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]

Keep in mind my dad tried to shoot a president and end the world. [Peter's stubborn but relents with a sigh.]

Maybe I'll ask. I've just been talking to Jean, really. Trying to work out what to do.

[fehus]

Is that working? What's Jean think?

[fingers trailing along book spines, with more care than one might expect]

[quickfingers]

We just kind of agreed we have to be there for Wanda, but it's hard - Jean doesn't want to get in her head without consent. But it's not like Wanda's in the right headspace, but who gets to make that call?

[Peter slumps onto the couch, laying his head back against the cushions behind him.] It's a no win situation.

[quickfingers]

Zombie groom. [He corrects, jutting his chin out a bit to punctuate the sentence before gesturing at the crowd.]

My bride is out there, somewhere in the wilds. So right now I'm just an undead fiance, I guess? Doesn't quite hold up solo like you, absinthe fairy, but I like to think it's not half bad.

[quickfingers]

You've seen real zombies? [God, please tell them they're a maybe his universe thing but at the same time don't because that's a terrifying thought.]

[quickfingers]

[Peter manages to swallow the candy corn with a twinge of ptsd.

Before wrinkling his nose.] Uh. Buddy...

[quickfingers]

[What spacious pants you have, all the better to store things with, apparently.]

Niiice. It always pays to come prepared? I'm due for another beer, but I don't want to be the person who has to refill the pumpkin.

[Says the guy who hosts the party, ughhh.] Y'want anything from the table?

Re: Ronan Lynch | OTA

[pigmypouter]

[There was actually some conflict about the costumes initially—Blue had put up an impassioned but ultimately unsuccessful bid for Titania, and it was only partway through a lecture about the lack of strong female roles in Shakespeare that someone was smart enough to suggest Hyppolyta for her instead. This works better, anyway. The beaded jewelry that drips off her head and neck looks queenly enough, and she feels like she could actually kill a man in this toga. No boob cutting, though, she's not that committed to the fantasy.

Blue finds Ronan in the backyard admiring some glowing pumpkins, and for a moment it strikes her how....Ronan he looks in the dim orange glow. It makes his cheekbones look even more deadly, his jaw sharp enough to cut a person. He's terrible and beautiful and wow, what's in this drink?]

You look sparkly. Persephone would love it.

[heisenbitch]

[ Not urgent tonight, no. Urgent in that... Well, it's on Jesse's mind to follow up Magnus' offer of help, although he supposes Magnus could tell him where to find these meadows. Ronan's remark about God, though - that has Jesse swinging a cynically skeptical glance back up to him. ]

That's a big leap, going from guy with cartoon problem, to God.

Re: REGGIE MANTLE ( + Archie Andrews ) | ota

[pigmypouter]

[Blue isn't even lingering long, just making her way from one end of the party to another when her beer is unceremoniously yanked from her hand. The culprit is exactly what you'd expect him to be, but committing to the whole costume ain't cute when you're faced with a five foot tall girl who's seriously considering committing to her costume too.

Her costume is deadly Amazon queen. Just FYI.]

Well.

[She takes her cup back, but stares him down mercilessly.]

Was that absolutely necessary?

[nightmarist]

[If not for Adam's insistence, their roles would be reversed, and Ronan likewise takes a moment to privately admire Blue in all her Amazonian glory. It turns out that she can look fierce and regal when she's wearing something other than Regretsy fashion. Who knew?]

I've got nothing on Noah. He's shedding glitter everywhere.

[nightmarist]

It's a metaphor. Try to keep up. How about your parents? They made you and I doubt you listened to them. Maybe not ever. The moral is, don't create something with its own mind and expect it to obey you without question.

[pigmypouter]

[Blue is familiar with Alex by way of Magnus by way of literally all of her friends, but she hasn't spent much time with her yet. As one of the very few (or only) Meadows residents going to school, she misses a lot of the action around the house, to her chagrin.]

Love the costume. I loved Morticia when I was little.

[Blue settles next to Alex with no warning, drink in hand and a plate of food in the other. Her Hyppolyta costume is on the same level as the boys', though she's committed to the role of Amazon and bound her chest she could wear a half toga. A feat, to say the least, but it paired with the beaded jewelry dripping from her head and shoulders makes it just the right amount of Extra™.]

[pigmypouter]

No, that's just Noah normally.

[Ha ha, so funny.]

I'm proud of us. We should go someplace with a a costume contest. We'd win and then we could buy something with the prize money.

[Like a seeing machine. For the house. It could live in Blue's room.]

[nightmarist]

First of all, we'd be cheating.

[Or it feels like cheating, anyway, considering he made everything out of magic.]

