NYE OOM

[i_am_your_host]

[ OOM: The Master of Ceremonies' taste in music is criticized by a vampire during the New Year's Eve party...

...and then they meet before dawn in a proper reunion that goes deeper than either of them expects. Heh. Deeper.


Warnings: 1st link: discussion of ABBA, orgies; 2nd link: sex, blood, vampirism, discussion of drug abuse with overtones of self-harm, repressed emotions, feeeels. For those wanting to skip over the smut, we're accidentally more or less consistent with 25 tags of conversation, 25 tags of sex, another 25 tags of conversation, so on and so forth. It's kinda funny that way. ]

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[sunbaked_baker]

The pseudo-Scottish January sun is weak and rises hours after Rae, but it is better than nothing. Sunshine has been up since four, training out in the winter darkness to chase away the dreams that shook her from sleep.

Dawn, by the time it deigns to arrive some four hours later, finds her sitting on her favorite bench by the garden. Her heart heavy for reasons she can't quite pinpoint yet, she watches the light seep back into the little world and struggles to find a sense of peace.

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[i_am_your_host]

The Master of Ceremonies keeps a vampire's hours, so it's almost evening when he's up and about. He is still Bound and he is still annoyed about it.

So, he's finding ways to keep himself busy, ways that don't necessarily involve going to bed with people, but he's not against that.

No, today he's practicing the piano, a simple but pretty classical piece with the help of sheet music he requested from the Bar. It's obvious that he knows the piece but is a novice at playing, even if his hands seem to be made for it, slender and graceful with long fingers. He falters at some parts, and has to stop and restart others. However, he's got the main melody down, and it's nice when he gets all the way through it.

For motivation, there's a large glass of red wine on the piano that he constantly sips from. The ashtray next to it is already filled with cigarette stubs, as the cigarette pursed between his painted lips dwindles.

Botherable, listenable, assistable.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan wakes before dawn. Slow and careful not to disturb Ragnar and Sinric, he disentangles himself and slips out of bed, instantly rousing Fiachra who still seems intent on shadowing him everywhere, and comes downstairs to walk for a while in the semi-light outside.

Later, he's by the fire warming himself up again, the dog lying at his feet.

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[morethanprops]

Moist normally enjoys traveling, he loves the road and the wonder of where he's going next, but due to the bank robbery, he didn't have as much control. Instead of riding on his own horse out of town, he's in a coach with people who aren't useful.

When he sees Milliways instead of the coaching inn, he beams and heads to the counter to order a proper drink with his small bag at his feet. He's in his tweed suit with slightly fraying cuffs and a scarf around his neck, a parting gift from the bank teller.