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Hekate | Hecate ([info]saffroncloaked) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2020-09-21 22:47:00

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Entry tags:achilles, ame-no-uzume, amphitrite, apollo, ares, athena, calliope, erato, fairytales, hecate, little john, marcella bellini, melpomene, morgan le fay, much the miller's son, poseidon, qebhet, the saracen, theodora thrace, tragos, will scarlet, william shakespeare

WHO: Hecate and open
WHEN: Tuesday 22nd of September
WHERE: At the Enodia, Hecate's hotel.
WHAT: Hecate's annual Fall Equinox party, this year in the form of a masquerade ball.
WARNINGS: TBA - maybe put any warnings in the subject lines of comments.



Every year Hecate threw a party for the fall equinox.

This year came with a wariness that her mind should be focused on the search for the soul eater hunting through her city. There were, however, already mechanisms in place – her close knit family of staff and regulars from her witchy shop in Astoria were all eager to help, the party being part of their annual rituals as well. The Enodia was always booked out for the night of the equinox, every year since she opened. It would have been almost as much trouble to cancel it – it certainly would have disappointed more people.

Conversation around the shop and within the hotel had centered around an anxious fall, most of the mortals she spoke to were looking toward the near future with dread and cynicism, she wouldn’t darken their days further by canceling a night of celebration. A night of change.

And the equinox should be marked. The earth at equilibirum, the seasons turning toward winter, gratitude given to the earth for the bounty of the summer. No, canceling would be wrong, in so many ways.

So Hecate delegated a little more of the organisation than she ordinarily would have, and concentrated on maintaining the protection around herself, around Qebhet and Anubis, their homes and the funeral home. The Enodia, too, received stronger wards than before, with more layers of magic woven across each doorway.

She turned her head three ways. One toward the soul eater. One toward the protection of everyone who stepped through her doors. One toward the celebration of the equinox itself.

This last one involved many things, gratitude toward the earth and care of neglected people not being the least of them. She rose at dawn to greet the day, and rolled up her sleeves to get stuck in to overseeing the delivery of large amounts of food to several of the homeless shelters around the city. She attended a huge lunch at a youth centre and an afternoon tea at a woman’s shelter, weaving blessings into the food. The shelter often referred women to her, cases that for one reason or another needed a little more protection than most. The youth centre was new, set up by a couple of women who'd left the shelter several years ago. Hecate smiled at the circular nature of the best parts of humanity and poured them all blessed cups of tea.

And she slept. A lot. Deeply. The equinox was a time of great power for her, but she was using so much of it up. The night itself, though... this would be a night of joy and celebration, of power and magic, of mortals and immortals on even ground, as equilibrium, as the earth was.

And anyone who threatened that equilibrium Hecate was going to turn into a sparrow.



The entrance hall was a place of welcome, decorated in colours of fall. Long tables were adorned with food, small cakes sweetened with honey, squares of cornbread, seed crackers and cheese, pomegranate everywhere. Candles and golden leaves, grapes and apples. And wine, endless wine and sparkling cider, deep red bowls of punch with freshly sliced fruit floating on top. Freshly pressed apple juice and pomegranate cordial, very lightly fermented, enough for a little spritz on the tongue.

There was more food, further in. Heavier fare, soups and roast meat and root vegetables, and desserts: hot apples pies, cool maple pumpkin pies, fresh whipped cream. Platters of tarts; spiced cherry and strawberry, vegan passionfruit and chocolate, mango and macadamia. All laid out on platters in a buffet in the hotel’s dining room; the entrance hall was just for starters.

Further up, one of the conference rooms had turned into the chocolate room, full of warm squishy couches, a ring of beanbags around a low table set with a fondue, the little tealight candle burning merrily away, keeping the chocolate hot. At a longer table, three cauldrons of hot chocolate – one creamy, one dark, one heavily alcoholic.

And light, light everywhere. Light in the form of candles and chandeliers, of delicate fairylights woven through vines, up the balustrades of staircases. Trees of light growing in shadowy corners. In the chocolate room, light from lamps that resembled the moon, soft and cool light, a little mysterious and very cozy. Along the hallways the usually fluorescent lights were off, replaced with rivers of tiny twinkling lights upon the ceiling, rivulets dripping down the walls.

