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]

Yeah, always.

[he tilts his head, interested in about the Sword Pokemon, but Archie doesn't quite know its name, so he figures... maybe he'll try and look it up later]

Wanna meet him?

[h2no]

[he grunts in thanks as it's lit, taking a short drag.]

Yeah? Ain't a bad look for you. [he gestures at the huge black X on his own face that's always there.] S'fun, too. Though this is more a cultural thing...

[shrug.]

Whatever, looks good if ya neaten it up a bit.

[fehus]

[Magnus chuckles, tsking]

I don't get it, but I'll respect your trauma. You realise the power to turn Cyndi against her is in you, thought, right? Two words: bad karaoke.

[heisenbitch]

Ah. Figured. Saw you two hangin' 'round together.

[ ...Aaaand... then, it suddenly dawns on Jesse who this person is. The familiarity clicks into place. He freezes. The shift in Jesse's expression, from flirtatious smile to sudden wide-eyed realisation while staring at her - him -, is almost comical. ]

Oh, my god.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse had been lost in thought about— Well, it doesn't matter, really, but the disconnected way he's been watching people in the backyard having fun makes it obvious he hasn't exactly been lost in good thoughts. But the cigarette being suddenly plucked from his lips - that snaps him back to the present. He blinks his mildly startled focus onto the cigarette theft, and— Oh, man. The hot Morticia Jesse has noticed here and there around the party. Alex. The chick he spoke to over the network.

Despite himself, a small smile tugs on his lips at seeing her. Then, as he's taking the cigarette back, he glances down at himself. ]

Ah. [ Vague, self-deprecating chuckle, with a vague, self-deprecating shake of his head. ] Nothin's going on with it, that's what. [ His attention returns to Alex. ] Last-minute decision to accept Magnus' invite to the party. Didn't have a costume organised, so rocked up, y'know... not in costume. Got mobbed by drunk Halloween enthusiasts determined to either help me fit in or make me look like even more of a loser. Haven't quite figured out which yet.

[heisenbitch]

Whoa, whoa. [ Hands coming up fast in either defence or surrender, as the pirate tries launching himself off the couch with that girly ass shriek. And thank god Jack falls back onto the couch. ] Jesus, man, chill. Yeah, no shit, too much rum.

[fehus]

[Magnus jumps a bit at the (other) voice, because even if he's been very chilled by the dual influence of a) enjoying a night out with his hot GF and b) pumpkin-flavoured beer, he's still kind of a jumpy little fuck]

[he doesn't recognise Kaneki, of course -- and flushes scarlet]

Uh -- uh. Sorry.

[he isn't actually that sorry, but isn't that what you're supposed to do, when you burp in front of girls? outside of Valhalla, anyway, where burping was a gender-inclusive sport. gotta love that feast hall culture]

[he nods at the water]

DD?

[heisenbitch]

[ A slight raise of his brows at that barely there smile Jesse spots on D33's face. It's enough to cause a subtle shift of amusement to form on Jesse's face. ]

Wow, was that an actual smile I just saw? That looked like it hurt.

[bestpirate]

But rum is good, 'innit? [He mumbles quietly as he cracks open his eyes.] Well, good in smaller quantities.

[A chuckle escapes Jack, one he immediately regrets once the headache worsens.]

Is it too much to ask for water? Shoo, shoo!

Re: 5

[fehus]

[although Magnus usually avoids touch, he's a few pumpkin-beers deep and doesn't jump as he usually would, at the unidentified tapping. he just turns, grey eyes shining with a mix of alcohol and the enchantment of Dating, to see who wants his attention]

[instantly, his face grows comically horrified]

Uuoooh, nooo.

[a disgusted noise, and Magnus shields his eyes with his forearm, demanding]

Who did this to you? Man, who put you through this? Here, spit here --

[he holds out his plastic solo cup]

[heisenbitch]

Like water's gonna do any good sobering you up at this rate.

[ Fine, whatever, though. With a roll of his eyes, Jesse steps away for a moment to pour Jack a glass of water from a pitcher nearby, then he's back in front of him again, holding the glass down to him. ]

Need a ride home?

[h2no]

Sure.

[archie nudges crobat, who's perked up slightly.]

This ain't a battle, alright? You stay there.

cw: homophobia

[heisenbitch]

What, the emo fag look?

