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[Open RP] You are Invited!

... or not. Regardless, you are here, and you have a purpose. A party never hurts, surely, specially when there's no dress code. Socializing is good in the same manner as gathering information. Getting away from life's humdrum moments is just as good as taking the chance to shut yourself away in one of the manor's many rooms. You can get lost in the architecture and design of the place, or be drawn towards the more secret corners of the old (or not so old) structure. With the music, the laughter, and the intrigue, fill your mind, your bellies and your hearts -- this gathering is for you!

On an OOC note, this is my (AC) little meme to have her Plurk timeline friends play with each other, seeing as to how there are those who share love for the same canons and *gasp!* they don't know each other! Needless to say, cross-canon interaction is highly encouraged, and of course, I'll be tagging around too :D!

The Grand Ballroom

This is where dancing and general entertainment is happening, and this is where people are generally drawn to mingle. The decor is minimal in the sense that the chandeliers are all lit, and fresh flowers were brought in. Worry not, servers are going around with drinks and finger food, but you'll have to go elsewhere for a more filling meal.

Dining

Speaking of food! A hall has been set up with a buffet table and round tables for sit-down dining. Find yourself a seat! The weather might disagree, but it is always easier to talk about and over food.

Empty bedrooms

Take a nap or just sneak off for… other fun things. Just make sure to lock the doors~

Library

The party might just really not be your thing, or you're easily impressed by the vast collection. There are old tomes and more recent publications, all carefully catalogued. There's no librarian, though there is a yellow basket-ball looking robot making the rounds. Cushions and a soft carpet lie cozily by the fireplace, and there's a study table for more engaged reading. Or if you're lucky, a book that cannot be pulled out of the shelf reveals a secret room...

Garden

The garden boasts of a pond, a number of marble statues, and a small hedge maze. There are a few garden sets to relax in and to watch the stars away from the party. The more astute might notice a pattern in the statues' poses and arrangement, and… are they actually pointing the way around the hedge maze?

Kitchens

Busy busy busy! The stoves and the ovens burn hot, and all sorts of aromas fill the air. Careful not to get in the way of the cooks and the servers -- unless of course, you're there to help. If not, just don't get caught sampling goods before they're served!

Secret basement laboratories

... has it been mentioned that the mansion formerly belonged to a member of the Corner family? You might have found yourself here, either because it's part of your objectives, or you were curious enough to look for the secret pathways hidden around the manor. It is quite dark, but finding the switches reveal state of the art technological equipment and… are those bodies in giant capsules??

Comment with your character, stating their name and canon.

Feel free to specify your preferences, or write up a starter based on any of the prompts above.

Tag around and have fun!

As an additional note, it's perfectly okay to tag with a journal with little to no icons; it's okay to tag with a proxy journal (ie. you use a journal for Character-A from X-Canon, or even your personal journal to play Character-B from Y-Canon). All we need is you and your creativity!

This meme is also available on Insanejournal.

Questions? Direct them here!

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Put 'em 'ere |Db !

I have none of the preferences.

I am open to playing F/M or M/M. Assumed CR or relationships, or striking up conversations.

If you want to play, but can't think of a starter, let me know and I'll be happy to write one up.

[ Gentle made sure that Amy is a lady befitting the Yuuzuki name, but retained her naughty streak, and always managed to try and dispel the stuffiness.

She had been seated by an usher beside a man who seems to be about her age, and she figured with a few looks that she might not like these kinds of occasions either. She reached for a finger food that she deemed a good size, then she nudged her fellow guest with her elbow. ]

Hey. Can you do this?

[ Amy then tossed the food up and caught in right in her mouth. Not that she was showing off (not really), but she thought it was a good ice breaker! ]

Mm~ deez are gud!

[Naruto hated this kind of thing, in fact - he was pretty unused to anything of the sort. His meals usually consisted of something already half prepared in his own home, or something courtesy of the many food related establishments that had popped up.