Some of the rooms had been booked out by party guests who wanted to stay the night, but others were open, little oasis of relative quiet. The music from the ballroom – an eclectic mix of ancient, classical and modern – wound its way through all the open rooms, by magic, or possibly the magic of clever wiring.

The ball room was the most magical of all, the ceiling adorned with constellations of light. Yet still, it was a room of shadows, as everyone who entered seemed to cast three. Shadows clung in the corners and shadows clung around ankles and shadows wove and danced their way through god and mortal alike. The refreshment table glowed with golden light, twinkling off the bubbles in the glasses of champagne and sparkling grape juice. More grapes, more pomegranate, more handmade chocolate truffles among the candles.

Starting tomorrow Hecate was going to sleep for a week. Or hunt for a week. Or... she was leaving the third option open.

Tonight the world began to shift toward the dark of winter. Anything could happen.

Except trouble. Except harm. “If anyone causes harm tonight,” Hecate said, laying her hand on Hecuba’s head (the black dog in a golden collar, to match the black and gold of Hecate’s dress) “I’m going to turn them into a sparrow.”

Hecuba turned her head toward the puppy, who had discovered one of the cushions from the chocolate room and was tearing it to shreds on the shiny floor of the entrance hall, foam flying as she shook the pillow to break its neck. “Serene,” Hecate said sharply. She coaxed the pillow from the puppy’s strong jaw, and quickly, while no one was looking, put the cushion back together with a clever wave of her hand.

“If anyone causes harm to anything more than a pillow,” Hecate changed her phrasing, though Hecuba did not look satisfied. “Sparrow.”



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[info]coolwaters
2020-09-21 11:27 am UTC (link)
Qebhet was not a party creature at the best of times, and she was still regaining her strength after her run-in with the soul eater a few weeks before. If the invitation had come from anybody else, she would likely have succumbed to the urge to just slip into her PJs instead and curl up in front of the TV with her cats. But she liked Hecate, and, more than that, she owed her a great deal, so it seemed only polite to come to the ball, even if only for a few hours.

Most of Qebhet's dressier clothing was more suited to funerals than anything, a fact that she really didn't think was as depressing as every single person she'd happened to mention it to seemed to believe. She had let it slip in front of Hathor a few years ago, ahead of a revel the goddess was hosting, and Hathor had been so horrified that she'd immediately dropped everything and declared she was taking Qebhet out dress shopping and she was not taking no for an answer.

The dress they had chosen together had cost altogether far too much money to be justifiable, and Qebhet loved it. The gauzy layers of peacock blue silk organza and tulle reminded her of Mother Nut's firmament, and the flowing skirt was intricately embellished with constellations, picked out in silver beadwork and metallic thread. She had found a silver rhinestone mask to match it, which she adjusted with a touch of nervousness as she stepped into the entrance hall.

She was rather relieved to see she wasn't overdressed. She'd been quietly worrying about that.

Qebhet gravitated to a refreshment table, selecting a glass of cider as she cast an eye about the room.

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[info]saffroncloaked
2020-09-21 12:11 pm UTC (link)
The puppy's legs were getting long, but Hecate was well skilled at carrying around dogs that looked too heavy or too long to comfortably fit in her arms. "Qebhet!" she called across the entrance hall, weaving her way through a few other newcomers toward her friend. She looked miles better than last time Hecate had seen her, just a quick visit the day after the soul eaters attack to drop of a few books from Merlin's library.

In Hecate's pocket (the pocket itself not a feature of the dress when she'd bought it, but that fault was quickly fixed, witches needed pockets) the wedjat eye amulet warmed, a little, in the presence of Qebhet.

Serene just wiggled furiously in her arms. "Hello, my dear," said Hecate around an armful of excited puppy. "I'm glad you made it."

