october: free for all | ❝ lurking in the shadows ❞

[quickfingers]

WHO: EVERYONE? Anyone. (And Peter.)
WHERE: X-Fam House, Nonah.
WHEN: Friday the 13th!
WHAT: Giant ass Halloween party. On Friday the 13th. YOU ARE ALL INVITED.
WARNINGS: tbd, probably some disaster.
NOTES: So this party's invites are pretty scattered so if you have CR with Peter, you can feel free to assume you've been invited (if he hasn't literally ic inboxed you) or found an invite/ heard about the party from anyone else and are still welcome to have fun! Feel free to plurk me (valleyheart) if you have questions but aside from Peter's top level, it's free game to do what you want!



The Invitations

[If you're a friend of Peter you might've been invited personally, but even so you might find one of these bad boys slipped your way, in your mail or taped to the inside of your next pizza order leading up to the 13th. On the back of the invitation is a hand scrawled address in Nonah, the home of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr - if you're familiar, you're familiar. If not, doesn't matter, 'cause it's Peter's disastrous party about to go down and you're still welcome.]

The House

[The party takes place at the "X-Fam" house in Nonah, which some of you may remember hosted a bbq not too long ago. Yeah, the place where Erik and Charles live - not that this party's sponsored by them in any shape, way or form. In fact it's more of a "while the cat's away, the mice will play" type scenario because asking permission to hold a killer party is not something Peter did.

He was responsible enough however to use caution tape to cross off the doors of the bedrooms in the house, preserving the privacy of his housemates to a degree. The other rooms aren't off limits and neither is the backyard, all of which are decorated festively for the occasion. Cobwebs litter corners and hallways, weaving through the banister rails complete with fake spiders nestled in them. The curtains are somber, as a variety of stick on decals are covering windows and mirrors alike. Decorations sit on mantles and door frames, with each window sill featuring a lit candle or something equally spooky.

The backyard is lit by dim orange lights, featuring seating and open night air for those who wish to get out of a hot, loud house and admire the stars. Just mind the witch legs and don't litter cigarette butts everywhere, alright?

The door's open and a variety of tunes are playing, audible from the street.]

The Party

[So you were invited (or not,) and you found your way to the right house. The lights are dimmed and the music's loud, so come in and get a drink from the fridge or the creative yet nerdy 'keg'. Peter's no Martha Stewart nor is Wanda really in a mood to make a lot of cute treats so you'll have to put up with standard party fair: potato chips, pretzels, a huge stack of pizzas and a few large bowls of candy corn. That shit is everywhere, there's no escaping it. You need ice? Just don't choke on the critters.

Rooms not cordoned off are yours to wander and get wasted in, same with the stretch of grass in the back yard. Wander with your goblets of definitely spiked punch and a handful of candy corn. Because if you're not eating it then you suck.

At some point there will be a cake pulled out because Peter's drowning in sisters and Lorna's birthday is this month. Clearly the thing to do is to (monster) mash it in to the Halloween celebrations with a creepy cake. Say a spooky happy birthday to the girl with green hair when you get the chance.]

Comments

[fehus]

[he's Puck, obviously -- Magnus is a reader and honestly incredibly intelligent, but the statement makes him laugh. these private school boys could really be something else. it's weird to think he might have been one of them, in a different life]

Ahuh. Thanks for the clarification.

[he doesn't seem to realise he's said anything particularly notable or embarrassing, with calling Ronan lovable. he is, to Magnus]

Who would I be, o queen?

[nightmarist]

You're kind of an ass, so I'd cast you as Bottom.

[Incidentally also the object of Titania's romantic obsession? Let's not talk about that.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesus, what a skyscraper of a kid. What a costume. At Ronan's remark, though, Jesse stops gazing in curious appraisal at Ronan to peer down at himself. ]

Man, who even knows. Probably. [ Pausing to light his cigarette. He takes a quick drag and pockets his lighter as he looks back up to Ronan. A sweeping gesture of his hand at himself, a wry smile tipping up the corner of his lipstick-smudged mouth. ] This is what happens when you show up to a Halloween party without a costume like a loser: People make sure you look like even more of a loser.

