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

[h2no]

Vengeful. Plannin' to toss some poor ships around later.

[said with a laugh, he does absolutely nothing to help.]

You're good in heels. Experience?

[bestpirate]

Vengeful is good--Oops! [He reaches out to grab Archie's arm after accidentally tripping on the carpet. Jack might be a little tipsy already.] Sorry bout that, mate.

Shoes in the 21st century aren't very friendly in my opinion.

[Excuse him as he steadies himself again. Jack takes up a rather dainty pose with one foot before the other almost like a mock ballet dancer. That usual swagger of his is momentarily interrupted by a mockingly ladylike pose.]

Let's just say I've lived an interesting life. I had to don disguises in the past to avoid the gallows.

[h2no]

[archie half-catches him, laughing at the trip.]

S'pose that depends on what you wear. You tried proper boots yet?

[if jack ever wears crocs, archie will feed him to sharpedo and feel nothing.]

Aye. I think all my heel-wearin' experience comes from drunken bets...

[bestpirate]

I cannot say I've had the luxury but after this, I just might need to.

[His feet are already killing him but alcohol numbs the pain. Jack wears a size ten at best and these shoes feel too small and narrow.]

Drunken bets landed me once in the bed of a rather less than noble gent, so I try to avoid such bets.

[Better believe he robbed that bastard blind before sunrise. Not a speck of riches left. Jack even had his merry men help him steal the grand piano from the downstairs. That certainly fetched them a pretty penny.]

Tell me, Smythie, are you feeling a tad drafty?

[He pokes at the man's bare chest rudely.]

[h2no]

You an' me both...

[though archie's weren't always drunk. he just likes to live!

at the question, he snorts.]

Nope. Why, you distracted?

[he makes his pecs bounce, because he is Like That.]

[bestpirate]

[Neither was Jack but he doesn't "Kiss & Tell", matey.]

Distracted? No, I'm not distracted---[Wait, wait, wait!

Jack takes a dramatic step back without stumbling and stares at Archie as if he just performed magic. Those kohl rimmed eyes blink slowly in both awe and confusion,]

...Distracted. Horribly distracted. I need water.

[He snatches someone's drink right out of their hand and gulps it down.]

[h2no]

[and archie does; it's definitely a sad day when captain jack sparrow has more class than you.]

Uh-huh. [he just watches with a DISGUSTINGLY smug expression.] I believe it.

[titty bounce titty bounce]

[bestpirate]

[LAAAAWWWWWDDD! Jack makes a pleasantly horrified face as he splashes water or whatever is in this cup at Archie.]

You slimey cur! Put those weapons down, I say!

[Splash, splash! Maybe this sugary drink comprised of alcohol and punch will eradicate such a sinful man. Most likely not but Jack is amused.]

[h2no]

[archie yelps, holding his arms up to try and block the awful concoction from splattering all over him. that's cold!]

Ah! Ahahaha!

[he just giggles helplessly, then grabs a solo cup from the table and tosses it at jack.

like, the entire cup. it's empty, but he throws it.]

[bestpirate]

[The childish antics continue as Sparrow narrowly avoids the incoming plastic cup. He continues sprinkling this fiend with not-so holy water before deciding to strike formerly. If Archie is the ticklish type, then he's utterly done for.

Jack closes in fast to end are his quarry in a devastating attack of icy fingered tickles. Jack's hands are cold, delightfully cold.]

Repent for thou crimes against Man and God both, you dishonorable louse!

[He's loosely making fun of the missionaries who try to raid Tortuga with their pseudo interpretation of the good Lord's book. Jack doesn't believe in any of that junk, not at all.

He's a pirate. Well, a pirate dressed as a mermaid but still a pirate.]

[h2no]

[bad bad BAD BAD archie shrieks louder and jumps back, actually climbing over part of the table that isn't covered in stuff, luckily.]

You dare treat the mighty Poseidon in such a way?!