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[info]polymetis
2020-09-21 12:54 pm UTC (link)
Hecate had outdone herself as usual. Athena took a slow circuit of the ballroom, admiring the artful interplay of light and threefold shadow as she took in the mill of guests, taking quiet note of who was in attendance and who was yet absent.

She was dressed in elegantly draped and pleated yellow silk. She’d purchased it new in 1940, and it was still in remarkably fine condition: Athena didn't believe in hoarding possessions past their usefulness, but what she kept, she looked after. And she had always been fond of this dress. As a young woman, Madame Grès had dreamed of being a sculptor – she had even studied it for a time – before familial objections had caused her to shift her sights to fashion design. She had taken to it with a sculptor's sensibilities, and the way she could give intricate form and structure to diaphanous silk still gave Athena a small thrill. People tended to forget that she was a goddess of textile, too.

She had paired with the gown a stylised mask, the moulded leather suggesting the features of an owl, and through it she studied the crowd with a speculative gaze. Hecate's protection was woven into the walls of this place, and Hecate was not one to mess around. Perhaps that would discourage some of the… wilder indiscretions that had characterised Peitho's symposium.

But there were a lot of immortals in attendance tonight, and when the gods came out to play, anything could happen.

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[info]chink_in_armor
2020-09-23 03:19 am UTC (link)
Achilles had spent months dragging himself around what felt like a rope around his neck, pulling him in one direction to another. While not quite on as many pain pills as he'd been on months ago, he managed to pull himself out of bed. He got so little sleep as of late , why not try to socialize. His agent had contacted him dozens of times about a new book, play or film when something interesting came across his desk----but Achilles had ignored them all. He'd been drowning in his own head for so long, getting out of it was always the real war.

The mask did little to cover his most prominent features, but he was not looking to disguise himself, the stiffness in his leg alone would be enough to give him away. He grabbed a glass of water (he was not one to partake in anything beyond a casual glass of wine) and slipped his other hand into the pocket of his jacket looking for that bottle of pills and debating if the pain was enough to warrant one. He hadn't even noticed he was so close to his fellow Goddess, and he calmly apologized feeling rather surprised with his lack of social skills. He was usually far more put together than this. He held his head up and gave her a soft bow.

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Fairytales, the Merry men who are coming; Entrance
[info]elfenmarchen
2020-09-21 01:01 pm UTC (link)
Fairytales walked at the front of the group, eager to reach their destination. Behind her walked Little John, Will Scarlet, Much Millerson and Leila Nasir, each with varying levels of anticipation for such a lavish event. Elaine’s dress was by far the most intricate, a giant pouf of flowers and tulle and lace, a blue and gold mask on her face, feathers and flowers in her hair. The others were dressed more modestly, being people of smaller means, but she had insisted on providing them each with masks in keeping with the grandeur of the event. She lifted the front of her dress and climbed the steps eagerly, then turned to face them all, holding out her hand for Little John to come and join her.

“You must all try to have fun tonight. I insist upon it. Dance, eat, drink, meet new people. I get so few balls these days, so I am going to do all of those things at once! John-” Here she turned to look up at him adoringly, “-you must stay by my side tonight, do you promise? We will dance until the clock strikes midnight and our coach turns back into a pumpkin.”

Will glanced at Much and Leila with concern. “Pumpkin?” he mouthed, really hoping they definitely would have a ride home later. But Elaine was already sweeping ahead, so he shrugged and followed along.

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Little John
[info]giantofsherwood
2020-09-23 12:09 am UTC (link)
Going into this with just a fancy suit and nice clean shirt in no way seemed enough, and the other's had already teased him as he looked like he stepped out of a fairy tale with a castle on the hilltop. He was dating Fairytales herself, and if he'd not put a little effort, he'd look even more ridiculous standing beside her wouldn't he?

Little John punched Much in the side with his elbow as he heard a round of snickers as he took Elaine's hand. He shot that defining glare in their direction. He hoped that they did not all go off into too much mischief.