When a girl had been seated beside him, well - he really didn't know what to do with himself. He could just eat like usual... but that probably wouldn't go down too well.

His thoughts were occupied with that until he felt the elbow against his arm and instantly he turned to look, lips curving into an instant, beaming smile.]

Hell yeah!

[Seconds later he'd already grabbed something else, tossing it up in the air and grabbing the table for support as he tried to gauge the item's trajectory. It hit his nose... and tumbled somewhere to the floor.]

Oh crap-- wait, I'll try another one.

[ As she chewed her food, she watched the blond young man go about his attempt... and fail. Amy held a hand over her mouth as she finished chewing her food, controlling her laughter. Once consumed -- ]

Nice try! Here, use this one --

[ It's some fancy shrimp that she forks over to his plate; after which, she takes one for herself! ]

Ready? Count to two!

[ They'll totally do this at the same time. ]

Oi.

[It's half-hearted chiding, but it doesn't matter because he has other things to focus on like weird looking fish on his plate. It earns a frown from him, but he picks it up, following her lead.]

Go--

[Instantly it's up in the air, and maybe it's just a case of learning how to better throw and catch, but that one lands straight in his mouth...

and gets spat out onto his plate a second later.]

Oh gross.

[ Amy's on a roll so: om nom nom shrimp~! ]

-- mmp!

[ -- but she almost chokes on it, seeing her dinner partner's reaction. She brings her hand to her mouth, as she manages to swallow her food before bursting into laughter. ]

What, you don't like it? It was so good! Food's what I look forward to to these parties.

[It's about the same time that she laughs, he begins to cough in some kind of disgust, barely managing to cover his mouth but if the look on his face is anything to go by, no... the shrimp stuff wasn't good.]

It's got some kinda-- weird thing and... euch.

I need some juice.

[There isn't any...]

Er, you want a drink?

[ No doubt the world was changing, what with dignitaries finding whatever excuse to throw gatherings like this. While it would be bad form not to show up upon a diplomat's invitation, Riza had to admit that one party after another can get a quite mind-numbing.

-- and these social obligations fell on top of their usual obligations, added with a sprinkling of extra caution, what with the more recent development in their relationship. The world was changing, but not in a pace that was ideal for them.

In between dances and drinks, Riza took to the higher floor, leaning on the railing overlooking the ballroom. Thoughts such as wanting to spend each dance with him and to be by his side all throughout the night were more forward in her mind; oh, the desires had been there, but they had been successfully kept at bay. From her vantage point, her eyes scan the floor, either following Roy or trying to spot any potential threat.

If he was still mingling about, he might chance in meeting her gaze, and she will give him a little smile. Otherwise, if she doesn't find him, she might just abandon her spot and look for him elsewhere... ]

[Things had changed, there was no doubt about that - but not dramatically enough that they were out in the open about their relationship. Times were still delicate, and with Amestris' alliances being carefully built up over the last few weeks, Roy didn't think it would be appropriate for them to make their news public.

Not yet. As someone who had their eyes on the top spot - any change in his circumstance, especially a change like this, would be hot news. Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it, but those thoughts usually only came after a long meeting with diplomats from other countries when complications had arisen and his name had been used like it was mud. It happened rarely, but every time he only needed to return to his desk, be offered a coffee and have the chance to look up into those eyes.

Riza had won him over a long time ago. That would never change, and he vowed he would make this work.

Tonight had been one of many gatherings that he'd struggled with, but shortly after Riza had taken to one of the balconies he'd seen the chance.

Following her had been no mean feat, and whilst on the stairs his plans had almost been foiled completely by the archduke of one of the lower countries. Pleasantries were exchanged, and he'd managed to duck his way out of a long conversation about banana exports with a fumbled complaint about the lack of toilets on the lower floor. Whether it was the case or not, he didn't mind - bowed to the man and climbed the rest of the stairs.

His hunt for Riza lasted only a few minutes, and quietly he crept up behind her, reaching out his hand perhaps a little too hastily to grab the railing just to her right hand side, peering in over her shoulder.]

