Miss Martian's Halloween Dance

[bioshift]

WHO: EVERYONE!
WHERE: Some big warehouse in Heropa.
WHEN: 8pm - 2am / Oct 29th
WHAT: Miss Martian's Halloween Dance!
WARNINGS: Someone is likely to spike the punch bowl, so expect potentially drunk teenagers and anything that might entail.

COME ONE, COME ALL

This is gonna be a party to leave you all sleeping till noon the next day. Top comments will be posted momentarily.

LINKS

SPOOKY DANCE FLOOR
PUNCH BOWL & SNACK BAR
PHOTO BOOTH
SOFA PIT
HAUNTED HOUSE + TRAIL

( REMINDER: This is an open invite party! Bring all your friends! Feel free to post anything extra you might have that doesn't fit into any of the locations offered! )

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DANCE FLOOR

[bioshift]

The dance floor is what takes up most of the warehouse. It's decked out of course in immense decorations and mood lighting, cobwebs, a full cabin near the back that's hides at least four smoke machines and a number of shadow-casting silhouettes.

The SPOOPY HALLOWEEN DANCE PLAYLIST that fills the room comes from at least four large speakers, situated around the warehouse itself. The DJ booth is tucked in the far, left-center, only really getting into it once enough people have shown up.

ota if you wanna /THRILLER/

[lyingheart]

[ Will Graham was right.

Not only is some mix of Thriller playing in the first hour, it was in a class earlier in October. Which means Annie knows a dance that isn't whatever the hell this other dancing has been, and she's, well. Propping up the elbow of the person next to her and indicating what they should be doing. ]

Like that, both hands. Make claws.

[ Annie, in her Prince costume, will then continue to demonstrate.

Because we're all zombies dancing Thriller now, even in this mix way. They can make it work. Even if she has to nudge her unexpected partner to the left when they're supposed to zombie march that way. ]

WHOOPS but hi

[soldiarity]

[ Even though they came together, Reiner is prone to letting Annie have her space for the most part -- not that he can't use some space either, lately -- but it's not like him to leave her alone entirely. He comes closer after watching her dance a bit, an eyebrow raised.

There's something jarring and anachronistic about their costumes, not just in role -- but Reiner knows why Annie would reject the role of Sleeping Beauty and he wonders, however idly, if being put in Krista's shoes to some extent will allow him some insight into her sainthood -- but in theme entirely, fantasy medieval a strange and idealistic twist on everything they ever grew up knowing. ]

Who taught you that, Annie?

hello, my friend!

[lyingheart]

[ There's enough of a joke in their costumes as it is, seeing what idealized version of a world before all the hectic drive found in this place might have been. Nothing like the stories, as far as she's concerned. Princes and Princesses didn't live glorified lives simply due to rank. There's a cost for everything, even hedonistic indulgence. Running around ignoring your kingdom was a surefire way to end up deposed, assassinated, or depending on your luck, trapped in Titan form for sixty years. (Joking.)

Annie glances up at Reiner, face inscrutable at first. She relaxes into something less obvious about being on guard. Reiner isn't who she's guarding against. ]

Dance class. This whole thing is called Thriller. You're supposed to be some kind of... Risen.

[ Nah's word for zombies. It's the one Annie has continued to use, even all these months later. She turns in her stiff legged circle (the joke being she finally looks as stiff as people kept accusing she would when she'd made the inquiry on network last month). ]

Going to keep staring, or will you join in?

HELLO...

[soldiarity]

We'd look ridiculous dancing together, you know.

[ However she decides to interpret that, though if it's the height difference he means it probably goes without saying it wouldn't be the same kind of issue were Krista really here. He watches Annie's movements with an expression somewhat torn between amused and observant, wondering the point of the dance still and finding it funny, somehow, seeing Annie getting into it. He's not used to getting to know her on such a personal level, it's still odd to him learning new things about her, some that he might never have learned had they both remained home. And the reverse applies as well, most likely, although Reiner wouldn't know what about himself Annie might find surprising to learn. She in fact seemed to find things about him obvious even before he himself was aware enough of them.

This is what it means to be friends and not simply comrades. So, he mimics her movements in a slow and unpracticed kind of way, bare feet deftly avoiding stepping on her shoes. ]

I don't know what that is. [ A "Risen." ] Why are you learning to dance?

[fistofthejoestar]

[Frankenstein Jonathan was actually just trying to navigate around the dance floor from the snack table when he finds himself conscripted into this thing. he holds his hands up, but it's to make a conciliatory gesture rather than the aforementioned claws.]

I'm afraid that I'm not really the best choice for this.