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Uzume and OPEN
[info]dancethedawn
2020-09-22 12:32 am UTC (link)
Uzume had come dressed to party. The trousers of her jumpsuit were covered with an iridescent laminated fringe that swished as she moved, catching the light and throwing it back. The top was a draped, sunray-pleated affair that started at a respectable elbow-length on one shoulder and cascaded waterfall-like to brush the floor by her other foot. She pushed her kitsune mask high onto her forehead as she stepped into the entrance hall, the better to take in the room, and a bright flash of a smile spread across her face. The Greeks, they knew how to throw a shindig.

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Uzume and Theo
[info]teachmepassion
2020-09-22 10:51 am UTC (link)
Theo had told Calliope she'd make her own way to the party, feeling like being stuck in a vehicle with Erato while she was all a-flutter about Apollo might be a little too much. It wasn't her biological mother's fault that she was so... easily flustered, but Theo also didn't want to have to deal with it. Calliope was much better at that sort of thing.

So after Theo stepped out of the taxi she gave the decorative edges of her red dress a few gentle tugs to make sure they were sitting right, and then reached up to make sure her mask was securely tied.

Perfect.

Theo made her way into the building. She wanted so much for every eye in the room to turn towards her, to admire her, but - as expected - that didn't happen. It was almost impossible to turn heads in a place full to the brim with gorgeous gods, and she was sadly used to that by now.

But she also felt no intimidation being practically human amongst them all. She had grown up surrounded by the Greeks. All of this was utterly normal to Theo.

She got herself a glass of champagne and moved around the party, smiling at people she recognised. And then there was someone she didn't recognise, an
Asian woman with a fox mask pushed up off her face.

Not part of her family or the whole mess of Greeks in attendance, Theo began to make her way over. When a drinks tray passed by her, Theo grabbed another glass without looking and continued.

When she appeared at the side of the immortal - Theo was going to assume everyone was immortal until proven otherwise tonight - Theo offered her the glass and smiled, "those pants are high-key awe-inspiring."

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Amphitrite & Poseidon, early evening
[info]halosydna
2020-09-22 07:51 am UTC (link)
It felt like a long time since Amphitrite and her husband had gotten out somewhere, and the Queen of the Sea wanted to make the most of tonight. Poseidon may have somewhat delighted in stirring people up, but Amphitrite was more social than that. She liked parties and gatherings, and any reason to dress up and party. Tonight she'd gone for a ballgown and mask in the blue-greens of her beloved ocean, her lips a splash of coral red in her pale face.

As they entered the ballroom, Amphitrite swept her arm through her husband's and smiled up at him before looking back to the room. "Hecate has done such gorgeous work tonight," she said. "Everything glows."

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[info]neptune_storm
2020-09-22 11:56 pm UTC (link)
Poseidon didn't care much for these events, but Amphitrite seemed sore she missed the last one, and with her back, he was no mood to sour her own. He also needed no reason to hide who he was, so blue suit and an old Greek-style version of himself was more than appropriate.

He was not however admiring anything else in the room, even if it was fancier than the office parties and dinners for the other ties and their wives. He looked over to his arm, his deep blue eyes watching as Amphitrite seemed to dance on her feet. "You glow, tonight," and honestly he had not seen that since she came back. He hadn't felt that swell of desire quite so strongly until now. Gods, he loved that woman more than anything, but all that time apart had taken some time to catch up to.

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Marcella and Much, early in the night
[info]born_greater
2020-09-22 08:48 am UTC (link)
Marcella sat in the back of the car with Aphrodite and watched out of the window as they drew up to the pavement, and tried not to chew on the edge of her thumbnail in nervousness and excitement. She’d never been to a ball before, not properly. Prom didn’t count, and anyway, her prom had been rather lackluster.

Ares sat in the front, wearing his usual attire of black on black His mask was black leather, but reminiscent of the shape of a Greek helmet. Marcie thought privately that if the intention was to hide the wearer’s identity, it really did nothing in that respect. Aphrodite was a vision of course, and Marcie gave her a smile as she slipped her own mask on.

