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.]

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Re: >> nsfw-ish.

[divaricate]

She pulls her lips away slightly and lets her other hand trail down him; her red wisps wouldn't be any less discreet. "It's not fair that you can do that and be sneaky about it." She's not actually that annoyed.

[divaricate]

To be fair, that's probably how half the people ended up here too.

She takes the offered drink and downs most of it in a single chug. "Hi." She starts, then actually gives a curious look at what he's wearing. "Interesting costume. What is it?"

[showshismetal]

"Wow! " She was fast. He had downed most of his drink, but that had been in several minutes. Cool!

"Hmmm? Thanks! It's a suit of armor like exists in my world." He raised a gauntleted hand and lifted his visor, revealing his blond hair and very blue eyes. "Hi! I'm Alphonse!" It might not be obvious from the view of his face and neck, but the armor is very close to him, and not allowing anything underneath.

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[infomodder]

[Will is almost unrecognizable, dressed in khakis and a striped shirt with a blue jacket and sunglasses. He is a corpse from an old movie, and he doesn't care if people don't get it. Underneath his arm is a dog. A beautiful dog in a spooky tutu who is staring at Peter like she's about to be given away til death do them part.]

Let's switch.

[This for that, Princess for beer. Will holds her out and she squirms in eagerness to kiss her beloved fast boi.]

[quickfingers]

[Peter holds out the solo cup and swap for the solo pup, a smile coming to his face almost instantaneously post-trade. He cradles her in his arms and tries to not get his face licked on account of all the paint this darling girl should not ingest. There is gentle cooing. He definitely has called her a pretty little thing twice.]

Glad you two could make it. Also, nice shades.

[infomodder]

[She makes an effort anyway! She will find spots on his neck that aren't as painted and smooch there. Damn it, she only has one fast boi, she must show him all her lovin'. Of course Will watches this display as he takes that beer. Of course he does. Gotta see how much Peter luv his little girl.]

Nice face. You an ex-husband? Til death do us part.

[waah waah waaaah]

[quickfingers]

[Peter paps his doggie princess on the head with pets, holding her with the care a father would his newborn. Jeez, first he gets undead married and now he's got the creepy baby hold mastered - who is he? What has he become in death.]

Thank you for getting it, my man. Even if I had to suffer that joke just now? Worth the costume validation.

[infomodder]

[Will takes a sip; Princess takes a mile of the inch given and squirms to nestle against her man, exhaling loudly. This is hers, she states, all who try to take him shall face her tiny wrath.]

Suffer? [He seems ready to laugh, but then drops his voice instead.] Don't tell April. Keep it between us. [Only April knows the truest suffering of Will's humor. She needn't have it more than necessary.] You do this all by yourself?

[quickfingers]

[Peter keeps her close to his chest, even going so far as to slide her inside his jacket.]

Party? Kind of, it helped that word got around and a few people brought their own drinks. We haven't run out yet though yes, I've totally heard the beer tastes like watered down piss like five times. I'm apologetic but also give like, zero fucks.

[He covers Princess's ears when he swears.] I dragged Jean in to helping with some of it, including the costume. [Glancing down, purposely continuing to cover the pup's ears.] She's my undead bride.

[heisenbitch]

Lawn ornament? What, like some old lady's garden gnome or something?

[heisenbitch]

[ It's not that Jesse isn't interested - he is, somewhere underneath how dead inside and apathetic he is towards this whole place. So, is his head in the right place to be absorbing detailed information about stuff he still can barely wrap his head around? No.

So, it may seem like Jesse has utterly dismissed anything to do with the OTO, or anything else along those lines, by the way he shakes his head and takes an equally dismissive drag of his smoke. Kind of awkward as hell now, standing by dragged up Kaneki. However, after a brief lull of silence, Jesse's eyes skirt back to him. ]

So. You and D-bag, huh?

[ D33. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse lets Mickey pluck the cigarette from his fingers. Not much of a display of leadership there, allowing what is supposed to be his low-level employee to insinuate himself on Jesse's level. Hard to give a shit about that, however, when apathy is the only thing Jesse can muster towards anything. ]

That's 'cause I got no choice but to be a spectator. [ Eyeing the way Mickey is lighting the end of his own cigarette with Jesse's. ] Coulda just asked me for a lighter, by the way.

[heisenbitch]

[ A glance down at Jack's feet, a pointed look then fixed back up on Jack's face. ]

Pain usually comes with the territory of wearing dumbass shoes. Just FYI.

