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

[heisenbitch]

Like, blaze it for the first time? Pop your stoner cherry? Exactly like it sounds, yo.

[ Duh. ]

[d33tached]

I don't understand what cherries have to do with any of this. [Is he just confused because he's drunk? He really doesn't get it. But:] I've engaged in smoking this...pot before, I will have you know. If that's what you're meaning.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse takes back his smoke. He only wishes he could be even half as drunk as Mickey is right now. ]

Booze only works if you can actually get drunk, yo.

[heisenbitch]

It's... [ God, does he really want to explain what "cherry popping" means? ] Okay, so you've smoked before. Means you've lost your stoner virginity. Popped your stoner cherry. Gotten high before. Follow my drift now?

[d33tached]

[Lost his--

[What in the world is this man talking about? As the sudden gravity of the phrase finally processes, D33 wrinkles his nose in exaggerated disgust.]

That's...that's simply vulgar.

[shadowglitter]

Haha, be on my way? What are you talking about? I'm right where I want to be? Hangin' with a cool cool dude who cool cool compliments me.

[ Odin flaps his cape in the wind, just havin' some funsies. He lights up, suddenly, and starts taking it off. ]

Wanna wear my cape? You know, seeing as we're friends now and you're not wearing a costume.

[d33tached]

We are not friends and I cannot fathom a reason why I might compliment you.

Are you truly so stupid as to think I want anything to do with you? I'm practically insulting you.

[He is insulting you, in fact, but he's looking a little more dumbfounded than irritated now. Who the hell is this guy?]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse rolls his eyes at D-bag's disgust. ]

Oh my god, it's a figure of speech, grandpa. It's not literal.

[gentrify]

That's your super power? Being immune to booze?

[ Mickey's brows arch, like he's certain jesse is fucking with him. after a moment or so, well, maybe not. ]

Shit, man. Sucks to be you.

[d33tached]

It's disgusting.

[He is not about to let this go.]

[shadowglitter]

Hahaha! God, I love having a friend I can make funny fun jokes with. Life is so good and special and great.

[ he's taken red's "just ignore your bullies" advice to mean "just power through their insults and forcefully befriend them". let us see how this strategy pans out. ]

Okay, so okay, something I know about you is that you like insulting people. If I wanna be your friend, maybe we can bond over that? Hmm. Hmmmm. [ he puts his cape back on and leans against the wall next to d33. he looks around the room, then points to a girl off to the side, dressed as a dalmatian. ]

She looks-- [ wait, he drops his voice, his voice sounded too happy. ] Heh. That fool. She looks like a fool. This foolish idiot. Look at her. A dalmatian? More like a dal-no-thank-you. Am I right?

[heisenbitch]

Yeah. Sucks.

[ Stated with a frankness bordering on glum. Tapping ash from his cigarette before bringing it back up to his lips. He takes a quick drag and exhales, glancing over to Mickey. ]

Not just booze, either. Everything. [ A gesture to his smoke with an ironic smile. ] Including cigarettes.

[gentrify]

Ain't cigarettes supposed to be half mental anyway?

[ psychological addiction, he's meaning. not that he's sure how that would work when you're also aware the nicotine isn't doing anything for you either. ]

There's still non-chemical shit, right? Fighting, fucking, jumping out of planes and crap.

[heisenbitch]

[ Totally half mental. The familiar taste, the sensation of smoke going down his throat, the habitual action of smoking, is the only comfort Jesse can ply out of smoking anything these days. ]

Yeah. Still all the non-chemical shit. [ Another drag of his cigarette, which does nothing chemically for him. ] Be nice to kick back and chill once in a while, though, know what I'm sayin'?

[gentrify]

Yeah. [ mickey muses, smoking in silent camaraderie (or something like it) for a passing moment or so. ] Life's too much of a bitch to take sober. Here or anywhere else.

[ he watches kids dance, floats in the buzz in his head, tries to think of the last week he went totally without chemical assistance. not since ian's been gone, at least. even then, they at least drank a little often enough. ]

So why be here? Ain't it just gonna make you miserable?

[heisenbitch]

[ Can Jesse be made any more miserable than he already is? Not likely. ]

'Cause there's a lotta drunk teenagers here, and someone needs to keep an eye out, while all the other adults get completely tanked. Might as well be me. Also save people a trip to the ER if anyone gets too drunk or winds up in a fight or whatever.

[gentrify]

Seriously? [ jesse pinkman is not the kind of person mickey would expect running an operation like this. maybe that's part of the success, but somehow he doubts being a carebear is good for the drug business. then again, it was built by the other jesse, so maybe he'd spent enough time here to get to that point.

who knows, but he's finding himself both a little worried for jesse, and amused. ]

That's very sweet of you, Jesse. [ mickey snickers around his beer, leaning over to bump shoulders with him, so he can talk under the music and still be heard. ] Our friendly, neighborhood drug lord. On next week's episode, Pinkman helps Nana cross the street, and gives her a nice discount on ice after.

