Mini GP

[hollow_moon]

It was that time of the year, a time that used to fill Valentine with joy. Christmas was so wonderful usually, after all, but not so much this year. He simply wasn't in the holiday spirit. However, he'd planned this charity event months ago, and there was no cancelling it now. 

It wasn't as flash as ones he'd held in prior years, his museum open to the public with collection buckets all over for people to give what they could to ensure a better holiday for those in need. Music filled the space, and there were performers all throughout the space. Yes, he'd had to up security for the evening to keep his many occult related items safe, but- Well, it was worth it, he supposed. If nothing else, it seemed to be enough to stop his mother from worrying so much about him for a bit.

All were welcome and admission was free. The bar was reasonably priced, and there were a few free nibbles donated by a local restaurant. All and all, not a bad night for the bored and the generously inclined.

(Use this like you'd use any GP! OTA)

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[hollow_moon]

He should have been mingling and circulating, but instead Val was lurking in the corner, nursing a drink and watching the crowd. Music filled the space, but he wasn't really listening, he was lost in thought, trying to decide what he ought to do next.

He'd loved this museum once upon a time, but lately he found it no longer interested him. Nothing did, if he was honest. The whole world felt muted, and his soul felt numb. Life had lost its lustre and... He was just done with it. The museum, being a better man... What was the point? Honestly... What good had it done him?

None, that's what.

[wispofathing]

It was the name attached to the event that made Curnen come anyway. She was underdressed--she always was--and she could only give a little, but she wasn't so badly off that she could consider herself someone in need.

And when she found him sulking in the corner, well.

When she sidled up to him, leaning against his arm with her head on his shoulder and looked up at him, it was mostly aiming to annoy him out of his funk. "It's your party and you'll pout if you want to?"

[hollow_moon]

Val looked over, startled by the sudden contact, then frowning a little- Not sad or angry, just a sulking look, really.

"Well, aren't you the bad penny now," he muttered, though he didn't sound nearly as unkind as he'd been trying to be. There was a softness there that wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he tried.

[wispofathing]

"You have no idea," Curnen grinned up at him. She didn't have many memories of her cursed state, with a few exceptions. Rob had been one of them. If she'd ever been anyone's bad penny, she'd been his. And he hadn't been able to really dislike her either, despite the fact that she was basically feral at the time.

"But I don't think you mind half so much as you're trying to." Case in point, no attempts to shrug her off. Yet.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus' return to London had been quiet. In fact, this new body and face were, truth be told, the 'quiet sort'. Charming, handsome, but easily lost in a crowd when his mood wished it so. Easily hidden and left unobserved by the masses.

There was a darkness there too though, something lurking just behind his eyes. Cunning and vicious, and just a bit more mad than usual- Though that was something he was mindful to keep well hidden. He was old enough now that keeping that part of himself obscured was second nature, no matter how unhinged he became.

The party had drawn him out of hiding though, not because he cared for the cause or the host- Both were a mystery to him, honestly. No, it was more to do with the museum itself, and something it currently had on display.

Prometheus didn't have many artefacts tied to him directly, but there were a few relics who were woven deeply enough into his past that they held a hint of his power. One, in particular, being a vase that depicted his final quarrel with Zeus, and his fate. A hideous item, cursed, some believed, and they weren't completely wrong. It wasn't cursed, but it was filled with the titan's anger and pain, which were just as dangerous, really. It was like tossing a chip of uranium into a well. It wouldn't kill you right away, and would never be as deadly as its source, but it was still a volatile and unpleasant thing. ...And, though only a fraction of a fraction, it was a bit more of his power that he'd be happy to have back.

He wove through the party, glancing in glass cases and drifting from room to room, oblivious to the crowd around him and focused only on the items on display.

[miss_ives]

Vanessa had stopped in front of the vase, paying it closer attention now than she ever had on her previous visits to the museum. It was something to think that she knew him, this mythological being, this Titan who had defied Zeus well after his kind had lost the Titanomachy, defied him for the sake of mankind.

And there was something about the vase, something that made her wish the talisman PRometheus had gifted her with still hung around her neck. It seemed to be whispering to her, a dark, angry voice murmuring in an ancient tongue, pulling at thoughts and feelings inside her best left in peace. And as usual, now, without the protection of that talisman, Vanessa felt drawn to that darkness, an echo of that within herself. She gently laid her fingertips on the glass casing, her eyes on the raptors, the chained Titan, the offering, day after day, Judgment without end...

[pecked_by_birds]

"You wouldn't want to touch that," The titan said, voice low and much more charming than it had been last time around. A hint of seduction making every word fall a bit softer and feel a touch warmer.

"There are evils in there that not even Pandora's pithos could have contained."

[miss_ives]

The vision swirled into a flash of images, rushing through Vanessa too quickly for her to make much sense of them, but they left a vile, dark aftertaste, and she gasped, stepping back as her hand dropped from the glass. Her breath was short, and she turned a confused gaze on the owner of the voice that had so shaped what she had seen.

A young face, stubbled jaw, something dark just behind the eyes. Vanessa gazed into them, searching, frowning slightly. Then she asked, with no regard for what he might think if she was wrong, "Is it you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't know Valentine really. He was sure they'd met somewhere once, ages ago, but he couldn't even recall what the man looked like, if he was honest. He liked a party though, and so he'd been happy to come, dropping a generous donation into one of the boxes, and even graciously posing for photos outside where the press was lingering.

