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Rikki Chadwick ([personal profile] justaddh2o) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2019-12-20 04:39 am

Winter Gala

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Jeopardy
WHEN: Saturday, December 21 from 5:00 p.m. onward into the early morning hours of Sunday, December 22.
WHAT: The Winter Gala Fundraiser for Jeopardy Relief Efforts
WARNINGS: Please include any necessary warnings in your TLs.
NOTES: This post will serve as a catch-all for logs for the entire event (though you’re also welcome to post things elsewhere, of course).




It's the most wonderful time of the year! Well, mostly. In the wake of a near-apocalyptic event, the city of Jeopardy is in need. What started out as an idea to advertise Rikki Chadwick's burgeoning business, after a little more planning and nabbing some ideas from Kenzi's post, she and Rupert have reconfigured and rebranded their idea to focus less on her and more on the relief effort.


Characters will enter the venue after giving a small donation at the door and they will be greeted by a large room lit in blues, soft pinks, and purples. From the ceilings hang snowflakes made of glass. The centerpieces are also made of glass. Come to think of it, nearly all the decorations are made of glass. Except, that is, the mistletoe hanging from several of the rafters and archways. A buffet-style dinner will be served from 5:00 p.m. to 6:30 p.m., at which point, the buffet tables and seating tables will be cleared away to make room for the makeshift stage for the DJ and a gigantic dance floor.



Drinks will be flowing, music will be playing, and people will be bidding on silent auctions to win everything from one of the centerpieces to a date with their favorite imPort and everything in between. So, eat, drink, and be merry until you can't stay awake any longer. Why not? It's all for a good cause, after all.
pillz: (glower)

mild powerpose lmk if not ok

[personal profile] pillz 2020-02-16 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
Kavinsky is

.......medium? has definitely had better, more positive, less gross life experiences. But he's incidentally had worse ones. And when he looks up at Kaz's face, something about the fetid bloat of the pupils in Kaz's eyes that makes Kavinsky think -- know, that somewhere in Kaz, he wants this. Wants him.

Granted, Kavinsky has a long and terrible history of using exactly that excuse to justify all kinds of horrifying and ultimately self-destructive behavior that has badly damaged his relationships with other young men in the past but never mind that.

Abruptly, he tugs the shaft of the cane in his grip. But not hard enough to yank it out of Kaz's hands; only enough to tip it up into the air, so he can, ill-advisedly, run his tongue a few inches down the left side of it, soft and quick, pink as a kitten's milky kisses.

And then he shoves it back toward its owner, with a callous wrench of his hand.
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[personal profile] roughworkdone 2020-02-16 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaz stares as Kavinsky licks his cane. He's still staring when Kavinsky shoves it back at him; he adjusts his grip without thinking, letting it slide between his fingers to keep it close. He realizes he might feel the saliva on it if not for his gloves.

He takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly, then gets to his feet. His hand slides over the crow head and he feels a modicum of comfort.

"Good night, Kavinsky."
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[personal profile] pillz 2020-02-20 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Sleep sweet, Brekker."

Kavinsky's enunciation doesn't sound as drunk as he is. He smiles like the curving edge of a scimitar. He swooshes up to his feet, manages not to sway as he steps away, his white suit blending into the wintry pastels of the party-going crowd. And in another moment, he's gone.