[ Because that's how the eyeliner thing looks to Jesse: emo fag aesthetic. ]

terrible boy

[h2no]

[too tired to really care, archie just flaps a hand at him.]

Oi. Be nice. An' how is just eyeliner emo? Ain't that a state of mind or somethin'?

[hondoyota]

[It takes most of the party and several drinks, but sometime after Magnus' conversation with Ronan, Adam wanders over, drink in hand, and leans against the porch banister near where Magnus. He doesn't say anything yet, just glances over at Magnus, taking in the costume and the lipstick marks, and then looking down at his beer.

Adam's jealousy and paranoia over Magnus and Ronan keeps eating at him, and he wants desperately to find some resolution for it.]

[admemoriam]

[Noah loops his arms around Ronan's shoulders the best he can, and presses a sloppy kiss to the side of his face.]

If you crush my antlers, you're making me new ones.

[quickfingers]

[He'll give that some consideration but he's still cringing at the last time he sang, even if it was for a good cause, the tunes of Miss Lauper. He vowed never to return to the act, even if to undermine her with terrible vocals.]

I think she'd like that, though. Seeing me struggle inside? [Peter drops his hands, distractedly knitting his brows as he notices his palm awash with blood that is brighter, fresher and less fake than the rest. He uses his other hand to rub at his ear, where it's also smeared.

He tries to ignore it, it being the gash in his palm from his loco sister, and just applies a bit of pressure in hoping it stops dripping blood on everything. This is perfectly normal, totally casual, so clearly he doesn't address it to Magnus - just ignore it, totally.] I just have to figure out who she hates listening to, cancel her out it. I hear Bieber's not universally loved.

[admemoriam]

I dunno. I know, like, three.

[Including himself.]

And we're just like normal people, man. Normal people with shittier backstories.

[magmamia]

... well, what did he say?

[HE DOESN'T HAVE A LOT OF INFO HERE OK]

[fehus]

[this is certainly an unexpected companion in his quest to Chill Out Chase, and while a part of him instinctively wants to abandon the porch as Adam settles near him, he stands his ground. he's not afraid of Adam Parrish, even though he can do things that Magnus fears. it'd be like fearing a hurricane; it can't help that its winds blow and take out the trees and buildings. fearing it isn't practical. maybe that's why Magnus has simply been running for cover, instead]

[still, Magnus isn't the one to break the (un)comfortable silence, sipping at his solo cup against the railing, still ignorant of the red marks of Alex Fierro all over his face (some friend, Ronan!)]

[admemoriam]

I'm not critiquing.

[He takes the moss out from behind his ear, and sets it on his nose.]

I'm just explaining why everyone's naked.

[magmamia]

[.... ok that wasn't. the best way to be known but it's not wrong. he is that guy.

he huffs] I... yes, well, I'm getting used to my abilities. Is all.

[it strikes maxie maybe this guy is afraid of dogs??? or pokemon??? which is ridiculous obviously pokemon are sweet perfect angels but hey. fears happened.

he gives mightyena a look as discretely as he can and mightyena whines but trots off. for now.]

Yes, I remember- thank you for the effort. And of course it's Archie's, he's obsessed with sharks and is utterly ridiculous. [he sighs] I'm Maxie.

[fehus]

[Magnus blinks a few times, and then -- ]

Oh. Man, I constantly forget you're a telepath? That's embarrassing.

[he flushes, caught in wondering at his friends' nudity. that's super embarrassing! fuck]

We're going to have to stop talking about everybody being naked like right now.

[he deeply suppresses the faintest image of Ronan, striking and huge and shining, by picturing a bunch of pumpkins with lewd carvings instead]

[magmamia]

[yes he can drink the fucking water!!!!!!! you'll get a hangover idiot!!!

maxie watches this, wondering if there's some story here. probably, right? way to read the obvious social cue, maxie. at least he's trying.] And then rivals, it seems.

Well, your town is certainly impressive for raising two champions. Try not to drink too fast. [jesus. he continues to monitor water drinking like the world's grumpiest parent]

[admemoriam]

Oh. Sorry. [His cheeks, already rosy from drunkenness, color even more.] I always forget to ask. Thoughts sound just like talking, to me.

[He doubles over, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the grass.]