St. Peter In Chains: The Collection. [OPEN!]

[meanwhileback]

Who: Penelope Lane, her models, her muses, her admirers, the curious and the critics. ANYONE. EVERYONE. GET IN HERE!!
What: Penelope's long-awaited runway show! Finally!
Where: St. Peter In Chains, abandoned cathedralish church.
When: Friday, June 29th! Eveningtime. Show starts at 7pm and goes... well. Until everyone isn't there anymore, I guess!! For whatever reason.
Notes: IMPORTANT: There's going to be a bunch of subthreads for different parts of the night. Feel free to tag around in them as you want! I'd like fabulous things to happen here, people. Fabulous. Things.
EDIT: NOW WITH ADDED TERROR!! SEE LINK BELOW!!
Warnings: Scary things, NPC death, injuries... horrors!!

The venue has been done up quite well for the occasion, all things considered. The old pews that were still salvageable have been repurposed and rearranged to face the aisle down the center of the enormous main room, where a raised runway has been set up. Lighting and temporary walls, and even an audio system have been brought in and installed for the occasion, and the impressive wreathed columns have been dramatically lit from below to emphasize the height of the room.

All told, it looks like it cost absolute scads of money to renovate an abandoned space to this level of elegance; whether this is actually true or not is largely immaterial. As with so much of society, it's the appearance of the thing that matters most, not the reality of it. Perhaps that's a statement Penelope Lane is making intentionally. Everyone knows the designer is one of the most outspoken members of her cohort, after all, and not one to misrepresent herself.

And she is, tonight, for one, brief, shining moment, entirely in control. Take plenty of pictures; it won't last long.

AND NOW: THE REAL SHOW BEGINS

Comments

[yeouiju]

Okay, well.

Sunny starts up the stairs, levering himself over where they've fallen in, lifting his weight off in subtle levitation when he feels vulnerability in certain steps. He doesn't appear injured-- at all, in fact, despite the state of everything else about him, and any weary drag to his limbs is more an expression of his mood than actually feeling tired.

"I'm gonna just-- okay. Count of three and I'm going to kill it." If Jae wants to-- duck somehow, or drop the spell, or simply brace himself, he can do that. The count down is pretty curt, and on the beat after three, Sunny throws his hand out once again in careful aim, making the immediate air rushing past Jae feel slightly warm, sound distorting just a little as the strange other half monstrosity is sent careening back with a telling squelch and snap. of impact.

A leap propels Sunny more towards where Jae is, offering a hand up that is more urge to get moving, help him down the dubious stairs.

[boomvox]

He does duck, kind of curls in on himself but doesn't move (because one foot is still stuck in a hollowed out stair step and he'd just fall over). When his spell dissipates he feels exhausted and shakey for having kept it up with such intensity for so long, and he also feels - monster goo, left over and having finally fallen on him now without that bubble.

Great.

Jae staggers up and down, hand in Sunny's again, wasting no time getting down the goddamn stairs now that they aren't being beset by whatever-the-fuck that was. Stiffly, "I don't even care what's happening out there, can we just go back to your apartment and take a shower and adrenaline make out and go to fucking sleep?"

[yeouiju]

That sets Sunny off, halting once they're at the foot of the stairs to kind of bend double with his hands against his knees to giggle. Once he's up again, he has a smile, hooking an arm around Jae's waist in a companionable doggish lean into his side as they walk. The clatter and clamour of drama echoes from distant corners of the building, but they aren't the only sane people making for an exit.

And Sunny has priorities. "All of those things, in that order."

[boomvox]

Jae curls his arm around Sunny's shoulders, painting a picture a bit like some kind of drunken stagger as they get out, amongst the throng of people still evacuating - Hellsing agents filtering in, medics setting up, chaos in a shoebox. They're going to have to walk for blocks to get a cab in this mess, but he just -

- stops for a second and leans over to kiss Sunny (out of order) because Sunny is amazing and Jae was so fucking scared, and he forgets to stop walking as he does this so he has to untangle for a second, walks backwards for a step, then takes Sunny's face in his hands and kisses him again, decisive, still tasting like stress and bottled-up fear in some slim way he's burying already. A run-on of events as much as that sentence; he rights himself again and grabs his partner's hand once more.

[yeouiju]

There are a lot of questions brewing between them, probably, or at least, the seeds of necessary conversations being sown. Sunny appreciates that right now, he can still be kissed, his hand coming up to grip Jae's arm and remaining almost passive-- receptive-- save for the fact he responds, a breathy laugh sealed off and cancelled.

His head rests on Jae's shoulder for just a moment before they have to split apart properly, hold hands, and go home.