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logan fox ✶ loki laufeyson (formischief) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2011-12-30 19:51:00

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!plot week, !three wishes, adrian wilder, ames hargreaves, ava prince, carter greene, cassie macmahon, charlotte evans, connor bone, evan gray, grace cash, graham wyatt, gregory delano, haley jacobs, jezebel white, jimmy lannigan, kane lewis, liam walker, lillie shipton, logan fox, mallory "frost" reynolds, nate henderson, oscar darlington, patrick callahan, quinn mcfarlane, rachel young, ren wentworth, sara taft, shane savage, sydney delano, topher strange

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: A New Year's Eve party hosted by Logan Fox.
WHERE: Happy Endings, Chicago
WHEN: Forward dated to New Year's Eve – the party begins officially around 8:00 PM, but your subthreads can take place any time during the night.
WARNINGS: Anything goes, kiddos. Go absolutely wild.

Logan Fox smiled to himself, surveying the fruits of his labors with pleasure. There was already a sizable crowd mingling in or around the dance floor, talking and dancing (badly) amongst themselves as they waited for the show to start. The pristine silver tile had been put in place especially for the occasion, taking up much of what had formerly been the dining area in front of the stage, but there were still enough tables and chairs closer to the bar to accommodate his guests, not to mention the private booths and boxes lining the outer walls. Standing placidly in his own private box – the only one that was slightly elevated – just to the right of the stage, Logan could see everything, up to and including tonight's main attraction.

And my, what an attraction it was. The dance floor was not the only modification Logan had made for tonight's party, nor was it the most important or the most noticeable. On the contrary, that title belonged to the conspicuous well just inside the doors of the club – a wishing well that, for all intents and purposes, looked like it had been in that precise spot for centuries. Logan was particularly proud of that simple touch; considering the enchantment he'd put on the well, he wanted it to look authentic. The devil was in the details, after all, though it wouldn't have mattered either way. The vapid attendant at the door of the club handed everyone who entered three coins, and everyone, without exception, threw the coins into the well as they passed it to enter the club proper. Some were thoughtful as they did so, some flippant, but none noticed that they had no choice. They all just knew, deep within their souls, that once they crossed the threshold, all of their wishes would be granted. They would find their happy endings here, if that was what they truly desired. Compulsory or no, who could possibly resist that?

Smirking, Logan turned to exit his box, glancing at the clock above the stage as he did so. Four hours until the stroke of midnight. The New Year was almost upon them. It was to be a new beginning no reincarnate would ever forget.

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Grace/Charlotte/Oscar/Open

deputyprincess
2012-01-04 05:43 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, Charlotte was perfectly speechless, her mouth hanging open and looking as thought she had seen a ghost – which, in a way, she had. Oscar and Byron were identical down to the last freckle (physically, at least), and for half a second she'd thought maybe Briar had been wrong, and Byron was alive... but then Oscar opened his mouth, and Charlotte felt extremely foolish. Her cheeks went from snow pale to bright pink and, clearly flustered, she fixed Oscar with a look of pure, unmistakeable loathing. Charlotte, unfortunately, wasn't blessed with the ability to hide her emotions behind a mask; her face was always an open book, much to her dismay, but even if she could have hid them now? She wouldn't have. Oscar Darlington deserved nothing less from her.

"Oscar," she greeted him coldly as Grace blathered on, the dig he'd made at her stinging but she did her best to ignore it. Not one word coming out of Grace's mouth registered with Charlotte, but even she couldn't ignore the way the blonde was looking at Oscar and fawning all over him so convincingly it made her want to vomit. She glared powerfully, clenching her teeth and standing perfectly still, but when the time came she had no trouble speaking up.

"It isn't awkward at all, actually," she said suddenly, voice clipped as she glanced as Grace and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'll admit I was rather curious to see what sort of personalities this party would attract, and now –" Her eyes shot back to Oscar. "Well. I'm all but satisfied."