[bestpirate]

[Jack tosses his head back and let's out a howl of a laugh once Archie bolts over the table. He almost can't breathe in between chuckles. Despite the two of them looking like complete fools, Jack is honestly having fun.

He braces himself against the adjacent wall as he returns to flicking water at "Poseidon".]

I dare! I dare!

[A grin settles upon his face as he keeps flicking.]

These high seas belong to me now! We have no need for you, Poseidon.

[h2no]

Fool! The mighty Poseidon is only empowered by water!

[he barely gets it out, cackling. hey imagine if they were actual serious pirates]

The seven seas belong to no one!



...'Cept me!

[bestpirate]

Is that so? Then mayhaps I should use fire!

[This little silly game is about turn into a mock food fight soon now that Jack grabbed the bowl of trail mix. He takes a few flaming hot cheesy twists and chucks them at Archie. Jack tried one of these earlier and immediately ended up in the sink guzzling down water. They're a little too spicy for his liking.]

Catch! Catch!

[h2no]

[a couple bounce off his chest and arms when he raises them, but archie catches like three and shoves them into his mouth.]

Ha! Fire does nothing for the god of--OH GOD THAT'S SPICY!! HAAA!

[bestpirate]

[Another fit of chuckles escapes Jack once the poor man starts complaining about the molten cheesy lava within his mouth. Jack warned him, didn't he? He did say fire. Those damn cheese doodles are spicer than the flames of hell and then some. It serves Archie right to suffer. However, Jack feels like being benevolent in his own quirky way.]

Shhh! This is no way for a "god" to behave! Settle down, I have the remedy.

[He picks up a glass of water and drowns its contents dry before sauntering right over to Archie with such maddening glee within his eyes. Jack grabs the man by the side of his face and before Archie knows it, he's being kissed. Well, not too much kissed as he's being given water in the most provocative fashion.

However, it's still quite lewd of a Kiss, no? Poor Archie.]

There! All better, no?

[h2no]

[the moment the water enters his mouth, archie's brain finally catches up with what's happening and he jolts backwards, spraying it out.]

I taste alcohol more than water! Augh!

[sticking his tongue out, he childishly rubs his hands over it.]

You, sir, need mouthwash before you go kissin' Poseidon, aye?

[bestpirate]

You're welcome for the buzz, mate!

[Jack says with a smirk before discreetly checking his breath. It's a tad sour. Maybe he really could use a brush or two. Some sea salt and chalk would freshen him up nicely.

He's still not aware of toothpaste or even toothbrushes. That's all before his time.]

Already hoping for another?

[He's back at the rum again.]

[h2no]

[god, the aftertaste...]

I'll have to pass, bro.

[mostly because of the nasty ass taste but also:] I got someone I'm tryin' to work things out with. I think he might blow a gasket if he saw... uh, that.

[bestpirate]

[Jack quirks his brow upward once he hears that last bit.]

Not only a pirate but an 'loyal' one? Honest, too? [He can't help but appreciate the honesty. Not most seafaring folks tend to be honest.]

Blame it on the saucy captain with the rum then, mate.

[He tips his hat towards Archie.]

[h2no]

[he snorts, clearly completely unphased.]

Tssh, ain't nothing official yet. Just for now onwards, yeah? An' call it a modern thing.

[h2no]

[while he's saying this, he reaches behind himself onto the table.]

[h2no]

[he holds out a packet of mints that were there CONVENIENTLY.]

Take these as a token of... this...

[bestpirate]

Ah, an unofficial but "official" sort of engagement?

[He tosses his head back and laughs. It seems the pirate isn't too sure what's official and what's not yet. Oh well. That's amusing as hell.]

Whatever you say, mate! It will all get cleared up in the end. Savvy?

[A pause. What's Archie giving him now?]

...Mints?

[h2no]

Bit of a hitch in a pre-existing arrangement, as it were. Thanks, though.

[considering they both tried to end the world.]

Yeah. Mints.