[knaval]

That was because you were making me look at that disgusting candy corn, which I tried, by the way, and it tasted like wax.

[he blows an annoyed puff of air out his vents.]

...Give me a minute. I pounded back some human booze before I came over. Pre-drinks, y'know?

[fehus]

Now that's a mean joke...

[Magnus may be incredibly intelligent, but he stops at the first and most obvious interpretation, occam's razor and all. he chuckles, interspersed with;]

Heehaw, heehaw.

[nightmarist]

You should've known what you were getting into, man. This world takes costumes seriously. A consequence of superheroism and supervillainy.

[Though Ronan can't blame Jesse. If he wasn't capable of literally dreaming up his costumes, he'd never put in the effort himself.]

[nightmarist]

Perfect. You got the part.

[Ronan sips at his drink, glancing at those lipstick marks again.]

So, you and Alex?

[h2no]

I got four here, though a bunch back home.

[he scratches his beard for a moment, thinking.]

I think you'd like Wailord best. Or maybe my Walrein.

[heisenbitch]

[ A shrugging show of his hand, like he's both conceding to and agreeing with Ronan's point. ]

My fault for changing my mind at the last minute about not coming. Good thing I don't give a shit, though, huh? [ Another drag. He gestures that same hand at Ronan. ] Nice Queen Of The Damned costume, though, or whatever it is that's going on here.

[h2no]

[a couple bounce off his chest and arms when he raises them, but archie catches like three and shoves them into his mouth.]

Ha! Fire does nothing for the god of--OH GOD THAT'S SPICY!! HAAA!

[nightmarist]

Queen of the Fairies, actually.

[He suspects Jesse will appreciate the joke.]

[fehus]

[ah. he flushes bright enough that he's an evening sun version of his usual high noon light. this is the conversation he'd been a bit -- afraid of, he supposes, a fear he's decided to set aside for Alex's mental wellbeing (which was far more important than any weird hang-ups he had about discussing his relationship status or sexuality with the population at large). in light of how tonight has made him Feel -- grinning in the dark, overwhelmed, shockingly normal -- the question doesn't seem so scary and invasive, anymore. it doesn't hurt that Ronan is, possibly, his best friend here, apart from Alex]

[he nods, confirming soft but firm;]

Yeah. Me and Alex. It's -- [there's an entire smart boy dictionary's worth of words that could here. amazing, shocking, insane, perfect, terrifying. so Magnus ends with;] -- a lot. I mean, I'm definitely in love with her, and basically have been I think since we met? So.

[so]

[jeaniegrey]

[ While they hadn't exactly talked much, Jean was aware of Lorna's being here and who she happened to be. Really, it was starting to become a thing where she couldn't help but wonder how many other kids Erik might have out there from other universes and the like, never mind their own.

A glance back, strands of red covered in a bit of (fake) blood draping over her shoulder, she smiles a little to the other woman and tilts her head some, drink still in hand. ]

Can't say that I do. Lots of space out here, too.

[nightmarist]

I could tell.

[Before the lipstick evidence, even! It has been pretty obvious since Alex's arrival. Ronan punches Magnus gently in the shoulder.]

Congratulations, you bastard.

[Truly, Ronan's happy for him. He suspects that, much like himself and Adam, Magnus and Alex are meant to be together on some cosmic level. After all the bullshit he's gone through, Magnus deserves this. Alex does, too.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse does. A snort of amusement escapes him, followed by a laughing smile. Probably the first actual smile he's given all night. He can't help making a joking dig at Ronan. ]

Thought fairies were s'posed to be cute.

[nightmarist]

Am I not cute?

[He is not cute.]

back yard!!

[garotted]

Hey.

