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

[ghoulking]

[ kaneki's eyes follow the glass for a moment, before he looks up at Dazai again with a tiny smile ]

Oh? And what would that be?

[dazain]

[Dazai sets the glass down and reaches out to claim the same hand Sasako had offered him earlier, though his touch is light and he won't force it if she refuses.]

Because,[and he sounds Sure again, the same bombastic confidence he'd had when he approached her] instantly upon seeing you I was sure that I could die happily strangled by such a elegant beauty. And then when you had such strong hands, I knew it must be destiny!

[ghoulking]

[ kaneki blinks, watching Dazai reaching for his hand and---

are you trying to match your counter part after all, dazai?

The ghoul looks back at Dazai's hand and then veeeeeery slowly he pulls his own away, so slowly, so carefully. Because #yikes. ]

Ahh.... I'm not sure saying that I've big strong hands is a compliment...

[dazain]

Did I say big? No, of course not! [But Dazai withdraws his hand to press his own chest again, so it looks rather as if that was always his intention.] But you can't deny you have the strength to squeeze the life out of me, can you, Sasako-san?

[And he smiles, Too Brightly, and does not wait for her to answer that question.]

But! I understand, this a big commitment. If you need time to think it over, I suppose I understand.

[ghoulking]

Aha- [ as someone who is suicidal himself, he really would rather not be asked by someone else to kill them. Every person copes their own way, but this is - ]

I'd rather not kill anyone, sorry. I'm off the clock, after all.

[dazain]

[That's no surprise, it's more or less the usual response, after all. Some form of discomfort.

Dazai seems oblivious, and perks up at this information as if they are having a perfectly normal conversation.]

Off the clock? Could it be that you're a mercenary? Oh! Or an assassin?

[ghoulking]

... No. I'm a national terrorist. [ there, he figured it would be the perfect time to get it out there. if Dazai gets the reference, of course ]

[dazain]

Ah!

[The surprise isn't so much to learn that he's talking to that person, though he hadn't figured that much out, but that Sasako-san had volunteered the connection. He was really expecting less information to be volunteered in response to his behavior, not more.

It only takes him a brief pause to put the connection together, and respond in kind, though.]

So Sasako-san was Terrorist-san all along. Hmm. But doesn't that mean you're off the clock all the time?

Not that I want to be killed for that sort of reason anyway, it wouldn't fit my vision at all.

[ghoulking]

I am, which means I will never be the one you are looking for to be your Juliet. [ Romeo and Juliet who commit suicide. Kaneki figures that's what Dazai is looking for, and if not, kaneki would rather believe it is - he doesn't need weird fetishes being thrown at him ]

And what is your vision, after all?

[dazain]

Juliet...?

[This is the faintly confused headtilt of someone who didn't get that reference, but Dazai brushes it off without much of a pause.]

I've been thinking about it for a long time, and recently I thought, going alone doesn't sound quite right...

[His empty glass is in his hand again, twirling idly, and he is thinking it really needs to be not empty. But his tone stays easy and cheerful, it's always nice when someone expresses an interest in your hobby, isn't it?]

So I've been looking for a beautiful woman who also wants to die. Drowning sounds like a good method, doesn't it?

[ghoulking]

[ it's probably the fact that Dazai considers it a hobby that leaves kaneki very uncomfortable. Because this is not easy nor cheerful for him ]

I have no interest in such things, so no luck for you, I suppose.

[ and how ironic that Dazai is looking for /drowning/ when the writer died exactly like that - he committed suicide with a woman by drowning ]

[dazain]

[Dazai sighs, melodramatic, clearly not actually hurt.]

Most people aren't, I've noticed. Worry not, one day I'll find the ideal match.

[He holds a finger up to the side of his cheek, tapping on the bandages there as he sizes up Sasako with wide, curious eyes.]

Though, Sasako-san looks as if she could use some kind of escape. Did the party get the best of you?

[ghoulking]

[ kaneki will take the small change of topic gladly. He manages to offer dazai and tiny playful smile before he shakes his head ]

I'm actually a wallflower and don't know how to be at parties. Who'd have thought!

[dazain]

[What a nice terrorist, honestly. Dazai keeps leaving openings for her to blame something on his bad behavior and she doesn't seem to even notice. You shouldn't really be bothering nice people pointlessly, Dazai.

But instead of excusing himself like a decent person he flaps a hand dismissively.]

That's why there's always alcohol at things like this.

Actually... [he pauses and seems to inspect her more closely] I'm detecting that you are very sober for being at a party with lots of free drinks and freer drunks.