London Calling RPG

Anael had seen it as a sign of God, when that afternoon, Julie had asked him if he wanted to accompany her to a party hosted by some friends of hers, and the names on the invitation were Fin and Willy's. It seemed that it was time to meet the fae at last, and find out whether he was the sort an angel such as Anael might get along with.

Julie apparently found it hilarious to have him wear an ugly Christmas cardigan decorated with angels, and insisted it would enter him directly into a raffle, and Anael did not have the heart to turn her down, for all that she knew very well that he had no use for worldly goods. Her face lit up when she saw him in the cardigan, and that was all he needed.

And so here he was, watching her mingle with some friends of hers as he sipped on a glass of red wine, oblivious to the rest of the world for a moment, focused as he was on the joyful love of his friend.

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Dutch had got an invite from Hex, and of course she'd made it over. She'd come in wearing an ugly Christmas sweater of her own, meaning the sort with skulls on it. But not twenty minutes after her arrival, it was already tied around her waist, leaving her in a see-through khaki long-sleeved top (which of course meant that she was wearing a bra for once, a simple black thing that worked well with it) over her skinny black jeans. This was casual but tidy, in her book.

And Emma didn't seem to be around yet, which left her able to look around. She was loving the hell out of this venue. This was right up her alley, and she was grinning as she studied the Apollo 10 command module from up close, peering through one of its windows, a glass of champagne in one hand.

Edited Date: 2015-12-21 11:30 pm (UTC)

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jageskro

The dress code said tidy, so Jag had done his best to find a pair of dark jeans that weren't ripped, and a decent jumper without any pot holes in it. He'd come up with a dark blue woolen hoodie, and figured it would have to do the trick.

Val had gone to get them glasses, and he reckoned he must have been waylaid by running into someone, because it had been a short while now. So Jag, in the meantime, decided to make the most of the free buffet.

Free food. He was always all over that, and he'd just grabbed a seat to start eating, trusting Val to find him when he wanted to.

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winter_wisp

Winter loved parties. He loved the food, loved the music, loved an excuse to dance... He'd been all over tonight, giddy and cheerful in the outfit he'd chosen for the evening.

At the moment he was lingering at the table full of sweets and cakes, overwhelmed by choice and struggling to pick what he wanted to eat first.

"Is Christmas cake good?" he asked the person next to him. "It smells like booze- But does it taste sweet? How do you bake Christmas into a cake?"

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Em had been surprised to get an invitation to the party, but assumed the Fin and Willy had to be the ones Winter had told her about. So the first two things she wanted to do on arrival were dropping off a small white paper bag decorated with a pixie and snowflakes, where Winter could eventually find it, and the homemade marshmallows inside, some peppermint and others cinnamon flavored, and finding Dutch since it had been easier to meet at the museum than work out who picked up whom to arrive together.

She'd been uncertain what to wear - casual but tidy left a lot of room for interpretation - but eventually decided on a seasonally appropriate green top, with black jeans and wide belt, and once there, she decided it fit in well enough with the other guests not to draw attention to her. The museum was a great location for a party like this, and while Dutch went to get them drinks, Em studied a set of glass bubbles that caught her eye.

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sunsongs

Máire and her girlfriend had invited Coby to celebrate Christmas with them, but he hadn't wanted to butt in, and the invite to Fin's party had given him a good reason to say no thanks. A friend from home had even sent him the perfect ugly Christmas sweater to wear, complete with surfers and palm trees.

A beer in hand, he mingled, not really expecting to find many familiar faces, but that just meant more people to meet, right?

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"Sorry I'm late," Em said, grinning as she came up beside Dutch. "Nice sweater. Very festive."

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Dutch grinned back at her. "I wouldn't turn down one more wide screen. Everything all right?" she asked, after leaning in to peck Emma's cheek. She was late; you never knew.

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Anael was leaning back against a pillar in the room when Coby walked by him, and he smiled, and stepped forward to catch his hand. "I should've known I'd find you here."

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"Yeah, I just had to wait for Ollie to get back before I left." Since Jag was supposed to be here with Val, and Jake was... somewhere. He'd told Em, she was sure, but she'd been finishing up a painting at the time and only half listened to what he was saying.

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sunsongs

Coby's eyes lit up at Anael's voice, and he gave his hand a squeeze before tangling their fingers together. "Does that mean you didn't see the invite I left in my window, in case you dropped by?"

