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[capemods]

WHO: ImPorts in Venezuela
WHERE: Mérida, Venezuela
WHEN: October 15th 2012 - October 18th 2012
WARNINGS: Strong language is likely. Potential violence.
SUMMARY: President Pisani throws a festival for imPorts one and all! While this is a catchall log for the first four days and set wholly in Merida, you are not limited to those parameters. If you want to pursue your own logs too, feel free!
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like.


It was a beautiful city, green and lush. Morning mist locked fingers with older stone and quiet brick. Much of the populace lulled in the valley between two solid growths of mountains, cushioned in an ancient palm and electrified by the lively pulse of the crisp, rain-courted air. The temperature is brisk, chilly, but that shouldn't discourage you from enjoying the lakes and rivers breathing through the land. The city itself is equally crisp and its usually pristine avenues are ablaze with color; banners and posters and warm hellos. There was warmth everywhere, in homes and faces and hands.

Welcome to Mérida, Hero.

Comments

[acrossyourpath]

So-- [ She pulled her head back so she could look up at him, green eyes large and playful. ] You need something to keep you busy behind the scenes, mm? How unfortunate.

[enigmaestro]

You didn't seem so occupied yourself. [He met her eyes, tilting his own head.] I thought we could find some activity mutually beneficial, don't you agree?

[acrossyourpath]

What can I say -- you caught me at the right time.

[ She cocked her eyebrow. ]

I think we could find something entertaining around here. Somewhere.

[enigmaestro]

I know. [He said, glibly referencing the time he spent researching her movements beforehand. Edward was a man of preparation, after all.] You're inclined to leave all -- [An idle wave of his hand, at the colorful and joyous crowd. Swirls of smiles and flashes of arms.] This?

[acrossyourpath]

I've been dancing a few hours. I don't mind trying something else. [ She ran her tongue across her upper lip, watching him. ] Leave it for what?

[enigmaestro]

Oh, look at you. [His tone lowered, he practically purred this now.] So daring in your suggestive -- well, everything, I suppose.

[A conscious beat followed.]

We could head back to the room.

Or we could find some place here.

[acrossyourpath]

Aren't you daring.

Not afraid of the cameras?

[enigmaestro]

They can't be everywhere, can they? This isn't Big Brother, watching us. [A beat, and he slid a hand down her back, artfully flicking his fingers along her spine.] Besides. We could always rely upon your powers.

[acrossyourpath]

[ She made that noise again, a thoughtful hum that sounded like a purr. ]

You know I can only promise good luck for me.

[enigmaestro]

Hm -- [A thoughtful beat, one entirely too theatrical to be organic.] And what if I'm connected to you?





[... He smirked.]

[acrossyourpath]

I'm sure that does help your chances.

[ She took hold of his tie and turned, casually tugging him along with her. ]

[enigmaestro]

-- This isn't a leash, you know. [Came the mildly disgruntled protest.]

[acrossyourpath]

It is now.

[ She turned her head, to smile. ]

If I use it like one.

[enigmaestro]

You wouldn't like it if I utilized a similar artifact for the same purpose. [He muttered this, though it was well within earshot as he begrudgingly trailed after her lead.]

[acrossyourpath]

Good thing I don't wear ties.

[ She laughed mildly. ]

Where to?

[enigmaestro]

I could so easily improvise. [He moved up close behind her, real close, and wrapping his fingers around her hips.]

Aren't you playing leader, now?

[acrossyourpath]

[ She stopped walking, tilting her head up to look at him again. ]

I thought I'd ask.

[enigmaestro]

Oh, so you're playing considerate leader, is that it? [He kissed her forehead, quickly, as if thieving the contact.]

[acrossyourpath]

Don't I always?

[ She tugged the tie again, sharply. ]

Come along.

[enigmaestro]

You aren't really wearing the pants in thi--aakk!

[The dulcet sound of a syllable choked from Edward's throat, as he was lead along by Felicia's hand. He didn't squander catching up, as it meant catching his breath.]

[acrossyourpath]

Let's not play that game.

[ She hummed again and tugged him down an alleyway. ]

[enigmaestro]

All right. [He spoke in a curiously pacified tone, eying the darkness of the alleyway with a grin.] I like this game better, anyway.

[Hands reached for her shoulders, pushing her hair away to expose the back of a neck that was soon met with lips.]

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia's smirk hooked, sharper, and laughed mildly. ]

You would.