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october: free for all | ❝ lurking in the shadows ❞
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
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 (
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.The Party
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.]
[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.]
Ronan Lynch | OTA
As he's never the most social of his friends, Ronan makes a beeline for the alcohol and keeps drinking through the night. When he's denied the safety of his clique, he wanders out to the backyard and does his best impression of a statue, sipping at his beer and distantly admiring the decor.]
Re: Ronan Lynch | OTA
[also very notably, his face and neck are quite covered in red lipstick marks, which he probably does not know about, given his usual shyness]
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Well, look at you.
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[he tries to shove all that emotion, battering around inside his chest like some kind of crazed trapped bird, back into the box he usually keeps it, with limited success]
Y-yeah -- um, yeah, I know.
[again, yeah, he definitely doesn't know; he touches his mussed hair, trying to flatten it back out again. he'd tried to style in Ronan's bathroom and under his guidance with the hair stuff, but the impulse to try and dye it was a later one, back at the camp. the streaks and glitter are not the best look, which is what he thinks Ronan's referencing]
It didn't come out like, great. I don't think I can pull off dark and spooky, anyway, walking corpse or not.
[he's trying to slow his heart, but his pulse is still thudding hard in his wrists and at his throat. it's all just, a lot]
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Should we trade costumes? You'd be a much better Titania. I don't know what Adam was thinking.
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I'm too walk to drunk. Pick me up.
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This is thematically appropriate, I think? We're probably both gonna fall the fuck over.
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If you crush my antlers, you're making me new ones.
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[But he's steady enough on his feet, for now. Ronan shifts around a bit until they're both comfortable, cradling Noah against him.]
Magnus thought your costume was Cool Fungus.
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Emerging from the hot and stuffy house into the backyard, he moves near the tall glittery glowing statue for a much needed cigarette. As he's pursing a smoke between his lips and reaching into his pocket for his lighter, he throws a glance over at said glittery glowing statue and realises it's a person. He gives them a quizzical, somewhat bemused up and down appraisal. That is one hell of a weird costume. Super cool, but weird. His eyes drift up to the person's face and... Jesse squints with curious recognition. ]
...Ronan?
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He gestures to Jesse's attire.]
What's going on here? Murder victim left to rot at the mercy of spiders?
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Man, who even knows. Probably. [ Pausing to light his cigarette. He takes a quick drag and pockets his lighter as he looks back up to Ronan. A sweeping gesture of his hand at himself, a wry smile tipping up the corner of his lipstick-smudged mouth. ] This is what happens when you show up to a Halloween party without a costume like a loser: People make sure you look like even more of a loser.
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[Though Ronan can't blame Jesse. If he wasn't capable of literally dreaming up his costumes, he'd never put in the effort himself.]
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as he spots Ronan, and after debating if he should approach or not, Kaneki overcomes his own awkwardness and offers Ronana a smile ] Nice costume. You look great.
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You make a more convincing woman. Congratulations, I think?
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so that's what he's doing. being a teenager, and getting shitfaced, even if that first part doesn't really feel like it fits. hasn't, for a long while. it's the latter that has him running into ronan, though, near stumbling around the grassy field, having ingested enough booze to make a six foot football playing frat boy look like a toddler in comparison, he meanders his way over to statue of an amazon looking lady (rich people invest in some fucking weird shit), and slumps down on the lawn, back to the side of his calf/knee.
except the statue isn't a statue, or an amazon, or a lady. awk.
he misses ian. ian would've warned him of this. ]
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and sees the statue staring right fucking at him.
it doesn't happen immediately, because mickey thinks maybe he just took something weird that mixed bad with the booze. he holds his eyes for a long several seconds. waits for it.
oh. the statue blinked. ] Motherfuck— !
[ just gonna throw himself to the side here like he's dodging a grenade. ]
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Re: Ronan Lynch | OTA
Blue finds Ronan in the backyard admiring some glowing pumpkins, and for a moment it strikes her how....Ronan he looks in the dim orange glow. It makes his cheekbones look even more deadly, his jaw sharp enough to cut a person. He's terrible and beautiful and wow, what's in this drink?]
You look sparkly. Persephone would love it.
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I've got nothing on Noah. He's shedding glitter everywhere.
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[Ha ha, so funny.]
I'm proud of us. We should go someplace with a a costume contest. We'd win and then we could buy something with the prize money.
[Like a seeing machine. For the house. It could live in Blue's room.]
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Reggie sips from a red solo cup, squinting out into the dark evening at the brightest spot in the yard. ]
Holy crap. [ Reflexively he tries to shield his eyes from the brightness, but when he's held back by the handcuff chain he just sips his beer and tries not to look directly at the glittering figure. ] Wait, let me guess-- you're dressed as a hangover.
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[Judging by Reggie's weird angle, Ronan figures out he's sort of trapped by the door and ambles over. Shimmery layers a-fluttering in the breeze, he leans up against the wall and gets obnoxiously close to Reggie, seeing as he's trying to look away.]
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[ The closer Ronan gets the harder he is to look at, though, and Reggie lifts his beer-holding arm to somewhat protect his eyes from the approaching shining gay beacon. He grimaces in a slightly pained way and hisses: ]
Although maybe a little too much accuracy.
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