#darkestevent6

Sitting in the room he was assigned, the Singles Awareness Room,(lovely), Ruairi waved slightly as someone entered the room then presented the area, "Hey. Welcome. Make yourself at home." He smiled softly, "I got some movie on...we can change it t'ough if you want."

Where: Honesty is the Best Policy Room

What: Won’t You Be Mine? Event

“So apparently we’re unable to lie in here, huh?” Liv mused, her finger mindlessly trailing along the rim of her glass as she tilted up a curious brow at the room surrounding themselves. “So, be honest, how cute do I look in this top?” She asked, scrunching up her nose playfully at the other as if to let them know she was only teasing. 

Reunions and sentiments. He’d scoff at the silliness of it had it not been for the shit storm they had to face. It was beyond sick, this battle. The reasoning still hadn't made sense to Ken but who had time to think on such things when the doors finally opened and reinforcement stepped in. A little too late, but at least there was only one death. 

Blinking to adjust to the light outside, Ken, using his final dregs of strength, carried a bloodied and badly injured Ruairi out and placed him gently on the stretcher and hoped the man would be alright. Swatting away the medics that began checking him, Ken staggered out of their reach with a scowl. Idiots. There were others that needed help more. He'd been fine. He was fine. He crashed into a tree and fell down. Laughter broke through in bubbles of relief, of disbelief, of finally being released from what honestly was a nightmare scene. But as a shadow moved around him, Ken shot up immediately, senses on alert as if it wasn’t over, only to fall back down at a similar speed a second later clutching his side, “Fuckk.”

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Where: Made With Love Room

What: Won’t You Be Mine? Event

Perfectly manicured nails wrapped their way around the stem of the martini glass. Not bothering to pay the bartender any mind, the one and only, Alina Khan plucked the olive out of the glass and slide it off the tooth pick with the edge of her fangs. Only then did she bother to glance over at the hand resting casually on the bar beside her and, without a second thought, she took the tooth pick resting between the tip of her thumb and forefinger straight down into the unattended hand. She only pricked them, but it was enough to draw the slightest bit of blood. The red stained tip of the slender piece of wood returning to that of her lips as she licked the edge clean. “Hm. O negative. Not bad, but could be better,” She noted, dropping the pick back into her glass, before looking over at the person eyeing her with that of an eased shrug. “What? It was missing something. Isn’t that the point of cocktail making class?”

Margot sighed as she adjusted the yellow velvet drapes she’d tied to her body with curtain cords. She wasn’t sure how well the curtains would hold up, but with the amount of times she crossed the cords around her waist and chest and back again, she had a feeling it would be more or less secure. At least she felt better that she hadn’t gone with her initial caution tape idea, considering half of the people here also thought of it. She had a feeling her outfit was at least more secure... and warm. She tried not to snicker when someone’s tape slipped a little farther than they might consider safe. “Here I thought my college days were behind me, but I can just sense someone is seconds away from doing a keg stand.”

This was so incredibly out of Joseph’s wheelhouse. He had felt complete awe stepping into the mansion and it was a feeling that had never gone away. Not to help how underdressed he felt. Everybody was walking around looking absolutely stunning, and he was pretty sure he had shaving cream on the sleeve of his shirt that he couldn’t get at.

Joseph rolled up his sleeves, hoping to look a bit better than what he had. He’d gotten a drink from the bar and settled into his seat, preparing for the first individual to sit down.

“I don’t need to go over the gist of this do I?” Gesturing to the back drop as she held up the camera. “I’m going to be honest I have about no background in photography, but here we are.” She admitted, letting her hands drop to her side. “You can do whatever pose you want and there’s props and costumes over there.” Pointing towards the room next door. “It’s completely private.” She informed them. “So what month are you hoping to get for this? I know the two big ones are probably July and December. Those are the ones that people normally try to get right? It’s like the big Playboy months and that I think?” She continued to ramble on as she tried to set up the tripod.

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“Alright, give it to me straight...” Amara seats herself next to Devin not a minute after she comes into eyesight. She holds a drink out for her friend and trust that it goes without saying, it’s not magically spiked. “How bad of an idea was it to include anger as one of the magic shots?” She wonders as she gazes out at the people. “I mean, so far so good but... Thinking about it now, I’m just a little bit concerned that a more... Unhinged type of person, drinks one, you know? I was just so caught up in getting everything prepped here that I actually didn’t give it much thought.”