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]

[Noah sits up a little straighter, and shakes his head.]

No, you're good, it's fine, it's just-

[He shrugs, somehow both lazy and sharp.]

I think you're super good-looking, and I'm not great at keeping my mouth shut about stuff like that. It wasn't supposed to be in a weird way.

[fehus]

Oh.

[Oh. Oh?????]

[Magnus processes that for a long few moments before, slowly, shyly, smiling]

...Thanks. It's only a little weird 'cuz of me, not you.

[he's not... used to that, either. He sort of assumes he fades into the background, because that's what homeless people did. And frankly, he's not so impressive in Valhalla, either]

That's really nice of you, um, to say.

[admemoriam]

[He leans a little closer, eyes focusing and narrowing, like he's trying to understand Magnus' thoughts. He sees his friend's image of himself, sees his perception of before and frowns just a little.]

You're impressive. You always were. [It's harder to focus his telepathy while this drunk, but Noah does his best, sending back his own perception of Magnus - strikingly handsome, brave, intelligent, sunshine in his hair. All things he had been before, only amplified now.

Plus, a really cute butt.]

[d33tached]

[The man stiffens a bit at the question, but it doesn't take long for him to loosen up again - the booze are helping. But it's not as if he'd made any effort to hide that he'd walked in with Kaneki on his arm. He hadn't been expecting so many people to actually mistake Kaneki for a woman, and he sounds a bit irritated as he answers with a flat:] Kaneki.

[But that might just be his voice.]

He's in costume.

[d33tached]

I can assure you, Mr. Pinkman, that I tolerate many things on a daily basis that I would not consider to be "fun".

[Because he literally does not even know what that means. Judging by the way he's swaying a bit when he lifts his drink up to his lips again, it certainly looks like D33 is having fun. But his scowl remains firmly in place.]

[d33tached]

[D33 scoffs a bit (douchebaggery breeds douchebaggery, apparently), shaking his head as he takes another sip and passes the cup back to Maxie - yes, this gay shit is really happening.]

Personally, I find the entire holiday to be nothing less then ludicrous. [Wow, that was a lot of words and he is a lot of drunk. He waves his hand a bit for literally no reason.]

Kaneki's dressed up as well. [As you probably saw, he thinks. There's a pause though, as he considers--] Perhaps you've not met him. Have you met him?

[d33tached]

[D33's not quite at stumbling, but-- Jk, that's just what he'd like you to think. He sounds just as drunken when simply says:] Frenemies?

[Why is Blue walking so fast? And where are they going again?]

Ah. I'd forgotten Maxie was from your world. [Begrudge the thought that anyone so refined might be associated with Blue Oak.]

[d33tached]

It seems that I am. [He mumbles sleepily back at Kaneki.

[Lipstick be damned. He's going in for another one. Someone isn't used to controlling their lack of inhibitions.]

[d33tached]

[Well, that was almost pleasant. Peter is certainly acting less irritating than usual, D33 thinks.

[Suspicious.

[He takes another sip, and it does go down a bit easier.]

Your outfit is certainly...[A sip, a squint.]...hideous.

[Is that...a compliment? He's not sure.]

[fehus]

[and the image of himself that he carries around, for the most part -- visible ribs and a notched spine, lank hair, shineless eyes, awkward, weak, head down -- is suddenly pushed aside for how Noah sees him, all brightness and good qualities. it's like an upgrade from black and white to technicolour, and Magnus' head snaps up, eyes wide. Noah's never done that to him before; and apart from Sam (and now Noah), no one's seen him, from before he was dead and stronger and cleaner and better fed]

[but it's not about how he looks now versus how he looked then. you always were, Noah says, and Magnus finds himself -- touched, instead of embarrassed, something strong stirring in his heart for Noah, his dead friend. Noah's so good, and Magnus is so lucky to know him (and that thought is loud and clear both on his face and in his mind, blaring)]

...C'mere, Fun-Guy.

[the last time Magnus touched Noah first was during a crisis, when Noah needed it; there's no crisis here, just Magnus wanting to show Noah he appreciates him, the way Noah understands it. he slings an arm around his shoulders, tugs him in, a little awkward, but warm]

[divaricate]

[She gives a shrug.]

Sure, why the fuck not? We could all use some extra spike, I guess.

2.

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie is one of those "friend of a friend (of a friend)"s that got invited, dressed as a robber to accompany Archie's cop costume, complete with handcuffs.

The problem is that the handcuffs they wound up with are real ones and they don't have a key for them, meaning that they're trapped together by the wrist all night. So, during a moment while Archie's probably busy in conversation with someone else or otherwise occupied, Reggie waves his hand to flag Peter down, stuck a few feet just shy of being able to reach the snack table. ]

Yes-- dude, yes! I've needed a beer for like, the last ten minutes.

