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

Wanda and Bruce

[monsterdoc]

Bruce was dressed like Mark Antony. Or something close. Sort of.

Having arrived with Lorna, he was nonetheless wandering the party, and had his eyes out for Wanda. Because he was an odd duck, really.

And when he spotted Wanda, he headed for her openly. "Hello, gorgeous."

[quickfingers]

[Peter just thoughtfully mouths 'Pokémon' to himself with a nod, 'cause that's the one.]

So Leafeon is a Pokémon? Do I even wanna know what Eeveelutions are? Like, is it worth tipsy me asking?

Bruce and OTA

[monsterdoc]

Bruce was dressed like Mark Antony. Or something close. Sort of.

He had arrived with Lorna and then wandered off, to enjoy the partry and see the sights. He could be found anywhere, really. From drinking to wandering outside, to enjoying the cake.

[h2no]

I have.

[WHY DO U THINK HE FEELS THIS WAY FOOL NOT EVERYONE IS EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED]

[quickfingers]

Guess I'll just have to steal what's stolen back. [Not stealing if you're stealing something that was stolen from you by a stealing stealer, right?]

I know you don't care about the outcome of things but if you see Dad or Charles, gimme a heads up? Telepathically or by jabbing me in the back? Just so I'm prepared to explain the broken and stolen things.

[divaricate]

Charles is bbbbbbbbasically second dad now, you know. But yeah, yeah, if if I'm not too busy making out with someone, I'll say something somehow to you I guess.

[magneticxman]

She kissed him back, her fingers winding in his hair. "Mmmm, I am now. Did you get some more cake? I didn't know Peter would have one too. His looks better."

[quickfingers]

Yeah, the day I call him step-dad is the day I die. [That's too real and too weird.]

But thanks, you're a peach.

[divaricate]

Odd ducks are the best ducks.

She was finishing her whatever-number serving of candy corn and was about to go stuff her face with more pizza when he approached. "Hi -- that's quite a costume." Not a bad thing.

[divaricate]

Even if they get married? [now she's just trying to make him think about everything. :| ]

Anyway yeah I'm super charming, I know; I'm sugar and spice and everything nice. It's awesome. [sarcasm — probably.]

2.

[admemoriam]

Dude.

[The grass to Magnus's left rustles, and someone a bit smaller and a bit less clothed (in little more than leggings, body glitter, and an elaborate pair of antlers) plops down beside him.]

I heard that from the house. [He didn't. He heard it from two feet away, where he was when it happened.]

1.

[admemoriam]

Like, actually dead, or just dressed-up-dead?

[Noah cocks his head, and his elaborate antlers lean dangerously. He's wearing little else but leggings and body glitter, and judging from the near-empty cup in one small hand, he's already been going pretty hard.]

[fehus]

[Magnus, who is generally a slower speaker, has found that sometimes with Odin, time is of the essence. before Odin can scoop him up into a bridal carry, it explodes out like word vomit;]

Please-don't-carry-me-to-the-keg-hey-Odin-nice-costume.

[and then he blinks a few times, exhaling]

-- Thanks. For the web-assist. Isn't that giving you a wedgie?

[sorry, he just. WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH THAT THONG]

Re: 2.

[fehus]

[Magnus turns at the familiar dude, grins sheepishly as Noah settles down. his eyes are instantly caught on the antlers, and he reaches up to poke at their points]

-- So, what's my score? 10/10?

[idle thought: why are all his friends are naked? isn't he supposed to be the hippie?]

[garotted]

[ she doesn't quite yelp when he actually lifts her up, but she does suck in a startled little breath, arms tightening around him briefly as she nuzzles his temple. ]

I don't think this is how you do the hokey-pokey.

[ she presses another kiss to his ear, letting him sway with her in his arms, pressed close and struggling not to smile too foolishly. norns, she loves him so much, and every time she thinks about it, it threatens to overwhelm her. she never thought she'd ever find something like this with someone, especially not while still in her teenage years. ]

I think you're inventing a new dance, actually.

[admemoriam]

[At least Ronan isn't alone in his inability to stop drinking at some healthy point throughout the night. Noah eventually meanders up to him in the yard, full up on liquor and rosy in the cheeks. There's a bit of moss from his antler headdress stuck to his nose.]

I'm too walk to drunk. Pick me up.

[garotted]

[ alex fierro makes for a pretty hot morticia addams. she arrived with her gomez-dressed boyfriend, magnus chase, and if you didn't know they were dating before, it becomes pretty apparent throughout the night. they spend a fair amount of time together throughout the party, usually with magnus looking cute and doe-eyed at his girlfriend, or with alex clearly struggling not to smile too obviously at him.

they also dance at some point, and magnus winds up covered in bright red lipstick marks. oh well.

when alex is not at magnus's side, she can be found nursing spiked punch and poking curiously around the open areas of the house. when it gets too warm in her slinky and heavy black dress, she steps outside for some air, looking flushed and pleasantly tipsy. at some point, she pins the hem of her dress up on one side, giving it an asymmetrical look and--more importantly--giving her legs some breathing room.

the deeper into the night (and drinks) they go, the friendlier she becomes, quick to flash a scarlet-lipped smile. enjoy it while you can, she's not like this often. ]

[fehus]

[he hears that sharp breath, and sees her fighting a smile, gets kissed on the ear for his boldness and -- yeah, that's his hopelessly-into-you face, making an appearance, as he sets her back down and sways with her. he can't seem to look away; it's like he's a dumb horse with blinders on to the rest of the room]

[stupidly;]

The Chase Cha-Cha.

[and -- slightly unheard of, for him so far, anyway -- he doesn't ask this time, before leaning up to capture her lips in a soft but insistent kiss. she's so warm and lively and absolutely flawless against him; he wants -- well, what he wants doesn't matter, because he ruins his own kiss by stepping on her stupid sexy amazing dress again, his mouth getting jerked off hers. eyebrows flat, he amends/laments]

...Because I Cha-Cha real smooth.

[quickfingers]

[Peter makes a disgruntled noise because ofc Wanda, any Wanda, knows how to push his buttons.]

It's weird enough calling Erik dad, I really don't need a second one in the equation yet.

[quickfingers]

[A lot of people are going the legging route, Peter's noticing, and they're rocking it pretty well.]

Dressed-up-dead, but I wanted to make a rhyme there. Though I'm realizing more people around here are deader than I would've taken them for, so...

LMAO THAT ICON

[divaricate]

Are you s-uuuuuuuurrreeee you don't? [She draws out the last few letters of the word "sure", just to further push buttons. Wanda's an asshole: news @ 11.]

[admemoriam]

[Noah gives a slow, sideways grin, and waggles his fingers.]

Guilty as charged. But no, haven't seen her.

c:

[quickfingers]

Doooooooon't do that vooooooiiice. [The rumbling of a whiny twin fight waiting to happen, he gently puts his palm to her face to push her lightly away.

He half expects to be swatted at, as other-Wanda used to in such situations.] It's annoooooooooyiiiiing.

[admemoriam]

Nine and a half. There's always room for improvement.

[He tilts his head over, giving Magnus better access.]

And it's Halloween, man. You go scary, or you go funny, or you go slutty.

[divaricate]

Get. Your hand. Offmygoddamnface.

[And then she went from zero to snappy — thanks, mood switcharoo, making her more volatile, being set off even slightly is The Worst Thing — and a scarlet ball of energy encircles her hand and she fires that off in his direction.]