calvinbox | open post | party like it's 1862

Entry tags:

open post | party like it's 1862

Tumblr_l5lcktpdfy1qc6vgro1_500_large

20090417121036_large

07-529201_large

" But she's still preoccupied with 1985 "

A HISTORICAL / LONG LIVED OPEN POST

→ POST WITH HISTORICAL OR LONG-LIVED CHARACTERS
→ NOTE THEIR POSSIBLE TIME PERIOD
→ PROFIT
→ A party is being had in any time period where your character can exist. Mingle!
→ THE PARTY IS JUST A BASE SCENARIO, IF YOU HAVE ANOTHER SCENARIO, GO FOR IT.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Edited 2013-02-21 06:38 (UTC)

[Dinner is over; the men have had their port and cigars, and now are joining the ladies in the drawing room. It's the first time Lord Henry has met Isadora; Dorian introduced them earlier, but they were seated at nearly opposite ends of the table—their hostess perhaps desperately attempting to run interference, perhaps. Alas, her efforts are about to come to naught as Lord Henry, brandy glass in hand, sits down across from Isadora.]

Well, my dear, I am glad to see that no one has monopolised you yet. Though it is distressing to see one so exquisitely charming without a young swain to pay her court.

(no subject)

gettingon - 2013-02-23 04:35 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

epigrammatical - 2013-02-24 20:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

gettingon - 2013-02-24 22:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

epigrammatical - 2013-02-24 22:51 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

gettingon - 2013-06-18 22:45 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

epigrammatical - 2013-06-25 18:31 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

gettingon - 2013-09-14 02:59 (UTC) - Expand

Edited 2013-02-21 06:11 (UTC)

Edited 2013-02-21 06:13 (UTC)

Edited 2013-02-21 06:17 (UTC)

[Isadora may be too young to know Dorian's friends. She may be too innocent, too close to her own blooming from a girl to a young woman. This is a pit that she may simply not want to sink into, if she were anyone else. She is a Gray though, and the streak of rebellion is in her blood and in her face. A face not quite as lovely as Dorian's but almost, glowing with youth and excitement, molded from grand genes and future poor decisions.

Those bad decisions begin with her desire to meet the people who love her dear brother so much, to drink with them, to laugh with them, in the sitting room of some young Lord and his adventurous friends. Here she laughs and chats, occasionally meeting Dorian's eyes with mirth in her own from across the room.]

(no subject)

depicted - 2013-02-21 17:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

gettingon - 2013-02-23 05:13 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

depicted - 2013-02-23 08:21 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

gettingon - 2013-06-18 20:58 (UTC) - Expand

~ 1970s, stateside

prizefight - 2013-02-21 07:06 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

depicted - 2013-02-21 18:17 (UTC) - Expand

late? me? never.

prizefight - 2013-04-14 06:42 (UTC) - Expand

~ 1930s

compulsives - 2013-02-21 07:22 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

depicted - 2013-02-21 18:46 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

compulsives - 2013-06-18 20:12 (UTC) - Expand

[It had been Amy's idea to go to Revolutionary Paris. She had it in her head to watch like a tourist from a distance, because that always worked so well for them. Maybe they're lucky, then, that the Doctor overshot and landed them some 40-odd years too late for the French Revolution proper. That was alright, though, because the Doctor had clothes, they could fit in, mingle, experience what Paris was like between revolutions, full of energy and youthful exuberance.

It's what brought them to this party of sorts, and it wasn't long at all until Rory lost both the Doctor and Amy.

Well, this can't be good.]

(no subject)

musichetta - 2013-02-21 07:48 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

theroman - 2013-06-18 19:38 (UTC) - Expand

[Florence is....something incredible. Hermes had been here before, of course, when they still worshiped him and his kin, but times had changed, faiths had shifted. Yet, in Florence there would always be a foothold for him, for his kind, for his kin. Even others from abroad, anything to inspire the artists who could find no solace in any gods at all.

It's their energy that had him back there now, sitting on a table playing a lute, as if he were a simple minstrel at this tavern.]

(no subject)

burdenof - 2013-02-21 07:37 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

miscreantics - 2013-04-27 05:59 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

burdenof - 2013-04-27 16:54 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

miscreantics - 2013-06-18 23:31 (UTC) - Expand

[She still cannot fathom why the girls convinced her to go to this party. She rarely goes to parties. But then, once in a year...

Still, she will be in a corner, holding a drink she has barely drunk from.]

(no subject)

cynisme - 2013-09-26 03:48 (UTC) - Expand

[The difference between a man like him, old as hell and more slippery than most, and younger witches, is a level of comfort. Most of those who wander the countryside or find a corner in a city hotel, but his soul has belonged to the devil far longer than most, and he's unabashedly unafraid.

It's what brings him around the Versailles palace one night, finely dressed and eyes engaged. It isn't until he spots one by herself, outside in the garden, that he speaks up.]

Care to have your fortune told, Mademoiselle?

Edited 2013-02-21 06:28 (UTC)

((ooc; pre-series six, fyi.))

((ooc; pre-serum!steve also available for pre-1941 shenanigans.))

Edited 2013-02-22 04:49 (UTC)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 2

«

1
2

»