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"He spending the evening alone, then?" Dutch asked, tilting her head to the side.

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"I was going to stop by later, but I ran into Julie, and... she tends to talk me into accompanying her to a different party each time we meet," Anael stated fondly, coming to stand closer to Coby, to nod in the direction where she was, beautiful in a dark blue dress and animatedly chatting with a small circle of guests. "There she is." He turned his head to face Coby again, smiling softly. "When the party turned out to be Fin's, I knew God meant for me to be here. And you, apparently."

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akatawitch

Christmas Eve and again Sunny wasn't with her family. But at least this year she had somewhere to be and wasn't awkwardly lurking outside of a church for Midnight Mass. Mama had left a message on her phone, asking if she would be going tonight. Sunny hadn't called her back yet.

Though truth was, she'd almost not come to this party, either. Granted, dress code standards were really low when you were basically invited to wear your ugly Christmas sweater, but all the same. She didn't feel right being that casual about it. She needed something simple, sexy, but elegant enough that she didn't feel like a child. And with a little help from Felix and a dip into white and black, colors she usually shunned, she figured she'd managed. It didn't hurt that her legs looked miles long, either.

When you couldn't be proper, be exotic.

She'd undone her braids and gone with an Afro, which was like a halo of hair when light hit it. She'd told Winter she'd let him see, and it seemed like the right occasion for it.

Naturally she couldn't resist free food and she had a drink or two, but the real draw was the dancing. Sunny couldn't get enough of dancing, even when it was a bunch of white people awkwardly two-stepping. She came alive. And, from time to time, she found someone who could actually do ballroom, and that was fun.

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london_spy

Hex had invited him, and though he'd been unsure about coming, he'd forced himself to venture out and be social- Once he'd convinced Scotty to come too.

The older man had been at his side most of the night, but when he'd spotted someone he knew, 'an old friend', he'd nudged Danny off to go make friends of his own. Like a mother pushing her chick right out the nest, Scotty had been firm, chasing Danny off with a nudge.

Awkwardly, Danny lingered near the bar, nursing his free drink and watching the crowd.

(OTA, but be warned that Danny is a walking spoiler, so don't tag if you don't want to be spoiled & don't read his threads. <3)

Edited Date: 2015-12-22 03:25 am (UTC)

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winter_wisp

Winter had spotted the cloud of hair before he'd seen Miss Sunny, and he'd been watching it curiously as it moved about the party. Eventually he'd inched closer, weaving between people so he could see it up close- then looked started when he realized who it was attached to.

"Your hair has escaped its bonds. It is free now. Wild like a lion. ...Or a very aggressive sheep," he whispered seriously.

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"He's doing his celebrating Christmas day." Em had said she'd stay in, do some cooking. "And he's got a piece to finish before then, that's been giving him fits. Probably best for everybody he's alone while he's working."

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sunsongs

Coby followed Anael's gaze to the woman who'd brought him. "Why am I not surprised she's beautiful?" he asked, turning back to Anael and tugging lightly on the sweater. "I suppose we have her to thank for this as well as your presence here?"

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akatawitch

The corner of Sunny's mouth twitched, but she swallowed the wave of irritation that followed that comment. Winter had no way to know why a comment like that might be so offensive. "This is what my hair does naturally," she explained. "I told you, it's very curly." Kinky might be a more accurate word, but all kinks were was very tight curls.

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just_hex

Hex had a festive sweater that wasn't really Christmas, more just winter-y in his opinion. He'd come and said hello to quite a few faces he knew and spotted Stanley, asking him if he'd given the job thing a think in regards to Danny. Stanley politely but firmly told him 'no business at a Christmas party' and then said he'd call him Boxing Day.

So he circled the room saying hello. Some people knew him from his YouTube, some knew his calendar. He had a taste of fame but it was nothing like some of the actor-types Fin was friends with who had come. Hex was just a bit star struck by a few of them.

He stayed away from the bar, though. It was happy, it was festive, and it would be too easy to get a spiked nog or some wine or a bottle of vodka and then he'd be down the tubes. So he went everywhere but over there...where he wanted to be most of all.

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"Still, we should sneak some cake out for him when we go," Dutch offered with a glint in her eyes. "Christmas spirit and all."

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