Hello.

[ Following Roy with her eyes was only to be expected -- it was her job, after all. But she had to be careful in the way she does, now. Her reputation as a strict guardian and a dedicated employee worked wonders for her. That image was her first line of defense against straying eyes and covered whispers.

Many times now, however, it felt as if she and Roy were walking on a tightrope. The gathering's allowed for more a more casual atmosphere -- surely, they can come with their own escorts? But wouldn't that make them look defensive? So many questions she felt she didn't have the answer for...

As Roy made his ascent, Riza kept her eyes on the ballroom. She mustn't look too expectant -- but she kept an ears sharp. She could hear his voice with that little exchange, and for a moment, she feared that someone found out -- it wouldn't be the first time, even if Pride had very special eyes. But no -- Roy was good at this. She trusted him, she had faith in him.

Riza slowly released a breath when Roy came near. It was tempting to put her hand over his, but as per "usual", she just allowed the casual contacts to come. She turned her head to him for a quick smile. ]

Hello, yourself. Managing well enough?

[ So far, at least, she didn't feel like Roy would be combusting at any given second! ]

[He shared a lot of her fears, but generally his problem was with toeing the line. Keeping him in check was something he probably ought to be responsible for himself, but still she would probably need to take some responsibility in it... if only because his 'toeing the line' was rapidly becoming a problem and even he knew it. He just didn't care much to do anything about it.

So, here they are up on the balcony and he spares the dance floor below a glance before reaching his free hand up to her side and pulling her closer to him.]

Mn. I believe so.

[He turns his attention to the row of doors behind them, eyes flashing with something that is definitely mischief. If only she could see him from this angle.]

How are you feeling?

[ As Roy inched closer, Riza subtly scanned the immediate area for surprise acquaintances or dignitaries Fuhrer Grumman tasked them to look out for. What she wouldn't admit out loud was to how the more intimate gestures (that she was gradually getting used to), sent her blood racing, and sent her mind to places way outside anything that might be construed as "duty". ]

I'm managing, as always.

[ At the least, she hasn't found reason to take out the gun hidden under her dress. She eased easily against him -- comfortable, but not too close as to be considered scandalous. If anything, it would only look like Roy Mustang was hitting on a random blonde woman, if they weren't used to Hawkeye looking the way she did that evening: her hair down, set in soft curls and gathered over one shoulder.

She might not have seen that mischievous look, but she can hear it in his voice. She turned her head, though not quite looking at him -- ]

Have you engaged yourself to games or after party drinks?

[ She has to make sure that no one would come looking for him and wonder too much over a... prolonged absence. ]

As always

[She was so good at this. So much better than him at playing as if nothing was happening, probably because he'd tasked her with the job for such a long time now. Playing along, for Roy, had always been easy. Pretending to have conversations with women who might be significant others was easy when you did it with twenty or so different girls in one week, but for her to react to his passes, his comments, his touches in that same, solid manner...

Although Riza might have looked like 'another' beautiful blonde he'd chosen to hit on, she was quite possibly the only one he had ever wanted to speak to in the way that he'd chosen. Their chemistry had been perfect from the beginning and time had done nothing to dull the reaction.]

Hm, as far as I know - I agreed to nothing. Hm, let me just check my personal diary...

[Which is when he slips his arm further around her, tipping his head close enough that his lips are against her ear when he speaks.]

Mn, yes - you are the only entry here. There's an empty room three doors on your right. Casual now. You're just checking your dress after all.

[A kiss pressed to her neck, and that hand around her waist lifts to the zip on her dress, tugging it down just an inch.]

[ She was the earthen vessel to the fire that was Roy -- she was there to carry him, all the while keeping him contained and controlled. These days however, she allowed herself to be more malleable.

It was a mix of habit of steeling her nerves and just knowing how to behave around Roy when he was flirty -- or in this case, frisky -- that she was able to keep her outward composure. However, anyone with knowing eyes would be able to tell what the slight coloring of her cheeks and the look in her eyes mean.

