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

[admemoriam]

Oh, yeah! We're not from the same world, though. They just live on me and my boyfriends' farm.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan laughs, startled by the lick, and flushes red as soon as he hears Noah's next words.]

Have you been watching us?

[quickfingers]

[Someone with the name like Tailgate really should be able to party - damn, you did get the short end of the stick lil' man.]

At least that I can give to you in good conscience? If you weasel into anything else on your own, I'm stating right now that I said no and am not responsible. But candy corn? Eat your heart out, kid. Please. I don't wanna see it anymore.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan nods thoughtfully. He can see the issue already.]

I guess that's the problem with being too convincing. On the bright side, you get to make a bunch of straight dudes uncomfortable.

[nightmarist]

[It could be worse than having a handsome young man fall at his feet. Ronan sees him coming, tracking Mickey with his eyes all the way until the moment he's slumped up against his calf. Ronan, in a show of support, doesn't move his leg out of the way. Nor does he make a comment. He merely sips at his own drink and continues watching Mickey, waiting.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Small snort of amusement. ]

You're talking to a guy who almost always had cops showing up at parties during my teen wilderness years.

[quickfingers]

Jeez, undead folk are way more common than expected. [He whistles to punctuate that thought. Pegging you from the same universe just seemed - to make sense? But hey, alright. Undead's a popular theme.]

Guess that's the joy of the multiverse. I'm slowly becoming less and less surprised by this kinda stuff. Still not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

[heisenbitch]

But you said 'entirely intolerable otherwise', which implies you're finding all of this somewhat tolerable. Which translates into fun. Even if there's still a giant stick up your ass.

[admemoriam]

Not on purpose!

[His mind had reached out in the hazy stretch before sleep, and tuned into the energy down the hall.]

I'm not into it.

[magmamia]

[YOU NEED A LIVER BLUE]

[and he looks up, impressed despite himself] Did it come with you? I imagine not, what a shame, I would love to see one in person. And battle one! What an interesting mashup of types.

How interesting, I hope there are studies about this. [he nods] It's hard to imagine any Exeggutor being violent by nature, though I've only seen a few. They seem a very peaceful bunch, all in all.

Good, keep drinking. You'll get a hangover if you don't stay hydrated. [yeah. blue. and he glances away] No, I wasn't there as a trainer so much as an explorer, or scholar. I did get my Koffing in Kanto.

[magmamia]

Yes, that's what I meant. Sort of. [he sighs] I didn't realize, maybe I've been too... short with him.

[have a sidelong look] I assume you're thoroughly blaming yourself for it, as you do.

[that information makes his eyes widen then go back to his drink. sip sip.] Was she? I wonder how she liked this place. She always did have trouble with people, relating to them, understanding them. It must have been a difficult transition.

[fehus]

[he cocks his head sharply at that, face coming out from behind his hands]

Huh? What d'you mean?

[from where he's standing, he can't make any sense of anything]

I mean. Post-mortem, definitely might be a little late for my first girlfriend, yeah.

[halloflamer]

[Does he, does he really]

Nah, not the Alolan one. They're not much more aggressive than normal Exeggutor, but they can be fiercer battlers. But my Exeggutor- he's been with me since I was still battling gyms in Kanto, as an Exeggcute. He grows berries in my yard, you should come by and visit sometime. Get some berries for your Pokémon.

As for the battle applications... [Blue takes on a sly look, but there's a glint to his eye, real excitement- this was what he really loved.] You familiar with the move Trick Room? Exeggutor makes great use of that move, but it's even better for an Alolan one.

[Blue's mouth twists a little, then he leans over to the sink and pours some more water. Yup. Definitely still water going down.] Hah? When'd you become a trainer? [He frowns suddenly, eyes turning down.] ...Pokémon Mansion, right? On Cinnabar.

[quickfingers]

[Peter's already shaking his hand when that dawns a look of confusion on his face.

Handshake... slowing:] Kaneki? Ken?

