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Post by Gerik on Jul 2, 2006 6:11:09 GMT -5
*soaks in swan-shaped hot tub*
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Post by Raoul on Jul 2, 2006 6:11:59 GMT -5
((Oh dear...))
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Post by Rose on Jul 2, 2006 6:18:44 GMT -5
((*facepalm*))
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Post by Gerik on Jul 2, 2006 6:19:49 GMT -5
((MWAHAHA.))
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Post by gaia on Jul 3, 2006 1:29:57 GMT -5
((What we need is a kind of Moaning Myrtle to make things awkward. Very awkward. In lieu of that, Desdemona will suffice.))
Desdemona:
"Hello." *The sultry blonde with hair straight as rain appeared suddenly beside the hot tub. She wore naught but a crimson silk kimono-robe and had her hair twisted into a golden, messy bun. In the heat and steam the wisps left around her face and neck began to curl slightly.* "May I join you?" *she whispered huskily, letting the robe fall back to reveal one slim, rounded shoulder, the skin smooth and pink from the ambient heat.*
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Post by Gerik on Jul 3, 2006 17:15:48 GMT -5
*grins at Desdemona, then experiences a moment of panic, unsure whether or not his abhorrent face is covered or not. Grasping his face in both hands, he sighs as he realizes that his Red Death mask is still on, as is the rest of his red velvet costume*
Oh no! I've ruined it!
*leaps out of the hot tub, the soaked velvet clinging to his every muscle*
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Sophia
- Masterful Virgin -
a mask, my first, unfeeling scrap of clothing
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Post by Sophia on Jul 3, 2006 17:21:15 GMT -5
((*snort* I'd join ya, but I'm more of a leroux gal. now if only Erik would sign on...damn....))
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Post by gaia on Jul 3, 2006 17:46:45 GMT -5
Desdemona:
*Des rolled her eyes inwardly.* This is the famed and feared Phantom of the Opera, is it? *She shrugged. She'd dealt with much worse before. This would be tedious, but ultimately, not hard or particularily dangerous.* "Poor baby..." *she cooed.* "You'll catch cold in those wet things. Best get you out of them..."
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Post by Gerik on Jul 3, 2006 18:18:34 GMT -5
No, hold on, I've got it...
*continues mumbling to himself as he runs into another room and emerges a moment later with a hairdryer, which he proceeds to attempt to dry himself with*
Now...what was it you wanted again?
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Post by gaia on Jul 3, 2006 18:31:20 GMT -5
Desdemona:
Oh for pity's sake... *Stifling a sigh, Desdemona walked over to Gerik and plastered herself against him.* "What say we get you out of those pants, hm?" *She swayed delicately against him for a moment before her robe pooled at her feet on the floor, leaving her in the nude. Again.* Game, set, match. Trump card. Checkmate.
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Post by Gerik on Jul 3, 2006 18:39:15 GMT -5
Oh. Oh! Yeah, good, swell! Um...
*picks Des up awkwardly and carries her over to the organ with all the light behind it, plopping her down next to it and clearing his throat*
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defences...
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day, Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night...
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before...
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you... Feel it, hear it, closing in around you... Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, In this darkness which you know you cannot fight the darkness of the music of the night...
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me savour each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write the power of the music of the night...
You alone can make my song take flight help me make the music of the night...
*smiles expectantly*
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Post by gaia on Jul 3, 2006 19:30:19 GMT -5
Desdemona:
God damn. I know I've seen something like this in my visions of the future...he sings that song...and then I...damnit damnit damnit I know this one... *Desdemona smiled sweetly and stroked Gerik's shoulders gently to buy time.* God, I wish he'd just pass out so I can...THAT'S IT! *Des rolled her eyes back into her head and fainted, slowly and gently to allow herself to position her fall so she wouldn't just sprawl like some whore. She laid herself across Gerik's lap and kept her eyes closed.* Well now what? I hadn't planned on fainting...wait, no--he wasn't expecting me to faint--he was expecting me...to SING! *With a gasp, Desdemona recovered her senses and sprang to her feet.* "Ahem. You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . . I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . . In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .?"
*She glanced at Gerik, nodding slightly as if for his approval.* That's it, I hope...
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Post by Gerik on Jul 6, 2006 5:02:31 GMT -5
Whoa.
*sweeps her up in his arms, carries her to the swan bed, and lowers the curtain*
~~~FADE OUT~~~
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V
- In the Duggins -
a humble Vautevillian Veteran...
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Post by V on Jul 8, 2006 18:44:35 GMT -5
((o-O))
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Post by gaia on Jul 9, 2006 1:45:05 GMT -5
((Boo. Yah.))
Desdemona: *FADE IN* *Des rolled over and purred slightly as she rested her cheek on Gerik's shoulder.* "That was so...so...well, masterful is the best word for it, I think. Hadn't expected that from you..." *She traced a fingertip across his arm.* "Sweetie...will you do me a rilly rilly evil favour?" *She asked in a baby pouty voice, kissing him lightly.*
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