Thus she avoided looking at people, as Roy's hands moved and that he had his lips wander. It was a known fact that people tend to know when they're being watched, after all. She decided to look at any other thing that wasn't a person -- a statue, a vase, a door, a little piece of detail on the balcony carvings... ]

Hm... [ A hum and a chuckle. ] I'm flattered that you're giving me some of your time, General.

[ Her breath caught when Roy tugged at her zipper. As to how he had come to think of these little methods, Riza would always find herself in wonder. Then again, there weren't too many excuses for them to head to each other's houses after work without raising suspicion. They took their chances when they can -- which were comparatively far and few.

Taking his cue, she moved away, as graciously as a lady would when faced with a private emergency. ]

Oh-- please excuse me for a moment, sir. I'll be right back.

[ She headed then to where he directed -- three doors to her right. After making sure it was empty, she turned the bedside lamps on and sat by the dresser to check her hair, reapplying her lipstick. She had to keep up with the act, just in case anyone decided to check before Roy made it in. ]

[He had to close his eyes to compose himself against her rather light response to his proposal, how she made him want for her sometimes he didn't know how to convey, and in silly ways that just weren't... conventional.

His eyes had flicked open again as soon as he felt her begin to move away, almost dizzy from the whiplash of returning from where ever his thoughts had wandered. He had to stay cool though, and just grinned as she left his side, turning to watch, eyes blatantly glued to her figure - he hoped maybe she would turn around to look at him, but such a whimsical thing could ruin all of this, especially when it just so happened that the stairs were being climbed as he thought.

Without a thought he turned to lean his back against the banister, giving a lazy salute to the gentleman who passed him on his way to the bathrooms presumably. He continued to stay where he was, ended up counting slowly down from ten before very slowly pushing off from the banister himself, casting a glance across the dance floor below as he walked through the corridor.

Third door on the right and-- A double knock, and then another. His knock, and he didn't hesitate to open the door, pushing it closed behind him, and turning the lock without a second thought. A slow smile spilled across his face when he spotted her, trying to stay incredibly calm as he placed himself just behind her right shoulder.]

He's a lucky man, whoever he is.

[ As Riza waited -- probably not even more than a minute or two -- a part of her mused that maybe, truly, some other woman was better suited for this kind of relationship with Roy. She had seen some of them, of course -- those who can give him those smiles, those looks, and would probably touch him with softer hands...

She clipped her purse shut with unnecessary force and took a breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. This was no time to be preoccupied with her doubts, for what were they in the face of her faith and love for him?

Keeping her hearing sharp, she steeled herself for any intruder, preparing a suitable reply. Her thoughts, coupled with her anticipation for something gave her that distinct tension at the pit of her stomach. She looked through the mirror at the familiar code, and she knew she had to remove the lipstick that she had just reapplied "for show". She had just bit her lips onto her handkerchief as her eyes followed Roy as he entered.

As soon as he was within her reach, she set her things down on the dresser and turned around. Her hand very soon found its way behind his head to pull him into a kiss -- quick, clumsy, but needy. ]

He truly is, and I hope he knows that -- what with his miscreant ways.

[ She'll allow him to reply, but only after she deemed another kiss satisfactory, or that he needs his breath; whichever came first. ]

Hey there! I rarely get to play with Roys.

I'm kind of interested in a thing where Roy encourages Ed to stop being a little grouch at a fancy ball ... or Roy shares his tips on how to charm the ladies, and Ed gets annoyed. JUST ... SHENANIGANS. Does this sound good for you?

Hello!!!

Yes, I would love to play out something like that, sounds wonderful and incredibly entertaining! =D

[ The food might well be the only redeeming things about these fancy-ass balls. Yes, Ed is convinced of this. From the very start of the evening, this whole thing has been nothing but a sour sequence of events for him. They stopped him at the doorway, right in front of the rest of the other guests, because of the pants he was wearing. Edward can still remember the doorman's nasally voice (though, the reality might not have been quite as obnoxious as he imagines it) as he refused him entry, stating something about how he couldn't wear leather pants with his shirt and blazer.