[he is waaaaay out of his element when it comes to the dancing of the future, and he knows it.]

[lyingheart]

[ Join Annie, the equally out of her element and not even two months of lessons and practice into all this nonsense. She calmly evaluates Jonathan, craning her head back. She flexes her fingers, contracting and expanding her "claws." ]

Didn't ask for the best. Just an effort.

[ She nods her head to the left. ]

Arms up. We're supposed to move that way now.

[fistofthejoestar]

[well...he can do effort, at the very least. and isn't this whole party supposed to be about enjoying himself through new experiences? Jonathan hesitates a moment longer, then decides to just give it a go anyway and obligingly follows Annie's instructions.]

I just hope I don't step on anyone's feet along the way.

[he's joking now, the words not meant to be used as an excuse]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[If she spoke to Jakuzure at all during her very brief stay here, Annie may just recognize Uzu's halloween costume as the outfit she was wearing. To his credit he even got a wig matching her pink hair perfectly as well - which will also explain why he said her leaving ruined the costume somewhat.

But her instructions don't really get much acknowledgement, as he waves them off with a hand.]

Don't worry, I know how to do this. [A beat.] Or are you trying to show off what you've learned?

[Teasing just a bit.]

[lyingheart]

[ Annie had actually met Jakuzure in person, making it fairly easy to catch on to who Uzu was supposed to be, and making him the second man in more feminine clothing she'd seen tonight. (Then again, she'd arrived with Reiner, and having a Sleeping Beauty to her Prince Philwhatever made a different sort of humorous contrast for anyone who'd recognize why Annie herself would object to being Sleeping Beauty herself.

Uzu's tease garners a quirk of her eyebrows, though her expression remains carefully neutral as she says: ]

It's the only time I'll get to show off my mastery of Risen shuffling. Unless we suffer another infestation of the walking dead and I get tasked with infiltrating their shambling army.

[ Look if it worked in Warm Bodies it might work with zombies here. She's joking, and she's frankly uncomfortable with why non-imPort zombies had been here at all, but that's neither here nor there. Particularly not when she's zombie claw walking back the other direction and facing left-right-left. It's a Thriller~! ]

Nice dress. It shows off your legs.

[ Which is actually a genuine compliment, weirdly... enough......... ]

OPEN.

[soldiarity]

[ Reiner, dressed to match Annie with a crudely polished plastic crown cocked at an angle in his hair -- the costume is a bit small on him, skirt hanging by his knees, and he seems to have forgone matching shoes in favor of wearing none -- does not look amused. He looks, in fact, like he'd rather be anywhere else but here but is making the effort anyway, perhaps because he feels he owes it to Annie somehow to be there with her. It's not her fault he's not been in a celebratory mood for quite some time now, after all. Now that they're friends, she's the one he has to be there for; neither of them really have anyone else, not in comparable ways.

He isn't dancing, although -- arms crossed -- his fingers drum in time with the music now and then against the opposite bicep. He doesn't really understand how this is music that can be danced to, but watching everyone else allows him to pick it up a little through observation. ]

I don't think any of the dances I know would fit this music... [ In terms of formal learning, he's only familiar with more traditional affairs. ] Or does everyone just make it up as they go?

[real_archer]

[Annie had warned Artemis that one of her friends was here in a pretty pretty princess dress to match her dashing prince, and Artemis has been on the lookout for him ever since.

Artemis has very good eyes.

She sidles up to him with a hint of a smirk.]

You just make it up. Reiner, right? Nice costume.

[Artemis is herself in a dress, which is slightly out of character. Still, even though she's dressed as Alice in Wonderland, she decided to skip the mary janes and stick with her usual combat boots. She can't have every part of her outfit be totally impractical.]

[soldiarity]

[ 6'1" and in a dress, Reiner is not the easiest person at the party to miss. ]

That's me. And you're one of Annie's friends, right?

[ He looks down at her shoes, wondering if he should have just worn boots himself -- but in the end it's not like it's that cold out. Reiner doesn't seem uncomfortable in his costume, except in that he doesn't seem quite sure what to do with his hands, which clutch occasionally at the skirt restlessly. ]

It was her idea -- I mostly came so she wouldn't have to come alone. [ Not that she'd be alone, but he can guess at what Annie means to do for him by forcing him out of the house. ] What's yours? And how much harder is it to dance in a dress?

[real_archer]

Yeah, I'm Artemis. Well... [She glances down at her outfit.] Alice. You know, like "In Wonderland"?

[Annie got the reference--she's not sure if that's because the story of Alice exists in her world or if that's just Annie picking up on her surroundings.]

