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Tweak says, "Never Ever Look a Gift Horse !"

vikingly (vikingly) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-10-16 18:18:00

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Evening 241 } Action } Open Mingle
[ As mentioned by the wardens yesterday, Eric is hosting a costume party. The Blood Shack is lit by candles for the evening (he remembers the last party he had being interrupted by a power outage) and a small buffet of sorts has been erected. It furnishes mostly hors d'oeuvre and finer foods, things that Caroline picked out as Eric hasn't a clue about human food.

There is blood on tap (naturally) as well as a full bar. Eric has made certain to include water, sodas, tea and various non-alcoholic drinks.

The jukebox is playing a variety of music, but patrons are always invited to pick out their own music. The dance floor has a disco ball and there's the ever present 'dancing' pole on stage if someone gets brave. Tables are scattered about as are sofas and chairs so that people have a choice where they sit.

Enjoy yourself, mix, mingle and admire everyone's costume and everyone is required to have a costume in order to be here. ]

[ooc: I've turned off replies so if you want Eric's attention please tag his thread. Mingle here, have fun and be merry? Everyone is invited, including and especially newbies. ]

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	reaction 2013-11-07 11:08 pm UTC (link)
	Well. There's nothing to figure out. [ There's either her being sired to him because he doubts they'd ever find a witch who can help break the sire bond or -- now this. Her being compelled not to listen to him ever. ] And now you've gone and solved it. You're free. For as long as Rebekah keeps her end of this deal. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

matter
2013-11-07 11:33 pm UTC (link)

[ free. she can't argue with the meaning of the word, nor the truth in it, no matter how and why she'd like to. (choosing to be with him made her feel free; this feels different. it's choice she's had to made because there were so few.)

her hand has fallen, dropped to his arm. it's there she notices it. her fingers are curl slightly into the sleeve of his jacket before she exhales, full of frustrations, and lets her arm drop.

nothing to figure out. fine. it's solved and she's free. check. she depended on rebekah. she's fine with all that.

she raises her gaze to his. ] Dance with me.

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	reaction 2013-11-07 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	[ He's so not in the mood for a dance, but instead of mouthing out a protest, he takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor. What's the point of pursuing anything while they're stuck here really if they're just going to get screwed by the stabilizer time and time again? And it seems all he ever does these days is wait for the arrival of more bad news. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

matter
2013-11-08 12:51 pm UTC (link)

[ he's right; this is all fleeting. elena knows it, feels it, lives and breathes it just as he is. just as they did back home. there they might have had a target to fight, a way to fight, but here all they have is people.

he's not in the mood, she knows it, but it's what she wants. (and he gives her that.) his hand in hers is still solid, and he's here and real when they stop in a cluster of bodies. she finds his gaze just a moment (she wants to give him what he wants too, despite all of this, with all of this) before stepping close, her hand hooking over his shoulder.

it's quiet where they are somehow, she takes a few moments to cling to that bittersweet happiness, the welcome ache she feels from being next to him, holding him. she exhales, and it's weighty; (she's longed for him.) a smile touches her lips and she feels the texture of his jacket. ] Which war was this?

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