Marcie had gone with more of Aphrodite’s touch tonight, putting aside her first choice of a two piece outfit, lace fitted top and floor-length black satin skirt, and instead going with something pink and floral. The nymphs had all cooed over it and insisted that she looked like a princess, so she took their word for it and privately felt a kind of thrill, thinking about what Much would say when he saw her…

When the car stopped, Marcie was about to open the door and get out when Ares cleared his throat lightly. The driver got out instead, moving efficiently around the car to open the door for Ares first, and then the ladies in the back after. Marcie gave Tragos a small smile as she took his hand to be escorted out.

The ballroom was unbelievable. Marcie actually stopped in the doorway as she walked in a step behind Ares and Aphrodite, her mouth falling open as she looked around at the room. It was far too exquisite for words. She lost her gods in the crowd after a moment of dawdling, and had to hurry to catch up, but she ended up drifting to the edge of the room and pouring herself a glass of something sweet and alcoholic to have in her hand as she looked around at all the people. It was no good trying to tell if she knew anyone, with all the varied and beautiful masks on, so she watched and waited and drank her drink, and took everything in.

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Marcella and Much, early in the night
[info]muchofamuchness
2020-09-23 09:13 am UTC (link)
Marian might have let it slip that she thought they were all mad going to another party thrown by a goddess, a fact that Much was resolutely ignoring. Will seemed to think Hecate was alright, and Little John was definitely going, and Much wasn't about to let Will and Little John go to a party without him, so he and Leila were going too. He was kinda excited, going out to a party with Leila; now that her cover was blown with Guy there was no need to try and keep it quiet that she was one of the Merry Men, and Much really hoped that he coming along tonight would make her feel more like one of the gang.

Besides, Marcie was going too, and it would be a chance to check in with her (maybe, check up on her) and see how she was going, post-Sheriff. He was still a little worried about her moving in with Aphrodite, who'd been nice but...

Y'know. Greek.

Still, there were a whole heap of differences between this party and Peitho's. There was a puppy holding court in the entrance hall as they stepped in, for one. For another: there were a whole bunch of mortals attending. Not long into the night Much and Leila wound up with a group of them in the chocolate room - one of the mortals had been doing magic tricks and Much, one pint of cider in and excited to show off his own sleight of hand talents - had grabbed Leila's hand and pulled her in. The magic-off descended into an animated game of cards around one of the low tables and a conversation about games, and Much had announced "We need to play Snapdragon! Oh man, oh man, it was the game back in Victorian times. We need brandy and we need fire. And Will! Can't play Snapdragon without Will, wait wait wait wait," he said to everyone in the group. He was perhaps a little over-excited.

One of the mortal girls said she could get brandy from the hotel bar, and there were a million candles about - that took care of the fire. "I'll get Will," Much said, and kissed Leila decisively on the forehead and took off.

His vision wasn't super great through the fox mask that Fairy Tales had insisted he wear. The black eye wasn't helping, but at least the mask covered that up. Much kinda liked the feeling, though (of the mask, not the black eye) it made him feel sneaky. There were a lot of people here dressed fancy, but not enough of them, in Much's opinion, were embracing the sneakiness that came with the mask. He felt like he could see everyone but no one could really see him. Maybe the cider was a little stronger than he expected, or maybe he was just in a really great mood.

He stuck his foxy little head round the double wide doorway to the ball room and gaped, the light and shadows playing tricks with his eyes. It took him a moment to adjust - and even then, he wasn't sure he had adjusted - but then he grinned hard when he spotted Little John and Fairy Tales dancing, and couldn't see Will but - Marcie! His grin turned into one of relief as he ducked through the ball dresses and round a table to appear at her elbow. "I barely recognised you!" he said, in greeting. "You're so pink!"

Much wasn't dressed nearly so fancy as most of the people here; the mask was the most elaborate part of his outfit. He'd found a nice green shirt that bought out the russet of the mask, although he had already rolled the sleeves up his forearms, and Will had needed to have very serious words with him about not wearing jeans to a ball. Not even the ones he'd actually bought new.