[fehus]

Quit it! Stop testifying about your own ass!

[his nose scrunches, and if he were a rowdier boy, he'd be kicking Noah. but he's not and instead he just reaches out to poke at his mossy head]

Turn it off, this is a thought crime.

[jeaniegrey]

[ Peter likes sneaking up on people Jean and getting her to jump and scream so as to cause a fritz of sorts with her telepathy and/or telekinesis to clarify.

So, naturally, when he comes up behind her and tries to give her a spook via a breathy whisper against her ear, shivers run up her spine (no not those kinds) and she nearly drops hers drink. Really, he needs to stop doing that around her. ]

You're such a geek.

[ She mutters those words as she turns around and lightly gives a punch to his arm. ]

[fehus]

Prove it?

Don't prove it.

A tree, get a load of this guy, boss!

Be nice, Jack.

[Magnus returns to idly scratching at the laying Crobat, while Jack's engraved runes light up in a flickering line, up and down, which is his version of laughter]

Jack's fought like, giants and monsters and stuff. Trees and mortal heads aren't much of a challenge. [pause] Actually, he wouldn't even need to be the sharpest blade in the nine realms to cut off a human head?

[shoots Archie a Weird Look]

[admemoriam]

AND SO DOES MAGNUS!

[He means it to be a thought, but it rushes out as rushed, shouted words.]

BACKYARD, sort of A, sort of E

[gentrify]

[ mickey isn't asking jesse to dance - there likely won't ever be a level of drunkness mickey could get to that he'd want to pull someone onto a dance floor. that would require enjoying dancing in the first place. at least, dancing in any way that isn't headbanging in his boxers while he and ian goofy around in his room.

but he is a good level of blitz as Sweet Child O' Mine comes to an end and he spots Jesse across the yard, smoking and singing to himself. just as axl rose finishes his last trilling miiiine, mickey's tattooed hands smack down on jesse's shoulders from behind the bench he's sitting on, a jolt as his voice rips into another Guns N' Roses song, imitation of Axl's riffing singing and all. ]

Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty—

[ if jesse looks back at him, he'll see mickey didn't bother with a costume either - also not an activity he'd be caught dead in. instead, he has a somewhat fitting shirt, faded jeans, and a jacket tied around his waist, lettering displayed outward. he probably smells like cigarette smoke and whiskey, looks like he might've taken a pill or two as well. it's a party, okay, he's just doing what you're supposed to do at parties. and maybe trying to forget that he's miserable here without ian, you know, whatever. THE USUAL. ]

[fehus]

[the shove doesn't -- frankly do anything -- but Magnus makes a sound like some kind of animal getting caught in a door, the hair on the back of his neck standing up, as Peter's hands close over his face]

No -- stop, no -- no, stop --

[it's cheating, but he does use his super strength to easily -- gently -- push Peter off, breaking the hold with his forearms. No, Thank You!!!!]

Don't lie, you've never washed your hands, Maximoff.

[nightmarist]

Not into watching us, or the handcuff thing?

[quickfingers]

[His smile is wide and wicked, wincing playfully at her punch and then rubbing over his arm while mouthing 'worth it'. He then flicks his eyes over her, his runaway bride, pleased with their collective undead glory. While they stand up as individuals in the party (unlike Magnus,) they do look even better in a pair.

He clinks their cups together before taking a sip.] Having fun? I'm thinking tonight's a success.

A defrightful one.

[fehus]

[Magnus bursts out laughing, jumping at the sudden BOY SHOUT -- and then turns red at the content of said boy shout. no, stop, I am uncomfortable when about me?????]

Shut up, oh my gods -- like you'd know?

[sweet summer child etc]

[admemoriam]

The handcuff thing. [A sparkle flashes through his eyes, past the haze of alcohol.] Watching is my favorite.

[admemoriam]

I do though?

[He flops back into the grass, and his eyes drop. One hand gestures vaguely and appreciatively.]