as she admired the deep evergreen dress that reminded her what Audrey Hepburn would have worn during that type. Vintage Vogue comes to mind. Her hand touched lightly to the right side of her head making sure her hair was in place for the style she had chosen.
She stepped into the place and to her it seemed it was hopping. Merida moved within the crowd towards the bar. Right now, she needed a strong drink.
Raffle Ticket #17 ~ River Song
|December 19, 2019 09:19|
|Naberius Reum||The invitation to the Realm's Yule Ball arrived at Legba's warehouse. It sat in the pile of mail on top of the Voodoo Priest's desk for hours before Nita needed something, and she found the intricate decorated invite, instead of what she actually needed. The bartender brought it to Legba's attention, who made sure to text Naberius and Zahrah.
The assassin pirate had been forced to leave the warehouse by Abigor to do a small retrieval job with the promise of being able to return upon completion. And the General was doing everything in his power to keep Naberius longer.
After four long hours of serving his Master's whims and stupidity, Naberius finally made it back to Legba's place of business. He needed to talk to the Voodoo man about creating some sort of entrance for Zee and himself to get in and out of the Warehouse without the general public knowing. More times then not, he walked into the building covered in blood, and it was disturbing to see if one wasn't prepared for it. Bad for business and all that.
Ignoring the looks he knew he would receive, he made his way to his room to shower and dress. Blood splatter covered him from head to toe. There was no way in hell he was missing this event; especially since Zahrah agreed to go with him.
Once again, he had to rely on Nita to come through for clothes. He didn't own any Yule Ball attending attire and was broke as fuck. So, she went shopping for him.
A charcoal grey suit with a black cotton business shirt beneath, hung on a hook over the bathroom door. It took him thirty minutes to shower, then dress as quickly as he could. A pair of tiny, silver skull dagger cuff links were then clicked into place in the cuffs of the shirt. No doubt that Legba had instructed Nita to find them. No tie. The top button undone. He used the same dress shoes he wore to The Crossroads, cleaned of Corbin's blood. His lengthening hair was tied back with a leather strap that somehow appeared on his dresser one day, and he started using it.
Satisfied that he looked halfway decent, he pulled his leather jacket on as he made his way to his Harley motorcycle, the engine roaring to life with a flick of his wrist and he pulled out of the warehouse's parking lot. It didn't take him long to get to his destination. Once there, he took his leather jacket off, folding it inside a side duffel before heading inside.
After being frisked for weapons, Naberius' chocolate eyes scanned the growing crowd. The lights, the music, the decorations were all very festive. The Elders did a fantastic job of making the place Yule Ball ready. He weaved through the crowd, trying to avoid bumping into people, until he was able to find a bar to order a drink. A brow raised at the list of Yule drinks for the evening. Yeah.
"Scotch on the rocks, please." The bartender acknowledged his order, moving quickly to accommodate his request. Naberius took a sip once it was produced, turning his body to watch the door for Zahrah to appear.
Where was she?
Raffle Ticket #18 ~ River Song
|December 19, 2019 12:58|
|Liam Dromeo||The faux snow would have sprinkled his short and hastily groomed hair if it had been the sort to stick around. Thankfully it wasn't. Last thing he needed was to look stupid on top of feeling it.
Aimlessly hovering near a two top table, currently empty, Liam watched the stream of people come and go from the bar. Until he heard a familiar, almost excited whisper. Ahhh...Livia. His one familiar face. She called him and gestured him over and he followed, in a roundabout way, the navigable path to her.
He nodded in the direction of her husband, spoke fimrly, "Sir." And rounded his attention on Liv. "Heyyyy. Surprised you're not curled up nice and comfy tonight, its been nasty out." Indeed the weather and behavior of the Realm up to this point had been unfortunate but it was just but small talk to fill the empty air. Maybe he would have a drink after all, he wasn't very peopley.
|December 19, 2019 13:15|
|Marah Whitmoore||" I needed time away mom. I think I should enjoy the holiday season. I am young right. I'm a good mother to my kids but as you and dad told me once I need time to be me. Yeah I get it when I am singing and on tour but I need more right.?"
