#kaos:start

[principeandres]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

andrés makes his way inside the spacious room, his eyes wandering around the fancy decorations. there’s no such thing as “a prom” in spain, but he has watched enough films enough to know what this is about. it’s sour but so damn funny how this prom might be the only thing he’ll ever be king of. so he hopes the crown is pretty, at least.

as if taken by a magnetic force, andrés is quick to spot the open bar and make his way over. he is thirsty to start the night. he would get a whole bottle for himself if he could, but the young prince promises himself to start slow tonight. the glasses of champagne look cold and delicious as he is grabbing two from the bar, offering a glass to the person standing beside him.

“here, to tonight.”

[rosesandrorys]

--rory, admittedly, had been on a bit of a bender for the past week. old habits die hard, and for the LA native, it seemed they weren’t dying at all. but while she wasn’t good at keeping her nose out of certain products, what she was good at was faking it, and that’s what she’d done all week, right up until the moment that she’d been scheduled for the opening brunch shift. stumbling into work in five inch platforms with glitter spread across her cheekbones was obviously not a good look, but five minutes in the bathroom and a crisp white blouse could cover up most of her sins from the week previous. all of them, of course, but the killer comedown that she was now experiencing. thank god mimosas went down easy, and thank god her boss was too preoccupied with the pretty girls at the end of the bar to notice her tired eyes and lack of energy. “what can i get ya?” she asked the new tenant at the bar, body swiveling to face them first as sluggish eyes followed.

[floagreste]

when: sometime during the reception . where: the bella donna hotel . who: open .

florian has barely seen sophie or lisa once or twice, but he is surprisingly close to miss donna sheridan. or kinda close. the woman is basically a local legend and she had rescued florian from his drunken adventures once or twice. basically a mother figure for all the locals, flo was grown to love her and so he is thrilled to be here celebrating her happiness, and her daughter’s happiness.

florian doesn’t really like to talk about it, but he loves weddings. a celebration of love, lovers marking the beginning of the rest of their lives together. even if they might end up in divorce. selling the fantasy is what matters. and tonight, tonight looks like a fairytale. the backyard of the hotel is illuminated by little lights on the trees, there’s flowers everywhere, people drinking and dancing, laughing and kissing. 

florian grabs a glass of wine and sits on a nearby bench to observe his surroundings. he sighs in contentment before turning to the person next to him.

“aren’t you dancing tonight?”

[codyoftheargonauts]

    ---- “so what do you say to a little night time exploration?” cody asked, a wicked grin across her face. she turned to start walking before the other even agreed. this certainly wasn’t typical behaviour of hers. but. something in her needed to just. go.

[ofagatas]

( ✨open prom event starter ) :

Ágata wandered the event venue, pausing every so often to make small talk with every familiar face she spotted. She had come because this whole thing had seemed interesting and like a nice way to have some innocent fun. That, and it was all for a good cause and the blonde was nothing if not charitable. She’d had at least two—maybe three—glasses of champagne at this point to ‘loosen herself up’ and knew that it was in her best interest to take it easy from here. With her low tolerance, she would have to pace herself if she wanted to make it through the event at least somewhat cognizant. Still, it seemed that her body was subconsciously against her when she found herself nearing the open bar once more. Coming to the realization that she was standing a little too close to the line to the bar, she shook her head at the person standing next to her. “Oh no, sorry, I’m not in line for anything.” She insisted, stepping away slightly. “After you.” 

[sethexe]

    ---- seth held up a finger and brought it to his lips slowly, eyes never even meeting the other. “shh. there’s dolphins,” he simply replied before meeting the other person’s eyes. seth was carrying his beard under his arm, obviously about to head into the water when he had stopped.

[lovebcrned]

“now tell me, do you know if there are any good german restaurants here on kaos? i’ve been searching for years. i’ve tried almost every place here but i’ve only gotten the stupid dirndl type places,” she sighed “now while i do enjoy a good dirndl, they aren’t very traditional at these places, and all i can get is bratwurst and pretzels and a little bit of beer. i would kill for some kügel or käsespätze, or even schweinshaxe, and frankly i am no good at cooking.”

[aramintiax]

╰ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ∗ 

     when she had the time to take a break, ara liked to look around the museum and just wander. it was peaceful and calming for her to just weave through the statues and be among old artefacts. that how she found herself standing in front of a painting of the illad from the renaissance - it was one of her favourite epic poems because it really showed the dichotomy between gods and mortals. a topic she found was always on her mind for some reason.

     “beautiful isn’t it?” she asked out loud. she had felt a presence behind her for some time now and thought it polite to invite them to conversation, though she didn’t look back and continued to gaze at the strokes of paint that covered the canvas.

