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]

[No, not whatever! Never whatever!! She owed him some cunnilingus and that's final, she will have to just fucking deal with her husband wanting to give her head. Just deal with it!!!!

Grunting a little angrily, Brock tosses his cigarette to the ground and toes it out before lighting another one, leaning back on the sofa. He isn't tired and hell if he's going to just cuddle up with her in public (but getting a blowjob in public was fine? Whatever), but he doesn't really want to leave her alone, passed out, in the midst of a bunch of drunk horny people.]

[molotov]

[Wait, why should she let a man who refuses to cuddle her while she sleeps in public then perform cunnilingus on her? No, she would not do it! She will kick him in the junk instead, that is what he deserves.]

[samson]

[Hey, he is taking careful watch over her, okay! There are some unsavory characters up in this joint. But no, he's not going to cuddle if he's not sleeping, that's weird! That's so weird.

He will, however, place his hand protectively (possessively?) on her hip. How about that.]

[molotov]

[That earns him a french kiss and nothing more.]

[samson]

[Then what if he stares lovingly at her face for a little bit? He might do that after awhile of just dully sitting there.]

[molotov]

[That gets him a grope! He can go if he wants, this little room is pretty private, and no one is going to come rape her or whatever.]

[samson]

[Nope! He is gonna stay with her. He doesn't really want to hang out with anyone else, anyway.]

[molotov]

[Well, fine, but stop bitching. It's his choice!]

[samson]

[Nobody's bitching! He is happily hanging out with his passed-out wife, touching on her chastely while she sleeps.]

[molotov]

[Wow, that's very creepy. Thanks, Samson. Thanks for being creepy.]

[samson]

[I said chastely!!!!!

But you're welcome.]