capemods: (Default)
capemods ([personal profile] capemods) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-10-15 12:42 am

i need a knack for keepin' out of trouble:

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.
acrossyourpath: (claws)

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2012-10-18 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ She stopped walking, tilting her head up to look at him again. ]

I thought I'd ask.
enigmaestro: (Tangent.)

[personal profile] enigmaestro 2012-10-18 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, so you're playing considerate leader, is that it? [He kissed her forehead, quickly, as if thieving the contact.]
acrossyourpath: (my kitty sense is purring)

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2012-10-18 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Don't I always?

[ She tugged the tie again, sharply. ]

Come along.
enigmaestro: (Busted.)

[personal profile] enigmaestro 2012-10-18 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
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: (smirk)

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2012-10-18 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Let's not play that game.

[ She hummed again and tugged him down an alleyway. ]
enigmaestro: (Concern.)

[personal profile] enigmaestro 2012-10-18 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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: (coy)

[personal profile] acrossyourpath 2012-10-19 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Felicia's smirk hooked, sharper, and laughed mildly. ]

You would.