Why Don't You Go Where Fashion Sits?

[these_guys]

Who: Participants of the Kalosmas New Year's Event!
Where: The Hotel Richissime, in scenic Lumiose City, Kalos!
When: Wednesday, December 31 - Thursday, January 1!
Summary: After all the shenanigans of Hoennween, it's about time everybody had a chance to relax and unwind, courtesy of some actually benign NPCs. With all the luxuries of the Hotel Richissime waiting at their disposal, that shouldn't be too difficult a prospect!
Rating: PG in general; please mark threads that go higher accordingly!
Log:

☆ GROUND FLOOR ☆

FOR ROOM DESCRIPTIONS OF THIS FLOOR, PLEASE GO HERE!


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☆ UPSTAIRS FLOOR ☆

FOR ROOM DESCRIPTIONS OF THIS FLOOR, PLEASE GO HERE!

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A FEW OTHER SETTING NOTES:

• At the moment, this log spans the entirety of the New Year's Eve plot, so starters may be posted for any time on either day of the event. If things start getting massive and it looks like an overflow log will be necessary, we'll definitely see about putting one up, and will link it to this one if need be.

• The Event Itinerary can be found here! Remember that participating in this course of events is not mandatory, but it's what will be going on in the grand scheme of things over the course of the event.

• All event participants are being housed on the fourth and fifth floors of the hotel. Your bedrooms are laid out like this; if you participated in our IC Rooming Roulette, you can find your buddy on this table here!

• Most activities here will be free! ICly, your characters will use their room cards to "pay" for most things, and the charges will be applied to their room (which of course, they are not paying for personally). Gift shops, parts of the casino, and food not provided as part of the event are not chargeable to your rooms and characters will have to use their own money in those locations.

• Underage characters may use the casino; however, they may be subject to some social scrutiny and side-eyeing in the event that they attempt to get in on one of the high-roller tables.

A NOTE ABOUT USING THREADS ON THIS LOG FOR AC:

Because of how our AC period works (the grace week into January still counting toward December), all threads on this log are valid toward December's AC, regardless of timestamp! However, because the log technically spans two different months and we want to encourage tagging out on it, we have also made this decision:

On this log and this log alone, comment threads timestamped in January (OOCly) that reach AC-length may be used towards January's AC, as well. Therefore, if a thread on this log reaches AC length with 10+ comments timestamped in January, you can use it toward January's AC (assuming the same thread has not already been used to satisfy December's AC).

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☆ QUICK LINKS ☆
MAIN EVENT INFOPOST | QUESTIONS FOR MODS

Comments

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He looks at Raikov, finally, because he's been sort of avoiding the man's eyes. What is he supposed to say? No, everything is not all right, I think I might have actual feelings for you and it's scaring the hell out of me? That's kind of a bombshell to drop right now, and besides, who knows if Raikov even feels the same way.

Then again, maybe it doesn't matter if he does. Feelings or not, this is nice. Dancing together, holding each other... He's happy like this. He really is. Does he need anything else? ]

Everything's... fine.

[ And almost everything is. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov frowns. He expected that answer from him, of course. He'd been with him long enough to know when something was on his lover's mind.

The Russian strokes the back of Valmont's head and leans in closer with a concerned look on his face.]

You seem distracted.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He flinches a bit at Raikov's touch, but doesn't pull away. ]

That's ridiculous. What would possibly be distracting me?

[ Oh damn, he hopes Raikov doesn't think he doesn't want to be here. He wants nothing more than to be here right now. His grip on the other man's waist tightens a little, as though he thinks Raikov might try to run away. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

What indeed.

[He almost leaves it at that but that'd just leave a bad taste in his mouth. There is the chance that Val really doesn't want to be here right now. But then why would he have asked him to dance...? To cover up something?

He's probably just over analyzing.]

... Would you prefer we stop dancing?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

No!

[ It comes out a bit louder than he intended. Some of the couples dancing nearby stare pointedly. He lowers his voice. ]

No. Just... let's just not say anything, all right? Not right now.

[ Because if he keeps talking he's just going to make things worse for himself, isn't he. He leans his head closer to Raikov's shoulder. If they can just finish this dance... ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[... Raikov's torn. Question him more and possibly find out what's wrong or just pretend nothing's wrong and ultimately ruin this last dance?

... Yeah, he's going for the former.]

There's obviously something upsetting you. Did I do something wrong?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Damn it, Raikov. ]

Not this time. If you must know, I'm afraid I may have done.

[ Sigh. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[You don't just leave someone hanging![

You haven't done anything wrong other than trying to hide whatever's bothering you right now.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You don't - I -

[ He suddenly, uncharacteristically buries his head in Raikov's shoulder. Raikov smells great, as always. It really isn't fair. None of this is fair.

