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

[quickfingers]

Right. [They're going back to that, aren't they. Damn.]

So, well. Friendly bickering went really sour - somewhere around me calling her a witch bitch, but in my defense she is bitchy and dressed as a witch. I know in retrospect I could've not said what I said for some other reasons, but it escalated from there.

[...] It could've been worse. The only reason I got fucked up was because I've been drinking.

[fehus]

Yeah, no, "I should have dodged" is like, a concerning reaction to that?

[he frowns, eyes dropping to the carpet]

Not that calling her names was like, a bright idea. She can't really be friendly if her emotions are turned off. Which is also still pretty concerning.

[...]

Um. Yeah.

peter: explains stories so well

[quickfingers]

[Peter sucks in a breath.] I mean, I cut my hand because I did dodge - but I was [vague hand gesture] and it was [vaguer hand gesture] and it almost kinda ricocheted into the crowd. So I grabbed it. Which, when you're not really thinking about what you're doing is a terrible idea at high speeds.

I like broke my hip too, it's been amazing. [Exaggeration is his coping method in times of stress, alright? He's got a bruise the size of a baseball though, but he's not about to show you while they're two dudes standing in a bathroom with the door open.]

We kinda threw beer at each other, that was the real kicker. [He chuckles, despite himself.] I really got her good with that. It's really not funny, except it is.

Re: peter: explains stories so well

[fehus]

[oops that convoluted story didn't matter -- Magnus' eyes immediately drop from Peter's face, and it might be more obvious this time, that he's taking in what kind of damage was hiding on Peter]

What? Let me see your hip.

WHOS GOT TWO THUMBS AND FORGOT TO TRACK

[h2no]

[archie flaps his hand dismissively at d33, only paying attention to kaneki.]

Thanks! It's slutty Poseidon! What did you come as, [pointed glance to d33] beautiful?

[h2no]

I've never seen a proper sword! I panicked!

[he huffs, flopping onto the ground next to crobat. other side.]

It's okay, Jack, I believe wholeheartedly and without needing proof believe just by looking at you that you're the sharpest god damn thing I've ever seen.

[h2no]

Why wouldn't I? If I'd treated him like a fucking human instead of just waving him off when he was upset too, then maybe it wouldn't have happened. This ain't Team Aqua fucking up because I think waking up Kyogre would help the world, this is Matt lashing out after his best friend treated him like shit. That's on me!

[he throws his hands up, getting a bit of vokda on camerupt, which he immediately takes his bandana off to wipe at.]

She seemed her usual self, from what I saw. I even met someone who said she was her friend... [he's quiet for a moment, wondering how to phrase the next part.] The other woman - Hazel - she was ported out a while ago. She's back now, but doesn't seem to remember anything. I'd know, because she set fucking carnivorous butterflies on me, the bitch.

[h2no]

Don't think so. He's not a big party guy. He likes showing them off, though. They like the attention. He's also gooot... Blastoise, who's a giant bipedal turtle with water cannons, Venusaur that's literally a dinosaur with a flower on its back and Pikachu. That's... a yellow rabbit that can use electricity.

And they all mega-evolve. Except Pikachu.

[admemoriam]

[Noah laughs, just a little.]

Yes! And two pumpkin beers, and- [He reaches into his pocket (???) and miraculously produces an appropriately themed flask from underneath the skintight fabric, which is apparently bigger on the inside.] -this was full of whiskey when I left the farm.

[admemoriam]

[Oh. Okay. Even though his spectacular inebriation, Noah notices that he's making Magnus a little bit uncomfortable, and he leans back in the grass.

Stupid, stupid.]

I mean, to each his own butt. Or her own butt. Or butts, plural.

[quickfingers]

[Peter's chuckle kind of dies and he watches Magnus watching him.] What? No, it's fine.

Stop undressing me with your eyes, Chase. It's just a bruise. [A pretty good one from smashing up against that table, and his ankle's seen better days. But does he frowns at drawing too much attention to himself here.]

[knaval]

I can't smell it.

[there is now a dangerous amount of smoke coming from under his leg.]

