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heartliketin December 31 2008, 23:59:33 UTC
Cain didn't want to be there that long. The only reason he turned up was because of the food he'd smelled when he dropped in to grab some warm water for tea. Then suddenly, there were things he hadn't eaten in over nine annuals staring him in the face and he'd genuinely forgotten the taste of some of them.

Gods, papay fruit honestly had never tasted better and as he took a bite of it, it was almost like he was back in the cabin with Adora, Jeb nothing more than a newborn and no troubles on their doorstep.

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thedoctordances January 1 2009, 00:34:40 UTC
Cain was eating something Beverly hadn't seen before, which was saying something. Of course, she'd managed to get her own spiked rakajino and a hamburger (not at the same time). "Nice to see you," she said, and gave him a smile.

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heartliketin January 1 2009, 01:10:57 UTC
Cain gave Beverly a nod when he saw her coming, still in something of a mood with the weather as it was, but the food was doing a fine job of helping that. "You look all set up for the festivities," he admired.

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thedoctordances January 1 2009, 02:32:29 UTC
Cain looked...well, like Cain usually did. Slightly dubious about life. Which was a shame for a party. "I managed to set myself up," Beverly admitted. "Last year I don't think I appreciated this quite as well."

The bottle of Chateau Picard for starters.

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dickgout January 1 2009, 00:00:05 UTC
Jason was thrilled to fucking pieces.

This place was crazy, alright, beating out the weirdest shit he'd seen at home on a regular day (though without psychologically scarring him, like his sister liked to do), but tonight? Tonight, it knew it had been bad to them, and it was ready to make things, right, baby. Jason was damn well sure he'd wake up with his face in the dirt, in need of some religion, but hell, wasn't that the best reason to visit church?

He wasn't as polished up as the rest of the people, but a white button down and some nice jeans, and he cleaned up just fine. Now, for his two favorite things: booze and women.

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milfweed January 1 2009, 00:19:49 UTC
In one quick moment, he nearly got a lap full of both, when the crowd became just a little too saturated and someone bustled by Nancy, knocking her (and the glass of vodka she was nursing) right into Dick.

She swore under her breath and instinctively started dabbing at the small wet circle of vodka on his shirt with a napkin. "Sorry about that..."

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dickgout January 1 2009, 04:54:33 UTC
Oh sweet Jesus, it was the hottest MILF he'd ever seen. Thank you, thank you, Island-Jesus. Jason gave her a smile, not quite containing his amazement. "Hey, it's okay. We all spill. I'll just..."

He looked down. "Maybe I oughta get a new shirt if it's gonna smell like vodka."

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milfweed January 1 2009, 05:05:24 UTC
"I don't think it's going to make much of a difference, given the crowd," Nancy said honestly. "Given that we get good alcohol about twice a year, everyone's going to be way too drunk to notice. I've got to get myself another now, though. Care to join me?"

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lionelthayer January 1 2009, 00:00:48 UTC
Not too long into the party, Lionel's already letting his camera hang around his neck more than he's taking pictures, and his tie is half loosened. He's done all the picture taking expected of him for the night, and decides the rest of the party is going to be spent actually enjoying it for once.

And he's got a nice glass of champagne to start himself off.

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theunascended January 1 2009, 00:18:20 UTC
Daniel laughed when he saw not only Lionel, but his camera. "I thought I saw the flash go off a few times. Some days I wonder if your camera is surgically attached." He moved closer, until he was close enough to speak comfortably.

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lionelthayer January 1 2009, 04:48:52 UTC
"Hey, I'm done for the night," Lionel says, raising both hands - one still holding his champagne glass, the other palm out. "It happens from time to time. I even get sick of it."

He grins anyway, and takes another sip of his drink before gesturing to Daniel's outfit. "You look nice."

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theunascended January 1 2009, 05:12:22 UTC
"And you in a suit," Daniel teased. "Will wonders never cease. How are you, Lionel? Besides working when you're supposed to be playing."

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provincialbelle January 1 2009, 00:02:46 UTC
Polka dots had swarmed her vision while she dressed and a clip to her hair made for a perfectly humble little outfit before Belle made her way to find new books and was surprised with something else entirely. "Oh, my," she murmured to herself, spinning slowly to take in the wonders around her, a gleeful laugh escaping her at the wonders.

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never_atone January 1 2009, 06:35:08 UTC
Watching quietly with a flute of champagne her only company (though it bubbled just as much as a chatty companion), Briony saw the girl's surprise and smiled in kind at her reaction.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" she said, stepping forward. "Some of the surprises here are just wonderful."

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provincialbelle January 2 2009, 21:35:42 UTC
"I was braving all that cold weather for books and it seems this place was planning something far more elaborate," Belle admitted with a wondrous look in her eyes. "Sometimes, it does amaze me, how much magic seems to be held within these shores."

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never_atone January 2 2009, 21:39:21 UTC
"Just as much as can be held within a good book," Briony remarked with a warm smile. "Do you read much?" It seemed a terrible topic to converse upon given their surroundings, but passions bow to no setting.

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number_unlucky January 1 2009, 00:03:12 UTC
It was almost like a dream, really. Even if I looked like a whore, sort of, in the brightness of the bathroom light. Fortunately, the rest of the Compound was less well-lit, and at least the box had given me a taupe and black underwear set to go with so that I didn't violate the law. Actually, I sort of liked the look, deep down.

And so I mingled, through the party. Jenni Marshall at Vassar had taught me how to drink, something she claimed she'd learned from her Russian grandfather--eat plenty to start, and eat something between each drink. Between the sushi and the bottle of Grey Goose that may as well have had my name on it, I was making as merry as I could.

What was the song again? Only the good die young?

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beentodamascus January 1 2009, 00:12:11 UTC
"Bloody hell."

There wasn't any other real reaction to a dress like that. With a very decent malt in his hand, Adam just stood back and stared.

"Looking good, Hadley."

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number_unlucky January 1 2009, 00:15:12 UTC
"Adam," I said, and swiped the drink out of his hand, taking a sip before I gave it back to him. I didn't really know why I did it, other than that I had had about four drinks in the last few hours, and it seemed like a fantastic idea. "Likewise."

Was he looking at my chest?

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beentodamascus January 1 2009, 01:12:17 UTC
Adam put up little resistance as Remy pilfered his drink, because, honestly, when a woman's in a dress like that, you don't say no to her whims.

Adam Carter had been called many things in her career, but a saint had never been one of them. His eyes dipped to Remy's cleavage before returning to her face.

"Tell me you're dancing this evening."

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