Well. There doesn't seem to be much turning back at this point. He takes a deep breath and mumbles something very quickly, of which the only potentially intelligible word is: ]

...feelings...

[majorcrotchgrab]

Mmph...

[... That was unexpected. Raikov glances down at him, not that he can see. Over the music and the fact that Valmont's mumbling, he couldn't really make out what the man said.]

What?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I said I might have feelings for you, you bloody idiot!

[ Well, that came out louder than he intended. If Raikov could see his face, he'd notice that it's about ten shades redder than it's ever been. ]

I mean -

[ Should he take it back? Can he take it back? His hands let go of Raikov's waist, the better for him to make a quick escape if he has to. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Valmont's face isn't the only one who's super red. Even if he sort of figured the man felt that way, hearing him say it... in that odd way he does things... It brings a smile to his face.

Raikov quickly grabs Val's hands and attempts to coax him back into dancing so they don't attract anymore attention than they already have. If he does, the Russian leans in again and whispers into his ear:]

... I might have feelings for you too.

[Part of him is teasing, the other is telling the truth. It isn't as difficult to say as "I love you" is.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Er.

...Right.

[ He lets Raikov maneuver his hands back into position, stunned. He honestly hadn't been expecting Raikov to reciprocate, and certainly not that easily. Hadn't he only been keeping him around for companionship and sex? Yes, he seemed to care a bit more than he ought to at times, but... actual feelings?

...Now what? ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Go on as if nothing's changed because it really hasn't. Valmont confirmed Raikov's suspicions and it's much easier to reciprocate once someone else has done it first.

He says nothing else, just enjoying the moment as they dance and feeling happier than before knowing someone genuinely cares about him in this world.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Maybe nothing's changed for you, Raikov. Valmont has never had feelings more positive than annoyance for anyone besides himself, ever, much less confessed to same. It's freaking him out, man.

The song gradually, mercifully ends, and for the second time he releases Raikov abruptly. There's an announcement, something about the holograms starting in just a minute, but right now holograms are the farthest thing from his mind. ]

I think I may need to sit down.

[ Fainting couches are a thing they have here, right? Or... anywhere? ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[The fact that he pulls away so quickly worries him. Why is he acting so strange? Should he have said nothing? Is it that unpleasant a thing? His smile fades away and he glances around the room.]

There's some chairs over there. Are you going to be alright...?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Following Raikov's gaze, he begins heading over to the chairs. Hopefully Raikov will follow and not leave him alone to collapse. ]

Do you expect that was particularly easy for me? That any of this is? I'm not - I don't do relationships, I'm -

[ Well, whether he does them or not, this does rather seem to be a relationship, doesn't it. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[... Oh for the love of God. That's why he's stressed out? And here he was all worried it was something serious. It figures. Only Valmont would have a coniption over something so mundane.

Raikov does help him over to one of the empty chairs though.]

I'm sorry admitting you love me took so much out of you. It must have been very traumatic.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

L- love - ?!

[ You hear that? That's the sound of Valmont choking. No, I'm serious, he's actually choking. You'd better know the Heimlich maneuver, Raikov. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[... This is both pitiful and amusing. Mostly the former though. Has this guy ever dated anyone before...?

But Raikov slaps him on the back in hopes that that will be enough to help him.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He has not, in fact. WHAT GAVE IT AWAY

...That is not the Heimlich, good sir. But thankfully, it seems to be enough to clear whatever was obstructing his airways. Valmont coughs and splutters undignifiedly for the better part of the next minute, then turns to glare at Raikov, eyes watering. See what you did! ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[The fact that love has him this freaked out.

The Russian is unimpressed but cracks a smile at the sight. Valmont panicking like this is funny. He almost feels sorry for him. Almost.

Raikov kneels down in front of him and quietly snorts as he shakes his head.]

Oh, Niles. What am I going to do with you?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Wait, what is he kneeling for, he's not going to - jesus, Raikov, that's moving a little fast, isn't it? No, get a grip, V, that's not what he's doing, don't be stupid.

He averts his eyes and, with a bit of difficulty, answers Raikov's question. ]

You are going to watch the holograms with me.

[ Because they're starting. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[You're such an idiot, V.

Raikov laughs and grabs a chair to sit next to him, deciding to stop the subject for now and enjoy the hologram show.]

Alright, alright. As long as you don't choke again.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ It's why you love him. ]

I wouldn't have if you hadn't brought up that - that utterly absurd - absolutely preposterous idea -

[ Don't talk during the show, boys, it's rude. ]