And I have no idea about dancing in dresses. This isn't my usual gig. Can't be that much harder, though.

[yatagarasu]

[Hey, it's the guy who was on the network talking about titan shifting - one of Annie's friends from home! Kay walks up to him with a cheery wave and a glass of punch. She hasn't run into him lately, so maybe she should refresh his memory.]

Hi! What kind of dances do you know?

[soldiarity]

Me? Ah, well, I don't know them that well, but there were a couple folk dances you could learn. And then some people just did whatever they wanted if they had a few drinks first.

[ Ah, a soldier's life. He looks at Kay, remembering her with relative ease after a brief moment of double-checking with his memories. ]

What about you? We can dance, if you want.

[yatagarasu]

Oh, quite a few...and sure, I'd love to! Reiner, right?

...By the way, nice dress. [A giggle. At least she doesn't needle him about it further.]

OTA!

[bodyshots]

[When in doubt what would make a good costume in a world that's not your own? The internet is your friend. Which is why Yang, clad in fake fur and wispy fabric and carrying a somewhat strange staff probably looks like an extra from a film about Greek myths. Hair pulled partway up in a messy twist that's already coming undone, the ivy wrapped around her head drooping at a slight angle, Yang works her way through the dance floor picking victims at random. Anyone who looks like they aren't having as much fun as they could be is a primary target.]

Dance with me!

[Regardless of the actual response, whoever she grabs is hauled onto the floor with her in a whirl of fabric and hair, bright smiles and flashing eyes.

Maenad Yang, High Priestess of Party, is taking on all comers.]

[anthropophagite]

[ kaneki is a pirate today, switching his regular white eyepatch for one that has a skull on it, and he is even holding a fake sword on his belt.

he had no plans of dancing and only passed by the dance ring to see how it was, until he notices Yang basically grabbing him by the arm and tugging him towards the dance floor. ]

A-ah... sure...? [ Kaneki, the person who is incapable of refusing others ]

[bodyshots]

[Smile broad and bordering on predatory, Yang gives him a spin and then tugs him in a little closer, though only enough that no one else will think to try and cut in unless they're particularly brave. Then her smile dampens a bit to something more normal, and she holds a hand out even as she dances, expression friendly as she can make it.]

Yang, by the way! Nice to meet you!

open!

[glitterateur]

[ It's a good thing every part of Mabel's costume (an adorable and awesome aviatrix ensemble) is securely fastened, because she is out on the dance floor busting some moves. She's clearly having a blast and not seriously concerned with dancing to the beat. It's really a miracle that her goggles are still on her head considering how much headbanging she's been doing.

Not even a pro partier like her can dance to every song, though, so she does have to take the occasional break. She leans against a wall, elbowing the person next to her and speaking loudly enough to be heard over the music.]

Do you think the DJ takes requests?

[gonstop]

[Wrapped up snugly as a mummy coming undone, Killua's been a regular on the dance floor as well. It's his first Halloween celebration, so of course he's going to give it his all! Of course, it's also his first time dancing, so it's a little rough.

But he's having fun, and that's what's important! He takes pointers from other people, going with the flow. And that includes peeling himself away from Gon to investigate things (like the snack table or the dance floor) on his own from time to time.

Like now, where he spots Mabel just as she's taking a break. With the elbow and the question, he laughs, pointing upwards in his thought.]

Can you normally? You should just ask! [The worst the DJ would say is no, right?] Do you know these songs, Mabel?

[glitterateur]

Most of them! Like the Ghostbusters one, that's one of my brother's favorite movies so I know the whole theme song by heart. [Mabel takes a step back to assess his costume. If there's one thing she knows (besides stickers and boybands and everything about rainbows) it's Halloween costume quality. Mummy's are underappreciated and Killua's done a fine job wrapping. The overall look earns a grin and a satisfied nod.]

I like your costume! You did a good job. This is your first time dressing up for Halloween, right?

[animalage]

[Gar can't dance worth a damn, but bless his soul he's been trying. After stepping on his own feet a few too many times though, he's had to take a breather. He too is taking a break, chillin in his (not so)awesome Martian Manhunter costume made of black clothing, red duct tape and a blue blanket, when Mabel elbows him.]

Probably. What kind of DJ doesn't? [As if he knows. He's never been to a DJ'd party before, let alone any other type of party.]

[glitterateur]

The rude kind that can't appreciate disco hits. [She knows this from experience.] But as long as it's a seasonally appropriate request, this one'll probably listen to me.

[She gives him an approving thumbs up after taking a look at his costume.] Your cape's great! Is that tape? [No judgement here. Duct tape is a valuable construction tool.]