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

[garotted]

Little bit of both, [ alex says cheerfully, smile teasing as she leans back on her palms and crosses her legs, bobbing a foot absently. ] You're going to have to come to the one in the Meadows as an actual.. something, you know, so the same thing doesn't happen again. I think Magnus and I are doing Roger and Jessica Rabbit or Hercules and Xena.

[ roger and jessica would probably be easier. less leather, fewer props. slightly warmer, too.

she gives jesse a thoughtful once-over, brows lifting. ] Not drinking?

[d33tached]

[It's probably a pretty comical sight, D33 staring blankly at Magnus while he tries to chew through the wad of dignified wax in his mouth. He eyes the cup, shakes his head and then tries to speak, but. Nope. Still chewing. He holds up a finger, rolls his eyes a bit. Finally, he manages to swallow.]

They taste fine. [Wait. Rogue piece stuck behind his teeth. Chew, swallow.] And I am certainly not going to spit.

[He still has some dignity, Magnus.] Aren't you drinking from that cup?

[Speaking of which, he takes a sip from his own and makes a face - every time.]

[hondoyota]

Are the lipstick marks part of the costume? [Adam asks, because he has no idea that it isn't, or that Magnus doesn't know. They certainly seem to suit the costume.

He's trying to relax, but he feels small and scared and tense. He understands why he doesn't like Magnus. It's because Ronan likes him so much, and Magnus is good for Ronan. It only seems to accentuate Adam's fear that he himself is bad for Ronan.]

[fehus]

[if there's one thing Magnus recognises, could recognise from across a gods damned room, it's Real Blood. his face suddenly screws up in concern, and he feels out Peter with his alf seidr, coming across the bright red sear of pain in his hand]

-- Hey, idiot, you're cut.

[Magnus steps off the wall, coming closer, but he doesn't touch Peter yet]

What'd you do? I can heal that.

[this is Magnus' way of saying, Let Me Heal That, though he doesn't reach for him with anything but imploring grey eyes]

[fehus]

[of all the things he was expecting Adam to say to him, some nonsensical comment about his costume was not among them]

-- The what?

[so, no, they're not]

[d33tached]

Terribly.

[It sounds like a joke, but he doesn't really look like he's joking and this is D33 we're talking about. He takes another sip from his cup - he's getting a little better at not wincing every time it goes down, but he still wrinkles his nose a little bit.]

This [he holds it up] is repulsive. [Aaand another sip.]

Have I already said that you look ridiculous?

[halloflamer]

[Sure, yes. Drink the ...water.]

[And drink Blue does what's in his glass, swirling and glancing at it a little before sipping again. He shrugs and nods at Maxie's assumption, even though he doesn't really seem like he wants to talk on it much more.] Pallet's alright. Quiet. Anyway, we run the Battle Tree facility in the Alola region now. You ever been there? They only just started up their Pokémon League, before that they had their own traditions.

[Change the subject, very sneaky, Blue.]

[h2no]

He won't talk about it. He deflects me.

[archie grunts.]

He's avoiding me, too.

[fehus]

It's okay.

[he thinks, as loudly as possible, that is if you eat BOOGERS, you BOOGER-eater, because he's very mature and dead and etc]

[d33tached]

Is that supposed to be some sort of joke?

[His glare is just as heavy as it would be sober, the only difference being that this one just screams, 'What did you just say about my boyfriend?' At least he isn't saying it out loud yet.]

Clearly the costume was convincing enough. Is that not the point of this wretched holiday?

[Actually, come to think of it, if anything this party has only made it even more confusing what the actual point of Halloween is - it's not even taking place on??? Halloween???]

[garotted]

[ her hands tighten against his hair and suit jacket as he actually leans in to kiss her for once, practically melting into it like she's some kind of damsel in a dime-store novel. she can't help it, though-- magnus is the only person she wants like this, hopelessly, helplessly.

she's startled into laughter again as he steps on her dress, and follows to kiss him once, hard and quick, before shifting out of his arms and leaning down. she works the hem of her dress up above her knee, pinning it there so even the longest parts barely brush the floor. ]

There. Now you're less likely to trip me or yourself. [ she eases back in against him, then, until they're practically pressed together, arms curling over his shoulders once more. ] .. I can see we have some things to work on, though, if we're going to be doing couple's dances very often.

[hondoyota]

[Adam's lips twitch as he realizes that Magnus doesn't have a clue. Pulling out his phone, Adam sets the camera to selfie mode and then shows the screen to Magnus. Instant mirror.]

[nightmarist]

I'm not fucking blind.

[He would literally have to be, to miss all that lipstick. Which he still isn't pointing out.]

It's written all over your face.

[Again, literally. But also in the other sense. Magnus has never looked this happy before, not as long as Ronan's known him. It's enough to warm his cold, cold heart.]

[quickfingers]

[Peter looks up at Magnus, still holding his palm sort of hoping it'd just stick together on its own before shrugging. That's right, you're all about those heals - and although Peter's somewhat reluctant, he takes his hand away from his upturned palm to show off the jagged edges of two somewhat parallel cuts that still ooze red blood. And that nasty clear shit Peter still doesn't know the name of.]

Funny story - my sister tried to kill me? [He says it like a joke and it's exaggerated... somewhat, but he just flexes his fingers. And then regrets it because, ow. Blood.]

It didn't look so deep before.

[nightmarist]

[Jesse apparently knows the way to Ronan's heart. He drains the rest of his cup and hands it over.]