Naturally, Ed took that as a sight against his sense of style. He almost stormed home, too, if not for the miracle of Al's patience and persuasive power.

So here he is, in full formal attire, and looking like a miserable monkey in a suit. It's stuffy, and he really doesn't know what he's supposed to do at a ball. Plus, he spent the last ten minutes all alone, too. Al had went somewhere on his own, and Winry was stolen away by some other young man who proved himself too persistent for her to keep refusing. (Not that that matters to Ed. She can dance with whoever she wants to. Whatever.)

All he has are these tiny eclairs. These tiny eclairs, and a vague feeling of irritation at the sight of all those happy dancers (No, seriously, Winry can dance with whoever she wants. Not his problem.). Come bother the guy who's looking miserable at a corner? ]

[Ah, Edward Elric. Child prodigy and absolute dimwit.

He'd managed at least to spare Edward a glance every now and then, mostly to check that he had actually managed to get in, and seeing him dressed in something so far from his usual attire was a shock, but not one he would be too open about.

He's more interested in the fact that Winry is off dancing with someone out there and looking a lot like she's enjoying herself whilst Ed. Hm.

Prepare yourself, Edward. Roy makes no show of wandering across the room to his protege, stopping right beside him without a word and ordering himself a drink. It's only when he'd handed it that he offers Edward a glance - a permanent smile on his face, it's not for Edward's comfort though - he's turning around to lean up against the bar seconds later.]

So you decided to show your face?

[ Ed had actually spotted his favourite superior several minutes earlier. Roy was not an easy person to miss, because he always seemed to earn the attention of the ladies and the ire of the men when he entered a room. While Ed would usually move to approach a person he recognized, he deliberately passed on greeting Roy. The evening was lousy enough already. He did not need certain eyesores to make things worse!

So, when Roy finally approaches, Ed appears to bristle, chomping down on his eclairs with a gradually souring look on his face. He's in no hurry to respond, still chewing on his pastry when he turns to shoot Roy a rather sulky, irritated look. He only speaks after swallowing. ]

G'eh. I was hoping you wouldn't see me and come over. [ He loves you Roy. Really. Ed turns, picking up another tiny pastry. ] You can blame Al for that. Kept saying something about how we needed to socialize more -- I don't know what he's going on about.

[ Ed has a perfectly active social life, okay. Nevermind that he pretty much never does anything that could be considered a leisure activity. There's a beat. ]

Winry wanted to go too. [ With both Al and Winry putting the pressure on him, Ed pretty much has no choice. ]

[Their 'friendship' needed no reflection, especially not now - it was a night for socialising, and once again Alphonse was the mature, thoughtful brother. Strong in the face of adversity. And Edward.

Now Roy has a drink though, Edward has most of his attention, and he turns to better face him, leaning with an elbow against the bar, but soon his gaze switches to the dance floor. It's where most of the action happens and maybe secretly he wants to usher Edward out on to it for long enough that he would treat Winry to a dance.

Until then--]

You're difficult to miss. Even if you do suit up well. [It's a compliment. Take it.]

It looks like they're certainly enjoying themselves.

[Hawkeye is out there somewhere too. Perhaps he and Ed have a lot more in common than they thought.]

... and finally?

I have none of the preferences.

I am open to playing F/M or M/M. Assumed CR or relationships, or striking up conversations.

If you want to play, but can't think of a starter, let me know and I'll be happy to write one up.

