OPEN; On Turning Nineteen

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

When; Evening, November 17th
Rating; PG
Characters; miss_waldorf and guests
Summary; Birthday soiree over at the penthouse.
Log;

When Blair turned sixteen, she wanted to be seventeen so she could seal the deal with Nate. Then when she turned seventeen, she wanted to be eighteen so she would be legal (not that she needed license to drink or that she would ever drive). Then when she turned eighteen, she wanted to be a proper lady, a 21st-century Grace Kelly with Hepburnian charm. But now that she is turning nineteen... she wants to turn around and grow younger instead.

After all, even the very Eleanor Waldorf said that she will never be more beautiful or thin or happy than she was before this. Apparently, it all goes downhill from here.

Blair doubts she is any thinner now than she was when she had the metabolism of a sixteen-year-old, but these days she doesn't recoil as much from the mirror. On good days, she can even watch herself eat without feeling sick to the bone. As for being happy, she bets that despite wearing black, she must be glowing from the inside like Chinese lanterns Love is what it's called. She must look so much like her mother does when her stepfather is around. She has found her very own Cyrus now, and with hair to boot.

So this birthday still calls for celebration. Tall white candles have been placed all over the penthouse although half lights keep the room from being too dark. A long dining table has been set with sixteen assigned chairs placed around it. Blair and Serena sit on either ends of it. Clockwise from Blair are Dorian Gray, Gabriel Sylar, Blue, Kanda Yuu, James Wilson, Arthur Pendragon, Peter Pevensie, Serena, Caspian, Peter Petrelli, Tony Foster, Sam Witwicky, Thom Reston, Faith Lehane, Rosella, and Blair again.

Eat heartily, converse with those beside and across you or declare a toast or two with the '95 vintage Krug.


[ ooc; if talking to a specific person or declaring a toast for everyone to respond to, simply indicate~ I'll be stalking all threads so Blair should be able to reply when mentioned. Also, feel free to play out any events after dinner. ]

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[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gray," he says, shaking the hand firmly (but not overly so). He almost feels he should win an award for keeping his lip from curling under at the name. But his bad memories aren't Dorian's fault, so he just smiles and nods. "I've known Blair for- oh, probably around seven months. That seems to be an awful long time here."

He looks around at the table. "Designating colors was a clever idea, don't you think? It got a few of us into outfits we would never have worn otherwise, at the very least." His gaze lingers on Faith.

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Dorian raises his glass in reply, as if that can easily say the pleasure's returned, which is what he means by the gesture. He takes a sip, thinking about his answer before he replies, if only because he's only known Blair for a couple of months. "Seven? Is that how long you've lived here, or only how long you've spoken to Miss Waldorf?"

He attention follows Sylar's to Faith, who he had met previously, and he smiles, a little. "I'm afraid I'm not quite used to the fashion of this place, yet. But I can't say I don't approve."

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[makes-you-tick.livejournal.com]

"You come from an earlier time, with more layers, I assume?" he asks, fairly curious about this man's origins. "I definitely don't mind it myself, but I'm fairly used to it.

He takes a sip of his own champagne, smiling. "And no, I've actually been here continuously a little over a year. About a year before that, it was about...four months, I'd say. So I've stuck around for about sixteen, maybe seventeen months? I merely didn't know what a pleasant person Blair was until recently."