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Calliope, Erato and Melpomene, early
[info]firstofnine
2020-09-22 10:17 am UTC (link)
Calliope swept into the ballroom with a much greater deal of poise than her sister behind her. She wore a dark blue ensemble with a white mask, her dark curls pulled back and up, and she looked positively regal as she surveyed the room.

"Now, what colour did you say Melpomene was wearing tonight?" she asked Erato. "And honestly, could you look any more anxious? Apollo isn't going to bite you. Well..." she paused and considered, "maybe he would. But you don't have to do what he says! Pull yourself together. You look amazing. You will be turning heads tonight."

Erato was dressed in a light blue dress that was fitted to her curves and coquettishly revealing of them, with appliqued leaf patterns covering strategic areas and a long sash around the waist. Her mask was gold filigree with feather accents. "She's in black, or close enough," she replied, going from wringing her hands together to hugging herself. Calliope tutted and lead them towards the refreshments. She fixed them both a drink and pushed one at Erato.

"Here. Drink this and relax a bit. Try not to look like you care what he thinks so much. You are a Muse. He should care what you think."

Erato took a deep breath and drank the whole glass at once. As she went to refill, Calliope called after her, "Don't get drunk! We're performing later!"

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Re: Calliope, Erato and Melpomene, early
[info]somethingtragic
2020-09-22 11:18 am UTC (link)
Melpomene wasn't late, exactly. She was there before the time the Muses had promised to perform. She just... wasn't any earlier than she needed to be.

It had taken a while to shake off the haze of a nap she hadn't even meant to take, that was all. For a brief moment, when she'd woken up to a sky that was growing dark outside her window, she'd considered going back to sleep and missing the night entirely. But biology had driven her out of bed and her dress was already hanging like a dark spectre in her bathroom, and, well, once she was up the whole night was calling her name.

Her dress was dark, though not as solid black as her usual choice, with cunning twists of fabric that disguised the not-entirely-flatness of her stomach. Her chest and arms were bare, the only jewelry she wore was sharp and intricate finger armor, and her mask was less of a traditional masquerade mask and more of a black lace blindfold.

It was an interesting way to view the world, behind a dark layer of lace. Through it, she saw bright Erato downing her drink at the refreshment table, and Melpomene stepped closer to Calliope to watch her. "Even drunk she'll wow them," she told her oldest sister. "You worry too much."

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Morgan & OPEN, before midnight
[info]sollemnis
2020-09-22 10:24 am UTC (link)
This was Morgan's second event of the night, the first being performing with the band in the jazz club in SoHo that occasionally drew her in. She was by no means a regular singer for them, but there was something about enchanting a room full of people without using magic that delighted the old witch.

And so she'd finished there, went home and changed into white and gold, and made her way to the Enodia Hotel, a place that crackled with so much magic Morgan was always surprised that even humans couldn't feel it.

There was a lot of Greeks - she could feel them a mile off - but she didn't feel threatened by their presence. She was Morgan le Fay, and her name remained famous (or infamous) in this country. There were few Greeks here who could face off against her if it came down to that.

Not that Morgan had such plans. No, tonight she would eat and drink and make merry (perhaps with some attractive man). For now she got herself a drink and looked out over the ballroom, seeking familiar faces beneath all these masks.

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Re: Morgan & OPEN, before midnight
[info]apollolicious
2020-09-24 12:56 am UTC (link)
Apollo was having a wonderful time, surrounded by light, by music, by his Muses (even if Erato kept disappearing on him) and by so many beautiful people he hadn't had the pleasure to meet yet. Take this woman, her gold shining almost as much as he was (but not quite). Beautiful, magical, alluring. Apollo, face hidden behind a mask of the sun, paused before her and bowed, extending his hand toward her. "Dance with me?"

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William Shakespeare + Open Midnight
[info]theworlds_stage
2020-09-23 12:36 am UTC (link)
He was not certain how he came across an invitation, or whom had sent it, but William felt honored for such an occasion. So little inspired him these days, he was longing for a little piece of the past to give him the gentle nudge. There were few times a man got to don royal garments that felt far more comfortable than jeans and a t-shirt, he felt so underdressed in modern fashion. Not only was this a party, but a masquerade! His heart was exceedingly happy.