[quickfingers]

Well, it is that one time of the year you could probably get away with more murder than usual. [Which makes Peter think of the unfortunate news as of late, and he flicks his eyes away.

Only to have them dart back to D33.] Huh? Do I look underage to you?

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse rolls his eyes at that shoulder bump, because he knows what Mickey is thinking. That he's some drug lord with a heart of gold, or some shit. And though he doesn't approve of Mickey bringing up the neighbourhood drug lord thing, even quietly under his breath, there's something a little sinisterly thrilling about knowing he's got that kind of power without anyone other than Mickey knowing. And so, for that, Jesse affords Mickey a brief, quietly amused snort while taking another drag of his smoke.

He exhales and turns his head to look at Mickey. He, too, leans close, so as to keep his voice low enough for only Mickey to hear. ]

You know who people suspect the least? The guy who helps Nana cross the street. The guy everyone thinks of as the friendly neighbourhood dude just tryna help the community out. Nobody thinks to suspect the guy hiding in plain sight of ever being a drug lord. Ever think of that?

[d33tached]

[D33 is way too drunk for this. As Odin leans back against the wall with him, all he can do is stare - even through the "insult", which, D33 begrudgingly agrees with - but that doesn't mean he and Odin are friends.]

You--

Odin. Listen. Listen to me. [He sets his cup down on the table, turns to face the man, but one shoulder is still pressed against the wall.] I have no interest in being friends with you.

I have no interest in being friends with anyone. And you are by far the most hopelessly idiotic person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

[And yet, his lips are twitching a little - is he going to laugh? No, no. Apparently not. But it almost seems like it - and he almost does. This guy is so stupid it's hard not to-- Well, mostly because D33 is beyond wasted, but still.

[He clears his throat, evens his face back out into a scowl.]

Go. Away.

[d33tached]

[If you're good at what you do, D33 can't help but think, you can get away with murder pretty much whenever you want.

[But, of course, he doesn't say so. Just cocks a brow at Peter.]

You certainly act as though you are.

Am I mistaken, then?

[heisenbitch]

Look, bro, I don't know what kinda world you come from, [ pausing to light his cigarette that he's pursed between this lips, and he takes a quick inhale while setting a blase look back on D-bag ] but you now live in a world where people have vulgar ways of saying things because that's just the way people are. The quicker you learn to deal with that fact and learn to ignore it if you don't like it, the less energy you'll waste being offended by extremely unimportant things.

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin nods. He nods along, staring at D33 with an unparalleled intensity. He smiles BRIGHT AND HAPPY AND EXHILIRATED when he thinks he sees D33 almost maybe almost just about to laugh almost, but the grin falls from his face pretty much immediately. After all, the more D33 talks, the more Odin starts to look sad, and the more Odin starts to look sad, the more he starts to tear up. This is - this is too much. This is so harsh. What did he... what did he do? What did he do to deserve this? ]

I feel awful. [ he sighs, voice quivering. ] That girl worked so hard on her stupid ugly costume and here I am talking smack about it just so I can be friends with one of the really cool, popular kids. This is the worst. I don't deserve your friendship.

[ he wipes a tear from his eye, and, uh. oh. oh, okay. so it-- it turns out he wasn't listening to anything d33 just said? at all? like, not even a little. he just saw d33 almost-smile, treated this as a victory and moved on, choosing to space out and focus on that girl he's been dissing instead. Great ]

Oh my god. She's so hideous. What is she even wearing? Felt? Unbelievable. What's holding it together? Buttons? Pathetic. I feel awful, both from looking at her and for calling attention to her faults. I'm a nightmare. A sinner. D33, we're best friends - give me guidance. What should I do? Apologize to her? I should apologize to her, and maybe give her the opportunity to apologize to us for looking so stupid.

[d33tached]

[D33 is quiet for a long moment. It's...surprisingly good advice - very good advice, in fact, which makes him a little frustrated (not to mention confused). He wrinkles his brow, stares down at his hand for a minute for literally no reason, then decides he's too drunk to argue - because he is way, way too drunk to argue.]

Yes, I suppose you're right. [Ah, well. That was almost a mild and amicable thing to say, wasn't it?]

[Time to ruin it. He mutters to himself:] Idiots.

[heisenbitch]

I know, people suck, yadda yadda.

[ Jesse has more than figured out how much of a hateboner D-bag has for people, so his response is an aloof, throwaway agreeing comment. One Jesse does agree with, though Jesse would argue that he himself sucks a great deal more than most other people.

Another drag of his smoke, then he holds it out in offer for D33 to take if he wants. ]

Know what I think you need?