[ long fingers tipped in bright red nails pluck the cigarette right out of jesse's mouth, and bring it-- to morticia addams's lips. alex smiles around it as she takes a drag, mismatched eyes a little too bright. she's obviously just a little bit tipsy, and there's a scarlet lipstick mark on the filter as she offers the cigarette back out again, breathing smoke slowly through her teeth. ]

What the Hel is going on with your costume? [ is it even a costume, or did someone just have a great time with fake blood and eyeliner? ]

[fehus]

[somehow it's not the reaction he was expecting -- which is more on his own lack of self than anything to do with Ronan -- and if he weren't einherjar strong, he'd probably have stumbled sideways with even the gentle punch. as it is, his mouth drops open, working soundlessly for a few moments before he breaks into that same kind of grin as before; overwhelmed, expressive, like he's never heard the word "Ragnarok" or been harpooned like a seal on the battlefield. he's so -- he's so fucking happy. he can't believe this is his afterlife. he's used to living and dying with so, so much less than everything he's ever wanted]

Th-thanks.

[he stutters it, and he should probably be swaggering back at Ronan, but instead he hides his face, that grin, in his hands. he isn't sure how to process being this happy anymore, in front of people]

[though he does manage to sputter, incredulous;]

Wh-what the fuck? How did you know?

[bestpirate]

[Another fit of chuckles escapes Jack once the poor man starts complaining about the molten cheesy lava within his mouth. Jack warned him, didn't he? He did say fire. Those damn cheese doodles are spicer than the flames of hell and then some. It serves Archie right to suffer. However, Jack feels like being benevolent in his own quirky way.]

Shhh! This is no way for a "god" to behave! Settle down, I have the remedy.

[He picks up a glass of water and drowns its contents dry before sauntering right over to Archie with such maddening glee within his eyes. Jack grabs the man by the side of his face and before Archie knows it, he's being kissed. Well, not too much kissed as he's being given water in the most provocative fashion.

However, it's still quite lewd of a Kiss, no? Poor Archie.]

There! All better, no?

[halloflamer]

[If Blue sees the eyeroll at all, he either doesn't care or doesn't comment on it. His grins just gets shittier when D33 clearly almost says my boyfriend, taking a sip from his drink with a knowing smirk. Ahuh. Uh-huh.]

[And then he chokes on his drink.] That was him!?

[He coughs a little- ow, beer down the wrong pipe burns- eyes watering even as he breaks out into giggles.] Hahaha, well, he makes just as good a girlfriend, don't he!? Hahahaha! Lucky you!

[h2no]

[the moment the water enters his mouth, archie's brain finally catches up with what's happening and he jolts backwards, spraying it out.]

I taste alcohol more than water! Augh!

[sticking his tongue out, he childishly rubs his hands over it.]

You, sir, need mouthwash before you go kissin' Poseidon, aye?

[divaricate]

[Aaaand she's going to go off in the other direction and hope there's less shit to deal with over there.]

[heisenbitch]

Maybe in a terrifying, Goliath-sized diva kinda way, sure.

[ Amusement is still playing around the edges of Jesse's smirking lips. A nod of his head at Ronan's almost empty cup. ]

Want me to grab you a refill, Tinkerbell?

[fehus]

[right. Archie's friend, the guy that -- ]

You set yourself on fire.

[and Magnus offered to heal him. granted, it's shocking how often he offers to heal people who have set themselves on fire, around here. that's the #teenlife maybe]

[he doesn't particularly like to be touched by strangers, but the other option is sitting here with deadlegs waiting for his stomach to stop bottoming out, which it won't, if Mightyena could burst out from behind the house at any moment. so Magnus takes the hand, and lets Maxie tug him up, dropping it quickly. he looks a bit shaken, but he pushes through it]

Sorry. I'm fine. I'm Magnus -- I offered, um, a heal. I should have guessed that was Archie's.

[heisenbitch]

That's 'cause I did, 'cept with some chick's eyeliner.

[ Leaning across to Archie to light his smoke for him. ]