He put a hand on his hip with a smile, tying the Venetian mask around his face. "‘Tis a night of revels!" He said with that cocky expression. He was bound to find whom sent him the invitation or someone else to give his heart promise!

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The Saracen + Open
[info]20cent_outlaw
2020-09-23 07:32 pm UTC (link)
Leila had a good sense of direction, but with all the masked figures she was starting to think Much got lost somewhere. She took a glass of champagne off the edge of the tray of one of the masked waiters and looked away as soon as he smiled at her, her long dark hair whipping into air.

She stood away from all the others, watching with that curious eye what everyone else was doing. This wasn't blowout of the last Greek party, but to be honest with herself, even among all sorts of other immortals and mortals she felt a tinge of uncomfortableness. After a while she took the gold sparkled mask off as it was annoying her. She held it in her hand and took another step back into a dark corner, she was better at watching others, and used to hiding in the shadows.

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[info]saffroncloaked
2020-09-23 07:48 pm UTC (link)
Hecate had left Serene to entertain guests in the entrance hall, and had begun to move through the party to see who she could see. She shared short snippets of conversation with a few other people, touching lightly on each guest, introducing some to others and guiding some apart, till the girl in the corner caught her eyes. Hecate, always drawn to those who stood apart, moved closer.

"Greetings," she said. She held a glass of champagne too, the liquid in her cup glowing a little. This close to the moment of the equinox Hecate felt compelled to sneak a little more magic into every motion; she was quite literally glowing with power.

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Marcella and Apollo and Ares, later on
[info]born_greater
2020-09-24 04:06 am UTC (link)
Marcie sat on a couch at the edge of the hall, her body sagging against the back of it. A short distance away, Aphrodite and Ares stood talking to a group of other people, their backs to her. Ares would laugh loudly every now and again, his blood up from the alcohol, and Aphrodite kept her hand on his back, occasionally stroking her hand over his spine. They were clearly devoted to each other. It was an odd look on Ares, who she'd only considered as rough and violent.

It made her feel more forlorn, though, sad and embarrassed and angry all at once at her rejection, and lonely and bored with nobody to talk to. It felt rude to take her phone out and play games, but she considered going out and sitting in the car with Tragos instead. She heaved a deep sigh, leaning forward to prop her chin on her hand.

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[info]apollolicious
2020-09-24 08:03 am UTC (link)
Apollo has been keeping an eye on Ares, just to make sure nothing was going to happen between him and Melpomene tonight, or at least, not before something could happen between him and Melpomene. Prefereably not at all, but still, he wasn't about to come second, not to Ares. He'd noticed the pair arrive, Aphrodite looking radiant as ever, and he'd smiled as he recalled their night together. He'd seen the dark haired girl they'd bought with them, he'd admired the way the colour of her dress made her hair seem darker, made her skin looked altogether touchable. When he saw her sitting all by herself later in the night, how could he not join her on the couch?

He sat beside her, his body angled toward her like she, not he, was the sun, and he passed her one of the two glasses of champagne he was holding. "You look like a woman whose night would be improved by a drink," he said, and smiled at her, a caring smile, one that suggested, perhaps, that she open her heart to him. The open-your-legs smile came later; with some women, you couldn't dive straight into that smile. Not every one was Melpomene.

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Will Scarlet, Apollo, a bit later on
[info]rouge_rogue
2020-09-24 11:40 am UTC (link)
Will sauntered off towards the bar to order a cocktail. Funny how this was where he seemed to end up, everyone else finding someplace to go, someone to be with, and he was drinking alone again. Much and Leila were... somewhere, and John and Elaine were either dancing or probably making out furiously in their weird tall and short dynamic.

There was a woman with a similar plan re: cocktails already standing by the bar, sipping on something that smelled very fruity, and he smiled at her as he took his gin and tonic. “Hi. Enjoying the party?”

