nascensibility: today, I mean, just for today, maybe not tomorrow (I'm not gonna raise the dead)
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑂'πΆπ‘œπ‘›π‘›π‘’π‘™π‘™ ([personal profile] nascensibility) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-12-30 05:21 pm

[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering dΓ©cor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown.
]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

directed: (lot116_2622)

[personal profile] directed 2018-02-21 01:49 am (UTC)(link)

[Such liberties, small gestures that none the less resound through her as surely as a shot. They are close enough still that he feels each of them against his body: the way she sucks in her breath and cannot quite manage to release it for the span of heartbeats. Rather she clutches at him, and against her skin still Rip's lips curve upward. The tinge of bitterness only lingers in Peggy's perception of the defeat; for Rip, it is pure and sweet indeed.

He follows where she leads, just as before. First in those moments when Peggy would draw him near, and then, oh then! She need not spell out the path for him to know where it leads, and indeed, even after Rip watches her vanish from the dance floor, he can well imagine the twists of halls and stairs that will frame the journey they'll each of them walk.

First her, and then him. After the span of another song, a few sips of a final drink. In truth even his patience is tested by this duration, but he has better honed the skill than Peggy. What he expects is a hardship of eagerness for him might well stretch into torture for her, and he wonders just how she might pass those few minutes that seem to stretch out far too long while they're parted.

Six, all told, before he takes his leave of the ballroom that night. Six minutes and some seconds to spare, measured out by the steady ticking of a watch. They still have time before midnight to find each other againβ€”for Rip to catch up to wherever Peggy has decided to wait for midnight to chime and the year to end, and their bodies to crash together once more.]