[bragnificent]

[ At some point in the night Reggie makes it outside for some fresh air, although he doesn't make it especially far-- dressed as a robber, he's handcuffed to his better half, Archie the cop, in the classically comical "these are actually real cuffs that they don't have a key for, meaning they're chained to each other for the night" sort of way, so Reggie can only take a couple steps beyond the back door if he wants to leave enough slack in the handcuff chain for Archie to continue hanging out inside. It's awkward and inconvenient as hell, but they're making it work, taking it all in stride. Sort of.

Reggie sips from a red solo cup, squinting out into the dark evening at the brightest spot in the yard. ]

Holy crap. [ Reflexively he tries to shield his eyes from the brightness, but when he's held back by the handcuff chain he just sips his beer and tries not to look directly at the glittering figure. ] Wait, let me guess-- you're dressed as a hangover.

[dualismum]

[ and that's another kiss. Two in a row, and in public. D33 really is drunk.

Kaneki doesn't refuse and his hands move again; feeling a bit more daring, one wraps around D33's waist and brings him closer, while the other moves to the back of his neck while fingers stroke the skin and eventually dig through the hair. It's fine, almost no one knows this is Kaneki, so all they'll see is drunk D33 kissing some random woman he brought to the party ]

[d33tached]

[In D33's altered state of mind, it's easy to get wrapped up in the kiss. Not that he's having any tremendously romantic thoughts or anything - he's not thinking much at all, in fact. Just kissing, enjoying the feeling of Kaneki's hands and lips. He keeps his own arms wrapped lazily around the man, eyes closed, the whole nine yards. They might as well be alone, for all D33 can tell. He forgets for a moment that they're not.

[It's worth noting that there's nothing particularly hungry about his kisses, either. They're light, slow, easy, pleasant - no big deal.]

[dualismum]

[ no heavy make-outs, Kaneki might be willing to kiss a bit, but he is still kaneki and sort of shy. He continues the kisses, smooches and pecks, eyes closing, but a smile forming on his lips which grows at every kiss. Kaneki even leans in against D33 and being shorter now helps him to eventually break the kissing and press his chin against D33's chest while he looks up ]

You are very affectionate, Dee. Maybe I'll start wearing this more often. [ or getting him drunk more often ]

[d33tached]

Mm? [Affectionate? D33? He either pretends that he doesn't know what Kaneki's talking about or truly doesn't. Either way, he doesn't linger on the thought for long - barely acknowledges it aside from taking on a slightly confused expression while he stares down at Kaneki (though, honestly, it's a little hard to keep his eyes open after having them closed for so long).]

It does suit you, I suppose.

[A very D33-like compliment, but a compliment all the same. D33 is certainly enjoying the view.]

[divaricate]

She inhales quickly but sharply at the telekinetic touch and moves a little closer, not breaking the kiss and moving a hand to rest on the side of his face. (part of her thinks -- but doesn't broadcast it telepathically, not yet anyway -- is this when she should mention her room is upstairs? wanda no.)

[quickfingers]

[Peter lets out a two tone whistle, jerking his head toward smoking... smoke.

That??]

[quickfingers]

[Peter closes his eyes. Can he fix that? Golden question.]

Something I'm already working on, yeah.

[halloflamer]

[Blue turns to give D33 a weird look, almost stumbling over someone in the process, but then shrugs.] Means they're really friends, even though they're in a fight or whatever. I don't know. Ask them about their Teams. I don't mess with that Hoenn drama.

[And they haven't messed with his- and he'd like to keep it that way. Anyway, wherever Blue was shuffling off to, he barks a laugh at the distaste in D33's tone.] Why, cuz he's so lame compared to me? I know. My team is way stronger-- oh, there they are! Yo, Arcanine!

[Blue calls to the enormous dog parked sitting in a corner by the patio- even when he was laying down, Arcanine was hard to miss, still several feet tall; next to him Camerupt was parked too, little wings poking out of his back volcanoes and a halo bobbling over his head. He makes a peaceful, low rumbling sound in greeting as Blue approaches. Arcanine had Blue's shades perched on the bridge of his snout and the fur on his head was spiked much like his trainer's.]

[Because, of course, his costume was his trainer.] Ark ark! [Hi there, D33!]

[quickfingers]

[That makes Peter laugh out loud, not a bit offended.] Thanks. I was going for very hideous but just hideous works.

I'm a zombie. Zombie groom.

[quickfingers]

[Peter's standing by the table, attention caught and his brows rising at the sight of Reggie's predicament. A crooked smile slowly creeps across his lips and he pours a second solo cup, holding it out as he takes a step closer to bridge the gap of space with a look of confused sympathy.]

I don't think cops usually handcuff themselves to their suspects, do they? [What is going on. A+ otherwise on the concept ideation?]

[fehus]

That's good.

[Magnus smiles a bit, shrugging shoulders. he doesn't need nitty-gritty details]

You're her family. You'll figure something out, even if it seems no-win right now.

[quickfingers]

[Peter opens his eyes and sits forward again, rubbing (freshly washed™) hands over his face.]

Talking to you is always a trip, man. But you give some good vibes, so thanks for that.