[svbastian]

bash was still slightly new to the island, but he was already falling in love with it. when he had free time, he would go on walks and try to explore the city. find new places, new people, new foods. he was on one of those walks when he happened upon a book store he had never gone into. he had been meaning to get back into reading, as he fell off due to his work schedule, so he figured now was the perfect opportunity to go in and see what was available. he entered the bookstore, a slight skip in his step as was normal for the jovial boy and made his way to the bookshelves. he noticed someone else there and turned to them. “have any good book recommendations?”

[adcvis]

open .

It would always remind him of underwater- stygian blue washes across the bodies that dance on the floor. Strobe flashes blinding to the beat, a wave of blinding light where just for a moment Roman thinks he can make out others on the dance floor. A bolt of lightning illuminating the night sky on a loud night over the untameable sea. 

Dancing- drowning. 

Air thick and that coats and clings to their lungs, and there’s the unmistakable smell of spilt wine, crashed against by the vessels in the night, and saccharine sweet floral perfumes designed to intoxicate. But there’s no storm brewing in the sky, or if there was they wouldn’t be able to tell from their place in Eleutherios. 

He manages to make his way out of the dance floor, colliding and crashing against those who surround as they make their way up to the bar. Placing their empty glass against the wooden top, they lean beside another sat at the bar. “Don’t tell me you’re drinking alone on a night like tonight?”

[gcldenachilles-archive]

Open Starter

For the first time in an incredibly long time, Julien lets himself indulge in all the sweets and greasy food his heart desires. Right now he’s picking apart some cotton candy with his bare fingers, the sugar melting before it even hits his tongue, leaving his hand sticky and sweet. He scowls before he brings a finger up to his mouth to lick the sugar away. “This is disgusting,” he says to the person next to him, face scrunched up in distaste yet pulling another chunk of the sugary treat from the bunch. “Have you ever had this? I can feel my personal trainer judging me all the way from London.” His mother is rolling in her grave too, he doesn’t say, but he knows it’s the truth. Still, while he’s here he’s been told to enjoy himself so he tries to do just that.

[eleutherixs]

Open Starter

“Listen, I know what they say about Valentine's day. I know its a scam created by capitalism. I know that” he sighs, looking at the array of cute plushie bears holding little hearts, the heart-shaped balloons, and the heart-shaped boxes that surely house many heart-shaped chocolates inside. He thinks after this he’ll start seeing everything heart-shaped in his nightmares. “But this is the first Valentine’s day that I actually have a significant other so capitalism wins this round.” He crosses his arms over his chest and points towards the stand. “Now help me choose. A teddy bear, a balloon, or a box of chocolates? Or a mixture of two? Or all three? I’m not above that just so you know.” 

[floagreste]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

florian walks around the wide courtyard of the museum, cigarette between his fingers as his eyes travel up and down the walls and windows of the building. the museum really is majestic, it makes florian feel surrounded by a certain kind of familiarity. a weird way to feel like home. like the awakening of something deep inside him. he’s too distracted by his thoughts that he can’t hear the steps of someone approaching ‘till it’s a tad bit late. he can’t help but jump in surprise. “sorry,” he starts, looking at the other. “is this a non-smoking area? i’ll put this out now.”

[codyoftheargonauts]

    ---- cody watched as her matcha latte tumbled to the ground. she muttered several things under her breath before going to grab some towels. rushing back she looked up, “ah! stop or you’ll step in it!” she warned. cody grunted before turning to toss the dirty towels in the bin. “kobe!” she shouted before turning to the other. “all good? nothing on ya right?”

[ofagatas]

( 💕open starter : event 006 , the feast of saint valentine )

“What do you think classifies as a date?” Ágata asked, casually initiating conversation with the person nearest to her. It was her attempt at keeping herself from sulking due to finding herself alone on Valentine’s Day for the first time in a long while. “I overheard a little group of school-girls discussing what was considered a proper date and what wasn’t when I was in line for cotton candy earlier, and I wanted to get a second opinion. To me, a date is anything you want it to be. It could be staying at home on the couch and eating a little meal with someone, but from what I heard from them, if they’re not taking you out and spending loads of money on you then it isn’t a real date.” She explains, peering over at them. “I mean, I don’t see anything wrong with being spoiled for a date, but do you think all that is true?” 

[principeandres]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

it’s not that andrés is particularly romantic. hell, he doesn’t think he’s ever celebrated a single valentine’s day in his life. perhaps once. with ágata. he can’t be sure. removing the past has been a most painful task lately. but a little fair like this is always a chance to wreck havoc for someone like him. it’s a party. and andrés is here to celebrate.

the high from his latest drug of choice is making him feel all sorts of happy and content. like one of those children riding on the ferris wheel. the sun hitting on his back seems to ignite a fire in him. it brings him back to life.

he doesn’t know how but andrés finds himself standing one perfect shot away from getting the biggest teddy bear on the stand. the dart rests steadily on his hand and his eyes are focused on the last balloon on the wall. one shot. that’s all he needs.

“be my lucky charm and i’ll get you the prize,” he smirks, eyeing the person beside him for a second.