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London Calling Mods ([personal profile] londoncallingmods) wrote in [community profile] londoncallingrpg2015-10-28 11:37 pm

General Halloween GP

Halloween was as spooky or dull as you needed it to be in London. From handing out treats to those who came knocking, to attending costume parties and concerts all over the city, there was something for everyone tonight.
 
Plenty of bars and clubs were offering discounts to anyone bold enough to turn up in costume, and even the underground was bursting with holiday cheer as costumed commuters came and went, breaking up the dull day to day routine one usually faced while making your way from point a to point b.
 
Even those who chose to skip the costume were indulging in treats or maybe a creepy film or two.
 
There was no excuse to be bored. Not tonight. Not on Halloween.
 
(General Halloween GP for those who aren't keen on the haunted house! Feel free to post your pup anywhere in the city, from fancy dress parties to street corners. Go wild (or, you know, stay tame. Your call) Also, because there are two GPs going up this week, both are open to new top levels for two whole weeks! And, of course, you can keep tagging long after that if you want. :D I'll post reminders daily on slack.) 
codenameathos: (murderous intent (the milady look))

[personal profile] codenameathos 2015-11-10 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"But you are never here," Oliver retorted, his voice breaking on the last word.
codenamemilady: (serious)

[personal profile] codenamemilady 2015-11-10 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"And whose fault is that?" she asked, seizing on the hint of weakness, pressing her advantage.
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[personal profile] codenameathos 2015-11-10 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I have gone mad," Oliver acknowledged flatly, after a beat. His voice sounded strained, from the lump in his throat. Madness was the only explanation, and it had only been a matter of time, of course.

He let go of her and abruptly turned to head out of the reception. Fresh air, to clear his mind. He might have been drugged? He certainly felt like it. Fresh air would help.
codenamemilady: (murderous)

[personal profile] codenamemilady 2015-11-10 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
The grip on Milady's cold, dark heart released along with the one Oliver had had on her wrist, and she watched him stalk out of the room.

She needed a drink, something with a bite. And possibly some pretty thing she could leave begging to lick her... boots. Something. Anything, to soothe the sharp edges and heat the chill within her.