And second, what the hell do we need prize money for?

[Because, again, he can make anything out of magic.]

[pigmypouter]

[Blue blinks up at him once, twice, three times before her eyebrows make a quick escape for her hairline and she sips at her drink. Ronan may not quite be the rich boy Gansey is or Noah was, but he still doesn't quite understand money like she does. It's not his fault, she supposes, but here it's gotten easy to forget the differences between them.]

It's good to have real money for things. Just in case, you know.

[She takes another sip, suddenly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation is heading. Thankfully, a savior in the distance:]

Ooh, a tree. Come on, I wanna go sit.

[Grabbing your big hand, Ronan, nbd.]

[nightmarist]

[Is she implying he might die and leave them penniless? Inwardly, Ronan concedes that maybe it's not such a bad idea for them to be planning for the event. It's sensible. He could easily end up like his father.

She doesn't give him the opportunity to think on it further, dragging him along in the direction of the tree. He goes willingly, bangles jingling with each step, and settles at its trunk, up against the crook of an exposed root.]

Maybe I should dream a tree that grows money.

[heisenbitch]

[ The look on Jesse's face - either Ronan has struck a bit of a nerve, or Ronan has raised a point Jesse hadn't really considered. It's hard to say. ]

Another metaphor? [ He gestures with his hands like they're balancing scales: ] Wanting your cartoon superpower to not be useless, screwing your kids up for life and making 'em hate the shit outta you - kinda wildly different concepts.

[ That's not to say he doesn't get the point Ronan is making, though. ]

[fehus]

[Magnus frowns -- this collection of books is pretty boring -- and turns to look at Peter]

[he has a couple choice opinions about No Win Situations, which is probably the title of his autobiography, but]

-- Can you fix the problem that made her do it, in the first place?

[fehus]

[Magnus wrinkles his nose, but not anything more dramatic. if D33 wants to make this ill-informed decision, he simply can't live his life for him]

Look at me, then, in the wrong pantheon, gone all Cassandra.

[but the real surprise here isn't the candy corn; it's D33, at a party]

Did I see you come in with somebody...?

[he did. he can't help but be a little nosy -- who was the mystery girl, who could drag D33 to a party?]

[fehus]

Enough that I need a break, I guess.

[he shrugs, a little self-consciously. he's feeling surprisingly comfortable at this party, but he's always going to need a bit of alone time, interspersed in these aggressively social outings. not to mention he keeps feeling like he's about to have a heart attack, every time he looks at his smoking hot date]

Peter knows how to throw a party. Are you guys friends?

[knaval]

What.

[fehus]

[Magnus wonders if there's a plaque in Valhalla that reads "A hero's ass dwells in discomfort." if not, there should be]

I'm not an earth salesman. It's this character from this movie -- dude, we should watch it. It's about this creepy, insane family who like, loves each other a lot. Alex is Morticia, my [hot] wife.

[oh my gods. they're back here again... where Alex is his Lady]

Uh, that is, uh, Gomez's [hot] wife. She's just my -- [blinks, realising he can actually say it now] -- girlfriend. [hot girlfriend]

[shadowglitter]

Oh, cool! For sure. That sounds like fun. I'm game if you are!

[ Odin's about to talk about some dumb garbage syfy movie he recently saw and genuinely believes to be very cool, but then THE BOMB IS DROPPED, and there's this overwhelming, impossible to contain excitement that just lights up his face. He looks about three seconds away from screaming HOLY SHIT LITTLE MAGNUS HAS A GIRLFRIEND I'M SO HAPPY EVERYTHING IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD THE SUN SHINES ON THIS PARTY AND EACH RAY HAS BLESSED US WITH LOVE AND PURITY AND GOODNESS before he stops, remembers that Magnus has been kind of uncomfortable talking about his relationship status in the past for whatever reason, and doesn't really want to assume things have changed just because things have totally changed.

So he just, uh. Struggles. Torn between reacting this way or that. He wants to do the right thing, but he doesn't know what the right thing to do is, and so he just

He punches Magnus on the arm. Really hard. Like really, really, really hard. Odin was in a war, he knows how to punch. This is the kind of punch reserved for the 30ft titans made of stone who slung lava at him, that's the kind of punch he's throwing. ]

[bragnificent]

Uh, yeah.

[ Reggie raises an eyebrow behind his robber mask and, after giving her a slow and appraising lookover, he gestures to his indisposed (in whatever way that may be) better half. ]

I mean I am trapped here for the moment, as you could probably tell-- so I got thirsty. [ And when isn't he thirsty? ] Niiiice costume, by the way. Who are you supposed to be, Xena?