+ When her mom said she needed to get the dust off she smiled and added+
" You go do that mom enjoy and I am going to have another Cinnamon Toddy and maybe one of those Cajun Turkey sliders. Oh Ami mentioned about stopping in as well just to see whose out and about. I have no idea if my brother will be joining her. By the way is Pop-o going to make an appearance?"
+ Marah headed to the bar and ordered+
|December 19, 2019 14:37|
Raffle Ticket #19 ~ River Song
|December 19, 2019 15:41|
|Flahme||Laughter spilled from her as Landon’s declaration about hairspray left his lips, followed by a light stain to her cheeks at his compliment. “Thank you. I wanted to surprise you. Apart from being Arial that one time I’m not sure you’ve seen me dressed up, and I’m pretty sure mermaid costumes don’t count.”
The courtly kiss upon her hand and Landon’s suit surprised her as well and made her heart skip a beat. Who knew two demons who sauntered into Hell not that long ago could scrub up so well? “You look so handsome. I don’t think it’s me who is perfect. I think it is us who are perfect.”
Following his lead, Flahme sat at the table and was about to pick up the little menu when Landon went down on one knee. Her mouth dropped open, and butterflies hit her stomach as he pulled a small black box from his pocket. Flahme felt in actual danger of fainting. Her core temperature spiked, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if tiny flames sparked off her. Taking deep breaths, she regulated her breathing as his words penetrated her mind and revealed a ring snug in the velvet folds within the box.
Never one to hide her emotions, a tear slipped down her cheek as Landon spoke. He had asked her father! He never told her what he and her father discussed so quietly before they left Hell, and now she knew, and that Landon had wanted to marry her since that time made Flahme’s heart fill with joy. She loved this man with everything in her and had already followed him literally to Hell and back. No one else would do for her; fire and ice made for each other.
Trembling the same as Landon, Flahme accepted his ring onto her finger and stared at it a moment before raising her watery emerald hues to his. So overcome, she was momentarily speechless as she looked into the warm gaze of the love of her life. “Yes,” she whispered, then cleared her throat and more forcefully declared, “Yes! I will marry you.”
Not waiting for him to stand, Flahme threw her arms around his neck and kissed him right there where he knelt. For a moment the world fell away in that way it did when their lips were so close. Lingering a moment before she pulled away, the world rushed back in, and she laughed as they regained their feet and gazed at one another. “I adore you. Thank you for making tonight perfect. You might have to fix this ice sculpture though. I melted it a little bit in all the excitement.”
|December 19, 2019 17:59|
Raffle Ticket #20 ~ River Song
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Raffle Ticket #21 ~ River Song
|December 19, 2019 20:17|
|Naberius Reum||His eyes were constantly scanning the crowd for Zahrah. He wanted to make sure he saw her the moment she stepped foot into the club. Anytime that he accidentally caught the eyes of someone else, he simply inclined his head to them in polite greeting even if he didn't know them. No need to be rude.
His head canted to the right as his eyes settled on a man kneeling in front of a woman in a very unique dress. The bottom of said gown looked like it was on fire. It looked like an engagement was taking place. The woman must have said yes for she threw her arms around him for a kiss.
Good for them.
It was a refreshing scene to behold instead of death and blood. Maybe he would learn their names tonight and send a simple wedding gift afterwords. The Realm was a tricky place to survive, but to have someone by your side to help navigate the ...
A sense of awareness pricked at the base of his neck. Naberius' head turned to his left, spotting Zahrah instantly. His breath escaped his lungs at the perfect picture. A bright red, low scooped neckline dress that stopped at her knees. There was white fabric over the red that looked like ... snowflakes? As she drew closer, the sparkle of her necklace caught his attention, a silver snowflake.
His lips curled up in a pleased smile. "Little dancer," Strong fingers brought her knuckles to his lips as he pressed a kiss there. "lovely as ever. Started to wonder if you were standing me up." He teased gently as he drew her closer, his eyes falling to the white over her dress which in fact was snowflakes. "Beautiful, my love. You're simply beautiful tonight."
|December 19, 2019 22:21|
Raffle Ticket #22 ~ River Song
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|Harlowe mac Lir||
Raffle Ticket #23 ~ River Song
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Landon couldn’t help but roll chuckle. “Of course mermaid costumes count, you made the most lovely one of all.” Flashing her a smile, he watched as the apples of her cheeks blossomed with a familiar rosy color. He had to agree with her. They did look perfect together, or so he thought. They were opposite in nearly every way, with her fire and his ice, he felt as if they were cosmic.
