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

[monsterdoc]

Bruce laughed and returned the favor. He liked dancing some, and he nodded at her.

"You got it. But if you get a chance to sweep someone somewhere, take it!"

he kissed her again.

"No strings on you."

[magneticxman]

She kissed him back, stroking his hair as she did. "Mmm, I wouldn't say that. But in this context I agree. I've got some unfinished business I probably need to work on, but it's hard when the other person isn't here, you know?"

[quickfingers]

Yeah, she's still loco. [A bit bitter. He fiddles with a nearby decoration, adjusting a hanging spiderweb.]

Still pisses me off but party Peter is taking the night off from caring what his crazy sister is up to.

[magneticxman]

[Lorna nods and squeezes Peter's shoulder companionably.]

If post-party Peter needs to vent at someone, let me know. I ought to try to act like a proper sister. Beside teasing you. That I've got a handle on, I think.

[monsterdoc]

Bruce nodded, sighing. "I know the feeling. My ex-wife and I have been on and off for years, and are off again, most recently. And I am honestly hoping she never shows up. She complicates things." He shook his head.

"I don't ever want to walk into that mess again, but ti would be nice to tell her that face to face."

he kissed her cheek as the song came to an end.

"Thank you for the dance."

[magneticxman]

"God, I know that feeling," Lorna sighed, dropping her arms when the dance ended. "Thanks for coming with me. Have a good night, Bruce." She kissed his cheek.

[monsterdoc]

"Anytime, Lorna. You too." he stroked her cheek and her side and walked off to wander the party and find out what other craziness he could get into.

[d33tached]

Very well, then. [D33 tightens his arm around Kaneki's without really noticing.] Dressed like that, I'm sure I will have no trouble finding you again.

[d33tached]

[That would almost definitely end in Jesse getting punched in the face.

[He hands the cigarette back gladly (then wishes for a moment that he hadn't so he could try again and redeem himself).]

What in the world could you possibly find appealing about such a thing?

[There's a short pause. Are cigarettes supposed to get you high? Suddenly, D33 isn't sure. Is he high right now? Or just incredibly drunk? He can't tell. Don't mind his expression shifting while he tries to work this out in his brain.]

[d33tached]

[D33 waves his hand a bit - slightly drunken, mostly dismissive.]

It makes little difference to me. [He takes a sip of his drink, takes a second to recover from it.] Women didn't wear such things where I come from. [Another sip.] No one did. We dressed the same.

[Would he have let that little tidbit of information slip if he were sober? Probably not, but he doesn't seem to notice. That's the nice thing about being drunk, or so he's found - you don't have to tiptoe around every little thing you say.

[Even if that means you might end up regretting your words later, but he's really not thinking about that right now.]

[d33tached]

Do I act like I'm forty? [He raises his eyebrows, takes another sip of this drink (which is definitely starting to make his head swim, by the way - lightweight).]

Well, then I suppose forty-year-olds must act with some level of dignity, then.

[Jesus, get a load of this douche.]

[quickfingers]

Will do. [He makes a finger-guns motion, but he will keep it in mind.]

Want another drink? I'm thinking of pouring another round.

[quickfingers]

Jean can do it? [Interesting. Still multi-dimensionary, but hey. Interesting nonetheless.]

I haven't heard of that kinda thing going on back home. At least not yet.

[quickfingers]

Mmm, but they're also boring, Dee. [Peter goes tsk, tsk.]

It's okay though. It's your thing. The solemn, moody thing.

[quickfingers]

[Peter snorts, but nods along nonetheless.] Dedicated, then.

The key thing though, that sounds like it's gonna be interesting. At some point you guys are going to need to take a piss, you know this right? [Peter can't help but laugh against the rim of his cup as he takes another sip.]

[d33tached]

Moody? [He says, being moody again. Then, irritation clear in his voice:] It's D-thirty-three.

[Pause.]

Do you find me boring, Peter?

[Somehow, it's...never occurred to him before. It's not as though he makes any attempt to be entertaining - why make a spectacle of yourself, he thinks - but he doesn't necessarily consider himself boring. His life before had certainly been boring at times - tedious, repetitive, monotonous. But it's not like that was his fault.]

[quickfingers]

I didn't exactly say that. [Only implied it.]

But you're... reserved, shall we say? Like the whole D-thirty-three [enunciating right back at you] thing, it's a cute quirk but c'mon, have some fun. Let us call you Dee. Loosen up. Put on a feather boa and have a good time. What's there to lose?

[...] Will you wear a feather boa, D-thirty-three?

[d33tached]

It is not my concern whether or not my moniker appears cute to you--

[Wait a minute.]

A what?

[quickfingers]

[Peter puts up one finger to signal D33 to give him a moment, turning away to briefly disappear a few feet away and return with a fluffy black and orange boa in his hands. He surveys D33 for a moment to really gauge the threat level before slowly holding on to the ends and trying to loop it back over his head.]

It's dashing.

[d33tached]

Abso--

Absolutely not.

[He is not about to let you put that thing over his shoulders, Peter, and he is not above punching a full-fledged adult in the face.]

Get that thing away from me.

[He says it like it's an actual boa or something.]

[quickfingers]

C'mon, maaaan... [Peter still tries but in a 'please don't punch me' type of way, where he's keeping a little bit of distance because he's too tipsy to dodge anything faster than a drawn out sigh.]

I think it's cool. You're boring if you don't. Are you boring? Don't be boring!

[d33tached]

I would much rather be boring than be made a fool of.

[He sounds just a little wounded (just a little) as he says this, taking a step away from Peter.]

I've worn black as you instructed. I agreed to nothing else.

[quickfingers]

[Peter rolls his eyes, looping the boa around his own neck, winding it a few times tucking an uneven end into his suit jacket. It's itchy and uncomfortable but he feels he has to wear it now, if only long enough to make a point.]

I was going to ask 'do I look like a fool' but you'll probably say yes. But guess what? I'm drunk and I don't mind being one. That's because it's part of the fun.

[heisenbitch]

[ An aloof one-shouldered shrug, a dismissive shake of his head as he ashes his cigarette. ]

It's cool, don't worry about it. Hard to ruin fun when I wasn't exactly having much of a blast to begin with.

[heisenbitch]

[ A shrug as Jesse ashes his cigarette and leans back against the garden wall behind him. His eyes drift up to D33, and he notices the uncertain expression of deliberation working itself across D33's face. ]

Way worse things in the world I could be doing.