[Linda isn't sure how she's ended up at a party like this. she supposes it must be because she's sheriff--needing to put in an official appearance. she's honestly fuzzy on the details, and something about it is niggling at her mind, like there's something important that she's forgetting. but as she's here either way, she decides not to dwell on it for now. she's at least glad that she was apparently able to just wear her uniform--particularly after seeing some of the rather intricate outfits of some of the other guests. even so, it doesn't take her long to realize this isn't the sort of function for a small town girl like her, and she's wandered off to explore the building rather than continue to stand awkwardly in a corner and wish Rusty were here with her]

[she's not entirely sure how she manages to find the secret door, either. somehow the light catches the wall in exactly the right place as she walks by. and, not one to ignore a mystery, she decides to take a look. after all, for once there doesn't seem to be some other crisis for her to rush off to]

[as she pokes her head around the door and starts curiously into the passageway beyond, she doesn't think to close the secret door behind her. and just like that, she's on her way toward the laboratories in the basement--with an open door behind her]

[ Linda's not the only one on a mission (?). Torin's mustache detected some nefarious activity in the general area, and she was the one in her team (along with Ian -- ie, the ones who knew how to socialize and behave themselves) assigned to this mansion. Souji and Daigo had gone off to a temple a ways from there, while Ucchii and Nossan were sent to an abandoned construction site.

Equipeed with her MoBuckle, Amy checked the data uploaded by Ian, and indeed, the blue prints matched with what she had seen so far. She was just surprised to see the supposedly secret entrance to be open... and thus she proceeded with caution. ]

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[ With a ways ahead of Amy, the passageway reveals to have been set up with recent technology, as LED's were lined up by the floor, guiding whoever took the passage further in. It was well ventilated and maintained, as if it were being used quite often.

Unlike the rest of the mansion, the walls of the passageway were panelled with a foreign, lightweight alloy. A low frequency hum resonated through the passage -- electricity? The ventilation? Hard to tell for now. ]

[Linda follows the passage cautiously, suspicious of the fact that it appears to be a new addition rather than some sort of defunct historical feature. she's glad to realize that she has her gun with her, even if she can't understand why she would have carried it to a party like this in the first place. again, there's that niggling sense of something that's off--something she can't quite remember]

[but it's at this point that, despite the humming of the passageway, she thinks she hears something behind her. she stops, turning, her hand at her waist to draw her gun if she needs it]

Who's there?

[ Amy had taken to following the passage herself. There isn't much echo going on in the hall -- soundproofing at its (near) finest -- but it had become apparent that someone was in ahead of her. ]

Ah--

[ Oh! And they have sharp ears too! Amy picks up her pace, kitten heels clicking on the floor; and soon, Amy makes her appearance in a pink cocktail dress. ]

I'm sorry! I'm Amy Yuzuki...

[ Oh dear. She hadn't expected someone else to be investigating this place like her. Better start somewhere, then... ]

[Linda is probably equally surprised by Amy--mainly because she didn't expect the person behind her to be one of the guests dressed to the nines. but she relaxes at the sight of her, feeling silly for being so nervous. after all, if she wandered into the passage, what was stopping anyone else from doing the same?]

It's all right. I just...wasn't expecting anybody. [she offers a hand] Linda Esquivel. Do you know what's back there? [she gestures further into the tunnel, wondering if Amy might be an acquaintance of the actual owner]

----- 1. Grand Ballroom -----

[ Ribbons knows this place -- it's one that he has occupied for a good amount of time, after all. But unlike the last time, he was not out to scheme a world into dancing its way into his hands. He's just here to enjoy the dancing, the chatting, and the atmosphere, in general.

As a good host, he'll be around making sure everyone's comfortable, and he will be one of the first to invite ladies to a dance. ]

----- 5. Gardens -----

[ While diligent in his hosting duties, Ribbons needed a few moments to get some air. He feels quite proud of the rose garden, and the whimsical little game he had set up around the hedge maze. It's a pity that no one has solved his little puzzle yet~ ]

(( ooc: While these are the easiest scenarios for me to make brief starters for, feel free to spot Ribbons anywhere else, save for the Basement. ))

Edited (derp subject line :x) 2014-08-26 18:43 (UTC)

[ The grand chandelier, those elegant ceiling heights windows, the luxurious dance floor that span the entirety of the hall... He recognizes them, remembers them, perhaps a little too vividly for his liking. On that night, he changed his destiny with his own hands in this very hall. The exact same music playing in the background, those tune that he waltzed to... Here, in this hall, Tieria Erde had found his calling.