Inside he wandered from space to space, buying drinks for friends at the bar, gladly eating nibbles at the buffet, dancing in the space cleared for just that, and even loitering near the exhibits, reading about the various oddities on display. He was everywhere, yet there was nothing frantic or rushed about the way he moved. Finlay was as relaxed as ever, happy to chat with anyone who made their way over.

[drfeelbad]

Somehow, after months, House was always still kind of surprised when Fin wanted to see him. Though there was also a difference between 'want me to come over' (that was basically a booty call right?) and 'want to come to a party with me?' Because the latter definitely felt a little like a date. Because what was even weirder than Fin wanting to see him was Fin wanting to be seen with him.

He had on a blue button-down shirt and jeans. Cuddy told him blue was good on him. Something about his eyes.

He arrived just in time to see Fin posing for photographers outside the venue, which was enough to make him stop in his tracks and almost turn back around.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's vision was still impaired, better than it had been, yes, but not perfect. Still, his magic focused on House when it sensed him near, and he waved off the photographers as he headed towards the doctor.

"Greg!" he grinned, embracing the other man with a smile and kissing his cheek.

[drfeelbad]

It really was kind of nice, someone so happy to see him. He certainly didn't get that from his coworkers, usually not his patients...

But he still asked, "Aren't you afraid the photographers...?"

OTA

[leloupnoir]

Akeem wasn't quite sure how he'd never heard about this museum before. It certainly catered to quite a few of his interests. So when he'd heard about it, and the upcoming fundraiser, he'd decided to hold off visiting it until tonight. Visiting a museum he liked and donating to a good cause; now that sounded like the perfect plan.

It had been a new moon the night before, so if he was slightly off balance, it was in favour of the human in him, and he had a polite smile for anyone whose gaze he met while navigating from room to room, stopping by each glass casing to study the items inside.

He glanced up when someone stopped beside him, and tilted his head towards the object on display. "Quite intriguing, isn't it?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin had left House's side for the moment, wanting to mingle a bit and look around. He hadn't even noticed who he was standing beside until Akeem spoke, the words pulling his attention away from the items trapped behind glass.

"Fascinating," he said honestly.

[leloupnoir]

"Oh, Fin, hello," Akeem replied with an immediate smile at the Fae. Now that he wasn't so focused on the items on display, his scent was impossible to miss. "How are you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm alright," Fin smiled, shrugging and laughing softly. "My powers are currently behaving themselves, so I can't complain," he added, smiling even brighter then, all joy and sweetness.

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[miss_ives]

The musem was one of Vanessa's favourite little oddities in London, and a year did not go by without visiting it at least once. News of the fundraiser had drawn her out, and here she was, a glass in hand, being bored out of her mind by the conversation of an inept old man blathering on about service not being what it used to be.

So when next someone walked by them, she laid a hand on their forearm and smiled apologetically at the old man. "I'm sorry, this is an old friend I haven't seen in far too long. We must catch up. Please do excuse me."

And with one last smile, she hooked her arm through that of her saviour and hastened away. "I'm terribly sorry," she told them, "but I had to find a way out of that conversation."

Re: OTA

[sunsongs]

"Obviously." Coby had seen Vanessa, but was surprised at her welcome, given how hesitant she'd been around him the last time. "I'm always glad to help."

[miss_ives]

Now that they were far enough from the dreadful old man, Vanessa dropped her hand from Coby's elbow. "Thank you," she told him with a grateful smile. "I suppose that I should not be surprised to run into you here."

[sunsongs]

"I don't know about that." Coby didn't read anything into Vanessa letting go of his arm. The closeness had served its purpose, and she would want her space. "I was kind of surprised to be here."

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[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed as Julie excused herself with a grin, having just spotted someone she absolutely must catch up with. It had been a long time since their paths had crossed, but things hadn't changed. As usual, Julie had a party to drag him to. She'd been generous with the donation, and they'd been having a laugh, but it was no surprise that she had just fleeted off like the social butterfly he knew and loved.

Now on his own, Anael wandered back towards the bar and secured a glass of wine. There were a few items giving off the wrong sort of vibe, and he was wondering whether he could cleanse them without anyone noticing.

Re: OTA

[sunsongs]

Màire and her girlfriend and dragged Coby to the museum for a charity party with the promise of free nibbles, fun, and getting in the spirit of the holiday. And then promptly dropped him to wander through the exhibits on their own, knowing he wouldn't mind. He was heading to the bar for a drink when he saw Anael already there, his back to Coby, and, Coby was sure without being able to hear him, ordering a glass of wine.

"My favorite drink," he said, slipping up behind Anael before he could turn. "I should've known I'd find you here. Julie again?"

[whispersoflove]

Anael's thoughtful expression gave way to a bright smile, and he turned around to face Coby. "You're here!" His hand snagged Coby's, so he could draw him out of the way of people wanting drinks. "Does that mean there's no note for me in your window?"

[sunsongs]

"I didn't know I was coming until the end of rehearsal. Màire insisted. Now I'm glad she did," Coby said, giving Anael's hand a gentle squeeze. Once they were away from the bar, Coby took a brief kiss, not caring what people might think. "I'd hate to have missed you."

[vampcharmante]

A certain amount of blending in with the mortals was not only smart, but good for business, if only because it raise fewer red flags among those who might become curious. Beyond that, Janette tended to spoil Patrick, never mind he was no longer the young boy he'd been when she first came into his life. He'd wanted Janette to come to the museum party with him, so she came.

At the moment, her son was deep in conversation with a vivacious young woman, and Janette had left them to it. A glass of red wine – and only wine – in one hand, she studied a carved jade cup, her thoughts turning, as they so often did, to Nicolas.