[fehus]

[shit, did he say something stupid? he wasn't implying anything about the Poly Goth Commune (as Alex calls the Meadows crew, about the camp) bringing selective asses into it. he pinks, humming an agreement, and falling into awkward silence again for another couple of moments]

-- Sorry. I'm not as, like, savvy as you guys? With all that stuff.

[All That Stuff: source?]

So I never really know what to say...

[fehus]

"I like broke my hip" doesn't sound like just a bruise. You realise it's really easy for me to heal, right? Like, I'm bad at most stuff, but actually okay at healing?

[he will never understand the resistance he gets, offering to heal. it made sense in Valhalla, where dying with glory was preferable in most cases than being repeatedly healed (which was also frustrating to him). but it makes no sense here, with mortals, who treat their bodies like disposable garbage]

Small stuff takes like, no energy.

[magneticxman]

Lorna smiled and poked Bruce back. "Thanks. I hope people like it."

She offered her hand, motioning with her head toward the dance floor. "Want to dance for a bit before I let you loose to terrorize the female portion of the party?"

[magneticxman]

I mean, compared to real zombies you guys are Mr. and Miss Universe. Sorry, bro, but it takes a lot to creep me out anymore.

[magneticxman]

[Lorna takes the beer and takes a drink before answering. It's important to be properly intoxicated at a party, after all.]

Nah, the green fairy, spirit of absinthe and muse to lousy drunks the world over, once upon a time. But I can see why you'd think Tinkerbell. You're what, a zombie undertaker? I like the irony.

[magneticxman]

[When Jack leans in close, Lorna instinctively reaches out to touch his face. She might not be in the mood to be stolen, per se, but she's in the mood to flirt with disaster, certainly.

When she replies it's a whisper so he'll have to stay close to hear her.]

I'd like to see you try

[quickfingers]

[He waves off such worry with a flippant hand gesture.] I don't even feel it, at least not anymore.

If it's bugging me tomorrow I'll give you a call and strip for you then. I kinda wanna see what colors it'll turn too, it's not often I get whacked that hard.

[fehus]

[Magnus' blond eyebrows draw in, and he looks at Peter in pure Nordic consternation for a moment before... dropping it. he won't force healing on anyone, outside of crises situations]

Does your -- does Erik know? About your sister turning off her emotions.

[quickfingers]

[Peter pokes at the spines of books in the library, admiring the boring selection.]

She's kinda hard to miss. I try to stay out of her shit right now, but I doubt she's hiding anything from him. And I don't really know what to say to him about it - hey dad! Wanda's off her rocker, golly gee whiz that's the shits.

[nightmarist]

I'll text you the address.

[It's hardly urgent. Ronan's much more interested in Jesse's personal dilemma. Not that he thinks he can help.]

Is it that they still won't obey you? That's not really strange. You're creating something with its own mind. It thinks and it wants and it lives, all without you. You aren't very worried about what God wants you to do, either. Right?

[fehus]

If they're close, maybe he could talk her out of doing this dumb crazy thing?

[he doesn't quite sound as if he believes his own suggestion; Magnus doesn't particularly Rely, ever, on adults to fix things, but... Peter's whole life has all these messy familial strings, still]

[quickfingers]

I don't know how much he could really help my sister. It's - I'll admit this part is stupid but I don't really like having to turn to him for help, too? It's a weird balance in this house and while it's kinda cool having him around, I'm also feeling some strange vibes.

[God, why is it always you he's having serious discussions with about life. You're a good bro but you shouldn't have to put up with so much Conflicted Peter.] Part of me prefers to be able to take care of Wanda and myself without him, like we have been taking care of ourselves our entire lives.

[fehus]

That's not stupid? I literally have an estranged god-dad, dude. Asking for help from somebody you barely know but are somehow related to and who gave you weird powers is weird and hard.

[Magnus makes his way to the stacks on the other side of the room. he looks relaxed, even with his concern for his friend; having these kinds of conversations doesn't scare him]

...But it's not like asking for his advice would be like, giving up all your autonomy or whatever. It'd just be advice.