[heisenbitch]

[ A dryly amused look thrown over his shoulder at D33 as he leads the way. ] Stick with the simple terminology, yo, if you don't wanna look like a dipwad.

[ Strongly guessing D33 doesn't like people crowding him in or touching him, Jesse actually, subtly, nudges people out of the way to create a path for D33 to follow him. And once they're out in the backyard, fresh cool air a refreshing relief from how hot and stuffy it is inside, Jesse leads them both towards a section of the backyard that's more isolated.

He's reaches into his jacket pockets, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of one, and a baggy of green out of the other. ]

Got pot if you want some.

[h2no]

More like... a gazebo...

[WHICH ISN'T MUCH BETTER]

[ghoulking]

[ why does everyone dislike d33, kaneki has no idea.

actually, he does know why. apparently, D33 is usually rude to people (jesse is not the first to complain) though he was never rude to kaneki. Or maybe the ghoul just has a thick skin and never found any problem with it.

In any case, when jesse mentions D33, kaneki's cheeks turn a bit pink and he looks away ] it's not- probably not like that. [ Kaneki actually has absolutely no idea what he and D33 are. He never asked because he doesn't want to scare off d33, though kaneki is head over heels for him ]

[gentrify]

The fuck's that mean? [ mickey eyes him sidelong, as he takes a swig from his bottle, talking louder to be heard over the music when he continues. ] You don't know how to dance? Neither do any of these shits here, that's what the booze's for.

[ mickey's not saying if he does or doesn't, but he knows what actual dancing looks like at the preteens ain't doing it. a shrug for the latter bit, holding jesse's cigarette back out to him. ]

Easier. [ ruder, but easier. ]

[infomodder]

[Will holds the cup out, looking at it.]

Nah. I've had way worse than this. Your fucklessness is the best approach to take. [People just like to complain. ImPorts love to gripe. He isn't surprised.] The redhead, right? She's pretty. For an ex-wife.

[dad jokes 5eva]

[quickfingers]

[Peter snorts, giving something of a smile - awkward? No, clearly not. Jean is rather pretty, even covered in fake blood and wearing a wedding dress of all things. He can't even begin to imagine how stuffy that must be feeling, considering how he's getting hot in his torn up suit.] Yeah, that's her.

So, April's here? She also in costume?

[d33tached]

Ah. [D33 eyes the bag for a moment, appearing to...consider it, at least. He's tried it once before, believe it or not, but mixing it with alcohol doesn't exactly seem like the wisest choice. Plus, given that he'd been plenty paranoid simply sitting alone in Mickey's living room, bringing about such an emotion in a crowded house probably also isn't the wisest choice - even if they are rather isolated out there in the backyard.]

No. Thank you.

Perhaps another time. [??? Maybe??? What is he even saying?

[He leans in a bit then, whispering (rather loudly, given his drunkenness):] Do you suppose it's...safe to simply...hold it right out there in the open?

[That shit's illegal, man. Or so D33 has been told.]

[d33tached]

[Look at D33. Looking at Odin with pissed of cat eyes. How can he say no to that face?]

Very well then. Be on your way.

[Also.]

It wasn't a compliment.

[dazain]

[Dazai sighs, melodramatic, clearly not actually hurt.]

Most people aren't, I've noticed. Worry not, one day I'll find the ideal match.

[He holds a finger up to the side of his cheek, tapping on the bandages there as he sizes up Sasako with wide, curious eyes.]

Though, Sasako-san looks as if she could use some kind of escape. Did the party get the best of you?

[d33tached]

So I've been told.

[He really, really does not get that. Putting on different clothes doesn't make you a different person. D33 has never had any interest in trying to escape himself the way that others apparently do - funny, considering how much he has to escape from. But apparently swallowing all of your emotions and living as a bitter shell of a human being works just as well.]

One would think that walking around covered in blood would be found alarming by those around them, though I suppose around this time of year it must be quite common.

[Ridiculous. He takes another sip and winces.]

Aren't you a bit young to be drinking?

[He's pretty sure you're like sixteen.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse balls the baggy of pot back into his pocket. ]

We're at a party full of drunk people, most of 'em who've probably smoked pot. And even if they haven't, none of 'em are sober enough to pay any attention. Relax. We're fine. [ He pulls out a cigarette, now the baggy of weed is stowed back in place. ] Probably for the best you don't light up while already tanked, anyway. Ain't a way to pop a guy's weed cherry.

[d33tached]

"Pop a weed cherry"?

[Have fun explaining that one, Jesse.]