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 Maximoff | open

[divaricate]

Wanda is here dressed in a black dress and a black pointy witch hat. It's not very creative, but she's not here to be creative (she told Peter — much to his 'oh god why these mental images' — she's only here tonight to make out with people so.. you know, whatever). She's still in her self-induced emotions disaster by use of her powers (this also has the side effect of making her irises constantly glow scarlet), so she's not feeling in a holiday spirit (ha) kind of mood, which is a damn shame for many reasons but also because as a baker she would have made hella awesome Halloween threats for this.

But she'll partake in the definitely spiked punch and have a handful of candy corn or slice of pizza levitating near her (telekinesis is awesome). At some point she may even try to see what candy corn in her drink tastes like, so give her a weird look for that if you want.

She'll split her time between inside and outside, so people can catch her pretty much anywhere.

[quickfingers]

[Peter's helping himself to a beer, but goes from pouring one solo cup to two when he catches glimpse of Wanda. He then makes his way over to her, a bee-line that weaves around a few partygoers before he extends the cup and half expects her to tell him that no, she doesn't like beer. That maybe he should've made her a mimosa instead. But he's got experience dealing with moody sisters, he can handle this.]

Made out with anyone yet? [His brows shoot up as he asks, sipping from his own cup like this is casual talk over tea.]

[divaricate]

Nope, but I have time. [She actually takes the offered beer and drains most of the glass in a few large sips. Why? Just because.]

Have you? [He probably doesn't expect her to turn the question back on him, especially since he's got more reasons to be here than she does.]

[quickfingers]

[He watches her drain her cup and almost feels like he should offer his cup to her next for how good she's chuggin'.]

No... [His brows furrow.] But I feel you still have better odds than me. I should've worn a sexy costume too. Damnit.

[divaricate]

[she might just drain a keg at this point.]

It's not too late to change. Plus, you have the ... speed thing going on, so even faster. [she nods slowly.] Have you had to put out any literal fires yet?

[quickfingers]

I try not to speed and drink. [He says, tapping a finger against his cup.]

And I put too much work into my undead thing, gotta make use of it. As for fires though, not yet. I did hear something break in the other room but I'm not up for going to investigate what happened yet.

[divaricate]

You probably can't even get drunk can you? [speedy metabolisms can have their downsides.]

Probably not the last thing that'll break tonight. [but does she care? n o p e.]

[quickfingers]

It takes some effort. [He can chase a buzz though, and happily is.]

Speeding up doesn't help, so that's another reason I don't try to when I'm drinking. [...] D'you really think people'll break more stuff? Or steal anything?

[divaricate]

[fair point.]

Yes more shit will be broken, yes people will try to steal shit. [ #optimist ]

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."

[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.

[monsterdoc]

"Thanks, yours is pretty good too." he grins and like he had before, he lets a gentle touch of warmth stroke over her cheek.

"Enjoying yourself, Wanda?" His eyes slide over her appreciatively.

[divaricate]

"Well, I came here literally just for the purpose to make out with people and I'm not doing that now, so could be better I guess. At least the drinks are okay. You?"

[monsterdoc]

"Well, then, let me help you." And he stepped up, set his hands on her hips, and kissed her, openly, passionately, and without hesitation, or holding back.

It was a long, full on, curl your toes kind of kiss, and he smirked as he finally ended it. "How was that?"

[divaricate]

As soon as he kissed her, she was kissing back just as much, her hands resting on his.

Once their lips were parted, she let out a little bit of a breath. "Excellent, actually." Good thing not feeling contact wasn't part of her positive emotion bending shenanigans.

[monsterdoc]

Bruce smirked. "Good. I've been thinking on how to be better at it." He kissed her again, because making out should include more than one kiss, right?

His hands stroked and caressed hers, and a light telekinetic touch caressed her rear as he kissed her.

[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.)

Wanda Maximoff and Alphonse

[showshismetal]

How Al got here is a mystery. But he is wandering around in a suit of armor, and peering out from it as he tries not to clank every time. He remembers drinking something at another party, and agreeing that going out was fun, and then being here.

Somehow.

Wherever here is...

When he spots Wanda in her dress, however, he grins, because that is an awesome Halloween dress. Getting two drinks, he slowly moves to her side and offers her one drink.

"Evening, milady." His voice sort of echoes with the faceplate down.

[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.

[divaricate]

"Oh. Huh. Does it... do anything?" The armor, she means. Maybe it's like the stuff Tony had in her world. Well, and here too. Different Tony same tricks. "I'm Wanda." She introduces herself as an aside.

[showshismetal]

"Uhm, no? I mean I could take it off and make it walk around, but I'm not wearing anything underneath."

Which doesn't bother him, but he knew others had issues. Alphonse has no nudity taboo.

"Hi, Wanda!" He smiles at her.

[divaricate]

"Well, that counts as something I guess, right, if you can make it move and not be in it?" It counts enough for her, so hey. "You should totally add a jet pack to it so you can fly in it." Flying is awesome.

[showshismetal]

Al nods. "I thought so."

Her suggestion makes him grin. "I could do that! If I had the money and the design. I could assemble it." He nods.

"Flying sounds like fun."

[divaricate]

She levitates herself up a couple of inches off the ground and spins around before landing again. "Flying is fun. I recommend it. That could even be a new goal for you."