As he knelt before her, the heat that radiated from her filled his chilled bones with a delicious, all too familiar heat. He could have sworn he saw sparks spread from her to lick the ice sculpture on the middle of the table, but then again, why would he expect anything else? Still holding her hand and the box, he reached up to brush away the stear that strolled down the gentle curves of her face.
It was only when those stunning green eyes met warm regard, that he let the tears spill over as her acceptance met his ears. Had they been in private, he was sure they would have fallen to the floor in a rare display of his emotions. It was one of many reasons he decided the Yule Ball was the perfect place to propose to his love, his light. What better way to declare himself than in front of everyone?
Landon felt the breath leave his lungs as Flahme hurled herself into him, her arms now securely around his neck, and her lips crushed to his. It was this moment that made all of the struggles worth it. From meeting in Hell just to be torn apart, meeting again on the surface just to be forced into a marriage he didn’t want, nearly losing her. He returned her kiss with just as much intensity, all the while returning them to their feet, careful not to stay tangled in her dress as she pulled away from him.
He knew the smile that was spreading across his lips, and didn’t dare try to hide it, his happiness turned his lips upwards into a goofy grin he knew she loved. “There’s no need to thank me. You deserve the world.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he gave a subtle wave of his fingers towards their table. The half melted ice sculpture reforming itself. While his lips still pressed against her forehead he continued with, “I’m so happy you agreed to become my wife. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”
Parting his lips from her head, he twirled her around so that he could sit in the chair she had occupied only moments before, and bring her down with him. Once he was sure she was situated, he nestled into the crook of her neck to press a gentle kiss there. “Big wedding, small wedding, or no wedding. I’m just happy to belong to you.”
|December 20, 2019 09:57|
|LillyEmperium||*Giving a chuckle, Lilly looked to Marah *
I don't know if he's coming. I'm just glad to see him happy hun. I can't explain it, but he seems truly happy this year. Everything is calm. Oh I do hope Ami comes. If not I'm sure both will be at the gathering.
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|LillyEmperium||*A smile kept over her lips as she felt his arms go around her. She wondered if he knew how much he Ment to her. Slipping one of her hands over his arm, almost as if making sure he was actually there before she spoke.*
I'm glad you made it love. Oh not long, sometime after Marah but before Liv. I knew you and Tara had everything handled there love.
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|Dessa Chambers||Dresses, dresses, dresses. Dessa had plenty of them and that was pretty much the issue. She couldn’t decide on which one to wear. Blue, red, green...white? No. White, while definitely a winter color, would not be the right choice. She huffed in frustration and pulled out a dress in blue and held it against herself and looked in the mirror.
Tossed onto her bed.
Next was a red one. Too Short. Tossed onto the bed.
Dessa went through this process until there were nearly ten dresses on her bed until she finally settled on a deep forest green gown. The dress touches the floor without shoes on, but she had a nice pair of suede three-inch heel pumps that matched the color of the dress. Once she finally settled on the color she was going with, she snapped a picture of the fabric and sent it to Valentin. This color. Probably :P She was teasing on the probably. The dress was perfect with it’s V-neck in both the front and back, with a band around the waist and a slit down the left side.
She fussed about with her hair, giving it wavy curls and leaving it down to frame her face. Makeup was next. She didn’t over do it, she never really did; just some mascara and simple eyeliner and a nice deep shade of red for lipstick. Very holiday themed. She finished off the look with putting on a thin, golden chain with a single diamond that laid in the hollow of her throat.
Feeling happy with her look, Dessa slips on her shoes, drapes a shawl over her shoulders and stepped outside to wait for Valentin to come pick her up so that they could attend the Yule Ball together.
Raffle Ticket #24 ~ River Song
|December 20, 2019 22:44|
|Valentin Metzger||Formal attire is not something foreign or even uncomfortable to the male. Valentin is fond of things like the opera and theatre and has, on more than one occasion, been required to dress formally for these events. This particular evening he is simply waiting for confirmation on Dessa’s part so he may accessorise properly before he departs to escort her to the ball.
Text received, the large man retrieves from his closet a matching tie and pocket square, both a deep forest green to match Dessa’s dress. Considering the single breasted jacket, waistcoat, trousers and shirt he wears are all black, the tie and pocket square add a nice yet subtle pop of colour but will not detract from the amazing dress his Liebling will be wearing.
A quick glance in the mirror, the Colossus straightens his tie before grabbing his cane and the bouquet of flowers meant for Dessa. Minutes later finds him driving towards Dessa’s flat, the large SUV’s engine rumbling steadily beneath a heavy boot. He would have preferred something more elegant for the occasion but egregious snowfall had left normally bustling streets dangerous for the rear wheel drive AMG.
Spotting Dessa, Valentin guides the vehicle to a stop right in front of the flat, hops from the vehicle, flowers in hand. Engine running to maintain cabin temperature, he makes his way to Dessa, turquoise optics taking in the beauty that stands before him as he offers the bouquet.
“You look.. breathtaking.” A smile that reaches blue green eyes replaces stoic mien. She is always beautiful, he thinks; tonight she is moreso. A kiss to her cheek, Valentin takes gently Dessa’s hand and guides her into the awaiting vehicle. Making sure her dress is not in the path of the door, he closes it and jogs back to the driver’s side. “How was your day?”
He glances briefly towards Dessa before merging into traffic. Quietly she recounts her day as they travel across the city. He sits in relative silence, listening, concentrating on the road and only interrupts to acknowledge what she says or add to the conversation. Soon they are parked outside the CrossRoads and he is escorting Dessa towards the entrance of Valhalla, car left in the care of a valet.
“I have been thinking about Christmas..” Baritone voice is hushed while doormen search their persons for weapons and are cleared. Stepping through the door, Dessa’s hand in the crook of his elbow, the Butcher takes in the scene before him, brows raised. He has never been to the Crossroads, let alone Valhalla and might be in a mild state of shock. It is unlike anything he’s ever seen. As if he has stepped into a snow globe or his camp has been removed from the boreal forest of Irkutsk and shoved into a massive room. He feels.. oddly at home. “Would you like to go to Irkutsk with me?”
Pale irides search the room, spot a few people he knows. His employer, the Preacher, is there with Livia. Then there is Genesis, the woman who is much like a younger sister. He waves to her, offers a smile. And then there is Keera, who appears to be having a wonderful time; which doesn’t surprise him really, she is one of the outgoing ones. Boisterous and friendly.
“Shall we visit the bar or would you like to dance?”
Raffle Ticket #25 ~ River Song
|December 20, 2019 22:47|
|LillyEmperium||*Lilly couldn't help but chuckle over the thought of Tara kicking him out of the kitchen *
She is very particular about her kitchen. Marah is doing good. I seen Manny around, looks like him an his lady worked things out.
*Tipping her head slightly, Lilly looked to Ronan. She loved seeing him happy. His smile was a welcomed sight to her. Considering everything that had happened over the last couple months. Softly she whispered *
Tá súil agam an aoibh gháire sin a fheiceáil i gcónaí. Caitheann tú go maith mo ghrá.
(I hope to always see that smile. You wear it well my love. )
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Raffle Ticket #26 ~ River Song
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|Manannán mac Lir||The red satin against Harlie’s flawless skin made his mouth water along with the occasional flash of her legs. Shaking his head, he got back in the game and flicked her a cheeky wink when she said he looked handsome.
Walking into the ballroom, Manannán looked around and smiled at the people he knew. He waved to Lilly and sketched her a bow, she had given him some good advice not that long ago, and he nodded to Ronan stood at her side. Then he noted the couple who appeared to have just got engaged. They were both from Sine Metu like him. However, he had not interacted overly much with either of them. They made an attractive couple. There were others he waved or nodded to as well, some he hadn’t seen in a while.
As they moved, he felt Harlie stiffen at his side. Then she murmured words suggesting they leave. He got caught on the fact she called him ‘Baby’ because he enjoyed when endearments fell from her lips. Deciding not to make a big deal of it, he turned with a frown to see what was wrong and noticed a waiter slip a note to her. “What was that note? Are you alright, Harlie-girl? We can leave if you wish to, but we did just get here. Perhaps a drink first, then if you still wish to leave, we will do.”
These sorts of events often felt a little uncomfortable at first which is why he hoped a drink would settle Harlie enough for her to enjoy the evening. Being around new people or seeing old familiar ones can bring up many emotions, and Harlie was more sensitive to these things than he. Though he wasn’t entirely sure what had caused her discomfort, he could hazard a guess, but the romantic scene may have also triggered sad memories of when they were married. He hoped that they would be married once again someday.
Moving fast, with efficiency in mind, Manannán found an empty table and ordered champagne for Harlie and a whiskey for himself. The drinks arrived quickly, and he was about to take a sip when a toast was made to the newly engaged couple. He raised his glass to the toast then drank and turned back to Harlie. “I hope champagne is fine, but there’s a menu here if you want to try one of the event specialties,” he watched her closely to gauge her mood, not wanting to bring the note up again, then covered her hand with his much larger one and gently squeezed. “One drink, love. You were looking forward to this, and I don’t want you to miss out. I’m not sure what’s spooked you tonight but remember I’m at your side for whatever you need.”
At the end of his words, his stomach growled loud enough to wake the dead. “Change of plan. How about one drink and a couple of snacks then we go?” Manannán ridiculously waggled his eyebrows, an attempt to lighten the mood then ordered three snacks off the menu; Nutella twists, bacon-wrapped smokies and cajun turkey sliders. That should be enough for them both…maybe. He took another sip of the whiskey as he kept an eye on both the room and his beautiful Harlie.
|December 21, 2019 08:07|
|Flahme||That her strong, capable man had tears in his eyes as well as she, undid Flahme. Landon usually kept such things in check and hid behind a mask, so it took her breath away that he would be so open, declare himself so thoroughly. After all, they had been through to date. This proposal was a milestone in every way.
As Landon stood and fixed the ice sculpture, a thrill ran through her body. Flahme loved anything magical or unusual because it was her world, and she thought for a moment on the night she had met this wonderful man. Sitting in his apartment chatting about their lives that night, she had never wanted to leave. Of course, they now knew the reason was that they had met before this time on earth which was why they were so drawn to one another. He was her home.
The twirl made her laugh, and she was a little off-balance as she landed in Landon’s lap then purred as he laid a kiss on her neck. Before she could answer his question, a toast was raised in their honour and she grinned and waved to the room thoroughly enjoying the moment. So caught up in Landon, Flahme hadn’t taken time to see who was here and realised she knew a number of them. Catching eyes she smiled and waved to close and distant friends alike. She wanted to talk to her good friend, Marah and would do soon but right now her focus returned to her future husband.
“I’m not fussed about a big ceremony, perhaps a small affair to make it legal. I only have one request, one promise I want from you. Well, after the one where you will love me forever and a day of course. The promise is that we won’t turn into some boring married couple. We won’t wear boring pants, or not go out on a weeknight, or start drinking kale for breakfast and we will be crazy in love like a couple of horny teenagers forever. I mean, I don’t think that’s too much to ask all things considered.”
It was tough to keep a straight face throughout that short speech, and yet she meant every word. She didn’t want this to change who they were but enhance their love and their life. A symbol of their commitment to one another in every way including their ability to help each other develop into more than what they were now. Gods, she was more of a hopeless romantic than she ever realised. She didn’t expect perfection. She hoped that even when it was flawed and needed development that neither would give up and they would still have love and laughter no matter what.
“Okay, here’s what we do now. Order one of everything on this menu and pretend we are food and drink critics. Also, we should probably mingle at some point, not right now. I’m too comfy, but soon.”
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|LillyEmperium||*Smiling softly, Lilly looked to Ronan. She knew he wasn't big on these type of events. She understood, she really did. Which made her all the more thankful and happy when he did show.She really was thankful for the small things. *
Hmmm maybe lil bit due to the season... It was bout to be a bit boring though. Thank you for coming love. You made it much better.
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|LillyEmperium||*Softly she chuckled *
No love, it's good to get out and blow the dust off ya every so often.
*Hearing Shadwyn sing, Lilly clapped afterwards. Finishing her drink she smiled*
He's good... This is good for the realm.. Peace for a time is good for everyone
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|LillyEmperium||*Lilly quietly walked up behind her husband. Smiling softly, she looked to Shadwyn and the violinist*
You both are wonderful. An Shadwyn, in all the years I've known you... I had no clue of your voice. Please do me a favor an pass my holiday wishes on to Rose. If you both are taking requests, might I ask if you could do white Christmas...
|December 21, 2019 22:33|
|Harlowe mac Lir||
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|LillyEmperium||*hugging her husband before he left, she knew he was right. She'd catch up with him later. Smiling softly as she listened to the pair. Thinking of Christmas` gone by. Smiling softly she swayed as they preformed.
When they finished, Lilly looked to Shadwyn and whispered*
Thank you dear.
*Kneeling beside the young girl, Lilly spoke*
Darling, you are very good. Never lose the drive, love of what you do.
|December 22, 2019 18:23|
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Raffle Ticket #27 ~ River Song
Note: No images please.
|December 22, 2019 20:26|
|Amethyst||Ami enters and notices her father in law , Lilly and Marah. Walking over to Marah she pats her back.
"Having a good time Mars Bar?. I'll catch up to you later let me say hi to Da and mama Lil."
Walking behind them she gives each a hug.
" Glad to see you all out . Mama Lil you look beatiful abd da you look debonair."
Raffle Ticket #28 ~ River Song
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He did not think she wished to continue reminiscing about the Hunt, however, and he was unsure about his own feelings on the matter. It had been an exhilarating time of his life. Something wild and raw that could distract him from the ennui and the endless work that was sitting a throne. Others might imagine that a throne of thorns and chaos would require less control than one of light and order, but in truth he thought it was probably the opposite. Keeping the countless factions of goblins, sluagh and beasts from tearing each other to pieces required more diplomacy and far more paperwork than he wanted to think about. It gave him a headache, even as a part of him, a dominant pulse, remembered how satisfying it had sometimes been.
And the growing crowd certainly made it difficult not to remember those days. For centuries, he had been entirely alone, and after that, barely interacted with anyone except for Philippe and his family. He had few memories similar to this, to the rush of people and the wild interplay of their personalities. Without consciously realizing it, he had shifted his posture. Always firm and upright, it was now regal, but in a brooding sort of way many would find unapproachable. His eyes kept flickering to each new burst of activity, but not lingering upon it. It was better to remember the Winter Masque than to remember Philippe's proposal. Better to share in the simple happinesses and uncertainties that surrounded them then to allow himself to fall into bad memories.
The silver-spun Fae, it seemed, were entirely in sync this evening, as he caught Vir's expression grow stiffer and colder too, her eyes flickering with the same controlled history he was certain had blossomed in his own. But like him, the flicker was quickly consumed behind elegance, beyond the requirements of the night and the beauty of the festivities. He sipped his drink as she scrawled out a brief note but did not inquire about the contents. Prying was beyond rude, it was an outright insult.
Then she made her toast, and Julien felt his lips curve into a smile, cool and indulgent but a smile nonetheless. He nodded along with the sweet sentiment and held out his glass, drinking more than he needed to, creamy liquid burning down his throat. He was thinking about happiness, and wishes, and raised an eyebrow quickly at the arch look she sent between him and Beaudoin.
"I cannot imagine what you mean," he said dryly. Just because the man practically glowed with a warmth that Julien wanted to curl around... no. "But it does seem as if we have both relaxed enough to expand our gathering."
Relaxed wasn't precisely the right word. They were both 'on.' Julien was different now than he'd ever been around Beau or around Keera. He wondered idly if they would dislike it.
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|Merida Campbell||Merida stood leaning against the bar. She ordered a double of Balvenie while listening to the others that were singing various tunes. Her fingertips brushed along side of the glass before lift it up to her lips. She took a few sips before stepping in the spotlight. "This is an old song that we use to sing at this time." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she sang the first note.
Leanabh an Àigh, an leanabh aig Màiri,
Rugadh san stàbull, Rìgh nan Dùl;
Thàinig don fhàsach, dh’fhuiling nar n-àiteSon’iad an àireamh bhitheas dhà dlùth!
Ged a bhios leanabain aig rìghrean na talmhainn
An greadhnachas garbh is anabarr mùirn,
‘S gear gus am falbh iad, ‘s fàsaidh iad anfhann,
An ailleachd ‘s an dealbh a’ searg san ùir.
Cha b’ionnan ‘s an t-Uan thàinig gur fuasgladhIriosal, stuama ghluais e’n tùs;
E naomh gun truailleachd, Cruithfhear an tsluaigh,
Dh’èirich e suas le buaidh on ùir.
Leanabh an àigh, mar dh’aithris na fàidhean;
‘S na h-àinglean àrd’, b’e miann an sùl;
‘S E ‘s airidh air gràdh ‘s air urram thoirt dhà
Sona an àireamh bhitheas dhà dlùth
As the last note passed her lips, Merida bowed her head for a moment then began to walk back over to the bar to finish her drink
Blessed is the infant ,Infant of Mary,
Born in a stable ,King of the earth;
He came into the world ,And suffered for us,
Happy the people Who’ll trust in Him!
Though sons are born To kings of this earth
In greatness of joy And greatly loved,
Their life will be short And they’ll grow weak,
Their beauty and form Fade in the grave.
How different the Lamb Who came to deliver –
Humble and modest Right from His birth;
Undefiled and holy ,The Creator of all,
He rose victorious From the grave.
Blessed the infant ,Foretold by prophets;
And for archangels He was a delight;
He’s worthy of honou r And worship by people –
Happy are they Who’ll trust in Him!
|December 23, 2019 11:38|
|River Song||"Welcome to the Yule Ball everyone!"
River stood at a podium to address those who had arrived at the ball. She wore a deep maroon coloured dress adorned with whispy desgins and topped with a feathered shawl. Her spoilery hair was pinned up in a simple updo.
As people entered the ball, she wrote their names down on a sheet and noted a coresponding raffle ticket. "If I can just draw your attention for a few brief moments, I am going to draw two names for the first two raffle prizes!"
She sticks her hand into a bowl that contains everyone's names so far and pulls out two slips of paper. "Flahme and Harlowe! Please come see me for your prizes!"
((Please mail me to claim your prize - Please note the image is just proof of randomizing the list, only the first two have won so far, but there's still LOTS of prizes to be won, so keep coming back!))
|December 23, 2019 17:22|
|Kiernan Tigra||The Angel had been gone for far too long it felt like. Last he could recall wandering the streets, it had been Christmas time the previous year. Or so he thought anyways. To hear that there was a Yule party going on this year around when he'd returned both tickled him silly, yet also made him anxious. The rules of the Crossroads and by extension, Valhalla, meant Kiernan had to go without any of his normal gear. It wasn't necessarily a 'bad' thing per se, but when one is used to watching their back, going to a place of true 'peace' was never really a thing. Yet there Kiernan was, staring at the Yule party invitation, wondering what he was going to wear. His normal clothes were out - nothing he had was 'proper' for a party hosted by the Elders.
Ultimately, he decided on wearing pants that were nicer than jeans, but not quite dress pants as part of the set. Some would argue they were suit pants probably, but he didn't care. They looked polyester as far as he cared to know. He also wore a red dress shirt, tucked in, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and the top button undone showing his lightly tanned chest. As with every outfit, there was a slit so his wings could sit in their normal resting position. On his way out, he scooped up a sleepy Little One; The Dragon almost always loved the attention he got when traveling with Kiernan.
The Crossroads, and Valhalla, were never 'far away' for someone who wished to go as Kiernan understood it - such was the nature of the Realm. Just as he arrived, Kiernan caught the tail end of River's address to the current attendees. From outside still, unfortunately. "Dang - I missed first call it looks like." His gaze drifted to the not-quite-clouds letting out what looked to be snow. Holding out a hand, he noticed the flakes disappeared well before it ever reached him. Come to think of it, as he observed closer, the flakes didn't seem to be touching anything. The Angel was in awe of what the Elder's did for fun, for the Realm residents no less.
The Crossroad's bouncers were blessedly brief with Kiernan since it was apparent that the Angel was physically unarmed. There was a question as to whether Little One was a 'weapon' of sorts, but Kiernan shook his head. "He's a pet and a friend. If anything, he's liable to sleep on my shoulder all evening." The silvery dragon chirped an 'agreement'. Besides that, he was sentient and generally understood what was going on around them. With a smile and a nod, the Angel slipped into Valhalla, curious as to who he would find.
There were a few familiar faces he took note of right away, all from his home at Ahzi. Kiernan had no intention of bothering them quite yet. The night was young and there would be plenty of time to mingle. Plus they could always catch up back at Ahzi if they missed each other completely. Socializing was far from Kiernan's strong suit, so the Angel made his way to one of the many tables closer to the bar. As he sat he shifted his night black wings to be a bit more comfortable. His attention swayed between people watching for events of interest and admiring the ice sculpture at his table.
Raffle Ticket #29 ~ River Song
|December 23, 2019 19:30|
|Manannán mac Lir||The emotions that rolled through Harlie were clear to Manannán. Her eyes usually so bright told him much and he wanted to soothe away the sadness he saw there. After the toast, Harlie turned to him and simply stared at him for a moment. He said nothing, just let his calm strength reach her, to assure her he would always be her calm in the storm if she needed him. She seemed to relax as if she had reached a decision, or perhaps it was acceptance. Either way, he also relaxed, and when she broke out in laughter, he grinned from ear to ear. He loved seeing her happy, genuinely happy, even if it was because he was goofing around.
With the order he placed for food, he also added more drinks since Harlie seemed fine to stay for a bit longer, and when she reached out and took his hand, her soft skin against his rough palm was delightful. He couldn’t help himself and leaned in to press a quick, sweet, kiss to her smiling lips before briefly reading the note she had passed to him. Manannán looked at her and nodded, acknowledging that the evening had brought unexpected emotions to the fore. He now realised her look earlier was possibly due to being lost in the past for a moment. She had endured much. “It’s time to make new memories, Harlie-girl. Honour the past, but head towards the future, and enjoy every moment along the way.”
Their food and drinks arrived, and he did indeed make short work of the snacks after making sure Harlie didn’t want any. As he was wiping his mouth with a napkin, music began, a solo voice with violin accompaniment. Carols and other Christmas songs rang out around the venue with the last being a Scottish tune. It made him glance around the room to realise he hadn’t seen either Kyla or Edward. A shame, the Scot may have enjoyed a song in his own tongue.
Returning his attention to Harlie, Manannán spoke. “I have an idea…” he began but was interrupted by their host River Song. Upon entering the ball, they were all given raffle tickets, and it appeared a drawing for prizes was about to occur.
“Flahme and Harlowe! Please come see me for your prizes!”
Manannán choked on the whiskey he was currently sipping as the names rang throughout the room. He grinned at Harlie and laughed for a moment, then shared why he found it so amusing. “There you go, lass. New memories are already on their way. Congratulations!”
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|Merida Campbell||Merida had motion to the bartender for another fill of what she called liquid heaven. She heard a familiar voice, which made her smile. Turning her head slightly as she spoke up ”Its Scot Gaelic. Language that is spoken from where I came from. How are you my friend?” Her fingertip brushed along the edges of the glass. ”I see that you made it through that little mess from awhile back.” Bri had always had her back that night in the alley fighting off the unknown. She felt blessed having a friend like her.||December 26, 2019 15:24|
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|River Song||Once more, River took a few brief moments to address the crowd, "We have some more names to draw for some more prizes!"
She sticks her hand into a bowl that contains everyone's names so far and pulls out 7 more names and calls them out one by one "Zahara, Kiernan, Amethyst, Janus, Virelai, Marah, and Kellie! Please some see me to claim your prizes."
((Please mail River Song to claim your prize))
|December 31, 2019 14:28|
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|Merida Campbell||A slight tilt of her head towards her left "I would be honored in helping you learn and I can help you with the dialect and the pronunciations which some find can be difficult to say." Soft laughter escaped her lips as her hand motions for another round of drinks "Of course after a few dozen or two of the fine spirits will help roll them 'R's with no problem at all. Such mischief was bubbling up into her eyes as she gave the room a quick glance.||January 17, 2020 07:47|
|River Song||River was quite pleased with the turn out, but now, the holiday festivities were coming to a close. She made a draw for the final prizes and then told everyone, "Thank you all for making the first Yule Ball such a wonderful time!"
((Please see below for a list of winners - all minion tokens, cash and BM prizes will be sent shortly! If you've won a Dungeon Fill or a Zombie, please mail River Song to claim. Thanks again everyone!))
|January 19, 2020 16:34|