The woman looked up, and even through the mask, Will could see she was one of the most lovely women he’d ever seen in his life. His smile grew unconsciously, and a small answering smile came from her too. She came a little closer.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This hall?” she asked, and Will had to nod and agree, not taking his eyes off her. “I’m performing later with my sisters. You should see it. It’s not every day that the Muses perform for the crowd.”

“A muse! Well, that explains... you.” He winked at her and sipped his drink, and she twirled a tendril of her hair. They introduced themselves and chatted a while, enjoying the company and talking to someone attractive. The mused edged closer to him, laughing at his jokes, looking up into his eyes. Will was starting to feel extremely flattered by such attention.

But then she froze, looking past him, her eyes going round behind her mask, and with a fleeting, “Oh no! Goodbye!” she turned and hurried away to lose herself in the crowd.

“Hey, wait!” Will called after her, about to take a step in pursuit, but stopping himself and shaking his head. “Ahh dammit.”

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[info]apollolicious
2020-09-25 05:42 am UTC (link)
Once again, Erato was running from him. Apollo had to believe she was teasing him on purpose, letting him see her for just long enough to gaze longingly at her before she 'noticed' him and vanished into the crowd. She kept doing it. Pretty soon Apollo was going to need to arrange things in a way she... not, 'couldn't' run, exactly, but in a way that would mean she didn't want to. He didn't mind the cat and mouse games, but how was he supposed to make it up to her if she kept running?

He had plans she was going to love, though. Plans to spoil her rotten, plans to show her how much she meant to him, how much he adored her. Plans for the end of the night, though. For now... he let her slip away, and joined the young man at the bar. "Best not to chase her," he commended the immortals decision not to pursue, as he picked up another glass of wine for himself and looked the other man over. Oh he was a handsome thing. Apollo felt a pull of interest, and smiled flirtatiously over his glass. "Best to focus on somebody who is interested in being caught, don't you think?"

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Melpomene and Ares, just after Marcie leaves
[info]somethingtragic
2020-09-29 12:56 am UTC (link)
Melpomene wandered back through the entrance hall of the hotel after leaving Marcie, feeling on the edge of something. Perhaps on the edge of this party, perhaps slightly removed from all the people here. She didn't know what was going on with Marcie. She wasn't currently part of the game Apollo and Erato were playing. Calliope had told her she needed to come back to her sisters before the birth, but she wasn't ready to step back toward them in the way Calliope meant. She could picture the birth and the pain of it, but couldn't imagine her child as a baby. A fierce king, yes. A squirming pink bundle, not so much.

You've spent too long with Ares, her older sister had said. The annoying thing about Calliope was how rarely she was wrong.

She would not go back to him though, not now, but wouldn't deny either that he still had some hold over her. And if the what the fuck way he'd looked at her when he'd spotted her sitting with Marcie was any indication, she still incited some feeling in him too, even if it was irritation.

She had every right to seek him out, she said to herself. He was the father of her child and Marcie had asked her to deliver a message.

And perhaps the fates were on her side, because she caught him striding back through a corridor, presumably on his way back from the voice producing bathroom. "Ares," she said, coming up from behind him and speaking his name before he could get too far away from her.

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[info]passionburning
2020-09-29 06:37 am UTC (link)
Erato stood on the roof of the hotel, facing the dawn, her arms wrapped around herself. This night had been not what she'd expected, not what she'd looked forward to, not the joyous night with her sisters that she'd wanted. Their performance had gone over brilliantly of course, and she loved singing with them, but then Apollo had crashed the stage and she'd just gone to pieces, no longer sure what she'd wanted any more.

And now the ball was winding down, and she stood alone as the night ended, as the sky turned grey and pink around the edges. Her heart still longed for Apollo of course, but he just didn't appreciate her. Was it so much to ask to be someone's one and only? She knew she looked lovely in her dress, hints of leg visible through the translucent fabric, and the wind played with her hair, making her look like a heroine on the moors. And yet anyone else she'd spoken to tonight had been scared off by Apollo, one way or another. She'd hadn't really had any fun in any nooks.

With a melancholy sigh, Erato pulled her wrap closer, and watched rosy-fingered dawn break over the city, with absolutely nothing to show for it.

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