Theoretically, he understands his situation. Maybe, this is how his brain chooses to send a cease-and-desist message to his constant resting and sleeping. Or this is simply Regene's way of pulling a prank on him out of boredom again. But really, couldn't they do away the dress and heels that he so abhors?

Still, he keeps walking, finding the attention thrown his way eerily familiar "Damned perverted old men...", until he stops at the sight of a familiar figure... ]

[ Tempting as it was to just stay in the balconies and watch his guests mingle and be merry (or at least, his share of guests), it won't be very host-like. Ribbons made his rounds, looking for anyone he hadn't greeted yet -- and surely enough, there was one. ]

Punctual as always, Tieria. Good evening.

[ Friendly? Oh dear. ]

[ Same person, different conversation. There's something eerily disturbing about the slight difference, because logically in this headspace, his memory should have remained the same. The fact that it's not disturbs him and instinctively, he sends a thought through his link, Quit it with the mindgames, Regene..

No response.

Well, that's strange but at the same time, it's also pretty normal for his genetic twin to be quiet when confronted, especially when he's determined to show him something. It looks like this is one of those time and Tieria groans mentally, annoyed that he'll have to face this situation longer than he wanted to.

All that takes only a few seconds before and he could nags at Regene again, Ribbons is close enough that he has to response. ]

You and I don't meet enough for you to comment on my punctuality, Ribbons Almark. [ He wouldn't even use 'we' because there's no need for such familiarity between them. ]

----- 1. Grand Ballroom -----

[ Kohran and some of her peers have set up a musical program, and she will be one of those who goes up the stage to sing a ballad or two for the swaying couples on the dance floor. She might just ask a random person to join her for livelier numbers!

But when she's not singing, she's dancing her legs off, and she's not shy in approaching potential partners! ]

----- 2. Dining -----

[ All that singing and dancing is energy consuming, so Kohran needs to refuel! She's most likely sticking to non-alcoholic drinks and finger foods most of the time.

... at the tail end of the evening however, there's no holding back on the cocktails and champagne. Woo hoo! ]

(( ooc: While these are my preferred scenarios, anything else goes -- even the secret basement! ))

[ Amy wasn't the biggest fan of these gatherings, but she had to show up because: 1) Torin detected ~~Frankenstein~~ some malevolent presence in the area; and 2) She had to show her face as a representative of the Yuuzuki family.

At the least, she could be thankful to Gentle and how he had prepared her for these things, and she had the say over her choice of dress (the better to stash her Gabu Revolver with~). She carried herself with poise and grace... until her feet started to hurt her... ]

----- 5. Garden -----

[ The grass feels good under her bare feet, and her shoes lay abandoned by some vase near the doors that lead to the garden. She amused herself by posing like the statues and taking funny selfies with them. Otherwise, she had gone into the hedge maze, to see where it might take her... ]

----- 3. Empty Bedrooms -----

[ Tired from socializing but needing to recharge, Amy sneaks into one of the rooms to get a quick catnap. Really, just for five minutes... five minutes... ]

-- five minutes, Gentle-san...

(( ooc: Because I love playing her |D< I'm cool with assumed CR and shippy stuff~ ))

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[Open RP] You are Invited!

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Uzumaki Naruto : Naruto

2 -- I hope this is okay!

It is A-Okay with me!!!!

\o/ <3

Sorry it's so late!

My turn to say "sorry" ahaha '''orz

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Tony Stark : MCU

Roy Mustang : Fullmetal Alchemist

ooga booga owo

owo agoob agoo

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>_> I am so sorry.

Uchiha Itachi : Naruto

Linda Esquivel: Under the Dome (TV)

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Ribbons Almark | Gundam 00

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gah sorry missed the notif

Kohran Li | Sakura Taisen/Sakura Wars

Amy Yuuzuki aka Kyouryuu Pink | Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger