MASQUERADE PARTY

[masqueradeparty]

[the day of the party has arrived!

right around dinnertime, fairies will try to round up every single character and gesture, lead, or pull them towards the courtyard. there, the miniature castle has finally been completed! there are fairy lights and beautiful singing all around you, and it looks like there's some kind of a party going on in the castle, but...

...but it's still so tiny. how could you possibly get in there? it would be hard just to get your hand through the front door!

but the fairies will persist, and as soon as a character steps into the fairy ring...

they find themselves in the ballroom.

this post has been forward-dated to tonight, of course, so mingle in the comment sections and have a fun time with the different rooms.]

SECTION LINKS FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE:
• The Ballroom
• Side Rooms
• The Garden
• The Altar

Comments

[samson]

You don't hate me anymore?

[molotov]

Nyet. Not even when I am so mad at you I cannot see.

[samson]

How can you get that mad without hating me?

[molotov]

Because I love you more.

[samson]

[He slides his hand around to hold the back of her head, putting his cigarette out on the side of the bench.]

Tell me how much you love me.

[molotov]

More than anything.

[samson]

Tell me how much you want to kiss me right now.

[molotov]

More than anything.

[samson]

[Snorting, he gently tugs at her hair a little.]

You love me or you want to kiss me more than anything?

[molotov]

Both.

[samson]

[He's aware he's more sober than her right now, but that doesn't mean he can't poke at her about this.]

Two things can't be more than anything. One of them has to be more than the other thing. 'cause the other thing is part of anything.

[... okay he's not that sober.]

[molotov]

Stop!

[STAHP!!!!!!!!!]

[samson]

[He can't help it, he laughs!]

Stop what, baby?

[molotov]

Stop being mean, kiss me!

[samson]

[Brock coos a little when she says that, amused, then lifts his mask a little -- it covers his mouth -- so he can press his mouth against hers.]

[molotov]

[Yayyyy kisses.]

[samson]

[Awww yeeeee. He keeps his fingers curled into her hair at the back of her skull, moving his other hand to rest on her knee.]

[molotov]

[She just wraps her arms around his neck.]

[samson]

[Brock snakes a hand around to the small of her back and turns his body toward her a bit more, nudging her closer to him. Get in his lap!]

[molotov]

[Oh, that... requires a little more dexterity than she has right now. She tries to get in his lap. And fails.]

[samson]

[Pfffft!! Brock laughs against her mouth and just picks her up instead, plopping her down over his knees as he continues kissing her.]

[molotov]

[She just makes a quiet noise and keeps kissing. He has to take care of her, she's so drunk!]

[samson]

[Are you kidding, he is the best at taking care of her! He will take care of her until he passes out from exhaustion. This is his calling, caring for people.

Eventually Brock just pulls his mask off all the way to allow for greater range of kissing movement, and hikes her skirt up her hips so she can straddle him.]

[molotov]

[Yeah, whatever. Molotov really doesn't give any fucks, she just keeps kissing him and letting him do whatever he wants.]

[samson]

[That's great, because what he wants right now is to grab on her bare thighs, fingers curling in as he bites her lip.]