Good man.

[fehus]

[it is completely absurd, and he feels faintly like Sam, oggling Amir's forearms at Fadlan's Falafel (which yes he caught her doing and yes has gently ribbed her about), but he full-on oggles those revealed legs. he wonders if Alex shaves them or just elects not to grow hair, when she wants to have smooth, long legs like a vampiric goddess. he drags his eyes up belatedly, just as Alex eases back into him, and it takes him another few moments to find his tongue in his mouth (gods, he's going to be going awoooga! like a cartoon lech, next)]

[after clearing his throat;]

We could stick to instructional dances white people do at weddings. The Macarena. Line dancing. The Electric Slide. The non-Chase Cha Cha Slide. The Chicken Dance.

[it is even more absurd, but after the words "the Chicken Dance" leave his mouth, he leans up to kiss her again, one of his hands navigating up from her waist and into her hair, grown long and black for the occasion. he prefers it green and some degree of fluffy under his palm, but frankly, those red lips are the main event, not her on-point Morticia hair. he wants to feel her melt against him, again, like before. when they break off, long moments later, Magnus mumbles]

Or we could, could keep working on this.

[kiss-dancing, which is maybe couple's dancing??? unsure, needs more kissing/research]

[halloflamer]

Hah? Well, I guess. Or an excuse, anyway.

[Just what does he mean by that? Well. Maybe someone'll tell you when you're older, Deedee.]

[The glare rolls right off of Blue too, cuz he's too busy continuing to drink, then claps an arm over D33's shoulder.] Hey, don't ask me, I don't really get it either. Think they got this holiday 'n... some other regions, not mine. You havin' fun though? Party's good.

[He has booze, so really, that's all that matters.]

[nightmarist]

It's a deal. I kinda wanna nap, anyway.

[But he's steady enough on his feet, for now. Ronan shifts around a bit until they're both comfortable, cradling Noah against him.]

Magnus thought your costume was Cool Fungus.

[fehus]

[behind his hands, Magnus makes a groaning noise. he doesn't feel like he'll be emerging from behind them, ready to face how embarrassing he is at apparently all fucking times, any time soon]

That's exactly what he said. [a pronoun shift, reflecting the day Alex actually confessed to him] Actually, he called me Bambi? Which I guess is worse.

[not everybody can be cool and collected and sharp and good looking, he wants to argue. it's not fair, that Alex and Ronan both have the ability to not broadcast their feelings to a room]

[d33tached]

[When Kaneki mentions that there are other people who have been flirting with him tonight, any trace of a smile that had been on D33's face fades into a small scowl. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised - he has eyes after all, and there is no denying that Kaneki looks, well.

[Like nothing D33 has ever seen before, he thinks. Enough to make him reconsider the aesthetic appeal of women. But that doesn't mean that anybody else should be looking.]

Is that so?

[His voice is low - dangerous, almost. But he doesn't shy away from Kaneki - only steps closer, somehow, closing the distance between the two entirely until they're staring at each other nose-to-nose.]

If you're left wanting for an impression, Miss...[His voice is barely above a whisper now as one hand slips slowly down and over Kaneki's side, all the way down to the top of his thigh where it stops to rest. He let's his nose brush lightly across Kaneki's cheek as he moves his head to breathe against the man's ear.]...I'll do much more than dance with you.

[admemoriam]

Dude. [The word is half laugh.] That's what I'm gonna tell people it is, now. I'm the Coolest Fungus.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse takes the cup and disappears briefly inside. When he reemerges, he's carrying two cups, lit cigarette dangling between his lips. Joining Ronan's side again, he holds one of the cups over to him. ]

One refill for the giant pixie fairy. [ With his hand now free, he quickly takes his smoke from between his lips and gestures with it at Ronan's weird jewellery. ] Man, aren't all those bangles and everything annoying the hell outta you?

[fehus]

Trifold ass of the norns --

[the dumb Nordic expletive bursts from him, and all the serious teen drama between him and Adam pops like a soap bubble. he's incredibly embarrassed? he's been walking around the party like this since -- gods, they danced, probably? shitting shit]

[cheeks turning the same colour as the lipstick, he rubs at his face, really making a worse mess of things, but -- well, he's never had to deal with lipstick marks before, and that much is very obvious]

[he manages to stutter out]

-- I guess, they are now... gods...

[d33tached]

[Oh, Jesus, not this moron again. Learn to watch who you're heckling, D33. It's probably the near-complete lack of clothes that made Odin hard to recognize (and, let's be real, got D33 staring in the first place). As the man gets closer, D33 puts up a reflexive hand, nose wrinkling at the display (lewd, and somehow entirely unpleasant now that he realizes who he's talking to). This doesn't stop him from getting whapped in the face by Odin's cape, which leaves him scowling.]

Do mind your costume, you--

[He stops himself short of saying something Not Very Nice - why? Who knows. Probably because, judging by everything that D33 has seen from Odin thus far, he's almost definitely the type of person to cause a gigantic scene over pretty much anything and D33 is really not trying to deal with that right now.]

It's a sweater. [So, are you saying you're not a cool and amazing genius, D33?] You might think to put one on.

[Actually, speaking of which-- He pauses, takes a sip from his drink.] Aren't you cold?

[hondoyota]

Hey.

[Adam reaches out and catches Magnus' wrist before he can smudge them much more. His grip is very, very gentle, meant only to calm, not to restrain.]

Leave them. Are they from Alex? You should wear them with pride.