Unlike Oscar's, there was no hint of contempt in her voice now – in fact, it was a struggle to control herself, to keep from shouting in the middle of the dance floor and give Oscar a piece of her mind. As it was, she took a deep breath and continued, as coolly and calmly as possible, and absolutely ignoring Grace. She had nothing to say to her now – but at the same time, Charlotte made no move to leave. "Nor am I surprised, Oscar, that you've moved on so quickly after your brother's death. Byron was worth twenty of you, yet here you stand. One of life's cruel ironies, I suppose. I do hope you're enjoying yourself."

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Grace/Charlotte/Oscar/Open

forgettime
2012-01-04 10:30 pm UTC (link)

"I can absolutely assure you, Charlotte," Oscar's arm unwound from Grace's and he wrapped a hand around her waist only to pull her tight against him. "I am." He flashed her a smile, one that rendered each of his teeth visible. As far as the world was concerned, Oscar did not mind his brother's death in the slightest. That was the way it should have been, after all. Oscar was more than willing to become the Ice Man, the cold, heartless bastard who didn't so much as blink after the "passing" of the "late" Byron Darlington.

"Byron would have wanted me to enjoy myself. But what am I saying? I always enjoy myself. Isn't that right, my dear?" He glanced down at Grace then, leaning his neck forward to graze his lips over the curve of her ear. He had no proper reason for doing this. Perhaps, in his own strange way, this was a kind of retribution. From one liar, to the other. He knew Cindy, much like he knew Grace. Situations like this were always difficult. He'd spent centuries plotting them, did he not?

"Besides, Char, it isn't about moving on. Life is for the alive, and since that is something my brother is not? Well, I suppose I must go about doing the living for the both of us. Something I have always been very, very," Oscar finally looked over to Charlotte, his voice almost wicked. "good at."

"It's a shame you'll never quite know what that means." Oscar turned his head, placing a knowing squeeze on Grace's hip. "Shall we, my pet?"

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Grace/Charlotte/Oscar/Open

theothershoe
2012-01-05 01:07 am UTC (link)

As much as Grace didn't particularly like misleading Charlotte this way, she actually had to fight the urge to roll her eyes powerfully as the deputy princess launched her somewhat predictable, holier than thou tirade. Charlotte was a nice girl and all, but too much like Snow in all the ways she and Cindy had always clashed.

Not that Cindy didn't clash with most people. She was pretty much the opposite of easy going. Unless her job required her to be so.

However, as much as she might like to lead one to believe otherwise, Grace is not quite as learned in the art of Spy as Cindy was. After all, it took the Fable centuries to perfect her business, while Grace hadn't yet been alive even thirty years, let alone a few centuries. So when it became apparent that they were actually talking about Byron in the past tense, as in dead, the briefest flicker of shock registered on her features before Grace instantly recovered. Now just wasn't the time, and though she fought off the urge to narrow her eyes up at Oscar she did tighten her grip on his arm pointedly.

"Mmm, that sure is right, handsome," she purred expertly and in time with the kiss Oscar placed on her ear, allowing a grin to pass her lips as she tilted her face up towards his in response. Their couples act was pretty damn flawless considering how infrequently the two actually worked together. Which just begged the question: Why was he here? She knew why she was, and why she'd been so quick to dodge Charlotte, act aloof. But why was he helping her? And also, what the fuck happened to Byron?! What the hell was Oscar up to now.

All these burning questions and more were churning around Grace's head at an impossible speed, but outwardly she remained cool and composed."Well, it's been fun, Char," Grace drawled, giving Charlotte a curt nod to show she couldn't give a flying fuck about being ignored, she had bigger fish to fry. Much bigger. "Thought you'd never ask, let's go somewhere I can rip all your clothes off," she giggled, faking a surprise jump at the squeeze to her hip before taking him by the collar and turning to drag him off, muttering something under her breath to him as they melted back into the crowd. Something along the lines of 'you've got some explaining to do, mister'. In all fairness, so did she.

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