maskormenacelogs | 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

[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.]

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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.]

[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...

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

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

[Peter's brows knit.] Really? How many of you are there?

Like, it's seriously unnerving. No offense.

I dunno. I know, like, three.

[Including himself.]

And we're just like normal people, man. Normal people with shittier backstories.

And magical mystic powers. [He saw Magnus's hair glow. He knows what's up.]

I'm Peter, by the way. Faux-undead host.

Noah. Real-dead guest.

[He smiles and sticks out his hand for a shake.

There is... a lot of glitter on said hand.]

Pleasure to meet you. [Hand shaken, Peter notices the glitter.

And how it spreads like the plague.] We discussed voting candy corn into office, didn't we?

[A gentle gasp!]

Yes! That was you! [His hand pulls away, and a cloud of glitter erupts.] You have really cool hair.

[Peter laughs, blowing his bangs up at the compliment.] Thanks.

You have, er... a lot of glitter. Which is really cool but going to be everywhere forever now, y'know that right?

That's the best thing about it! You think it's all gone, but it just keeps coming back. It's like little surprise presents.

The cancer of the craft world. [Peter says, looking over the back of his hand and definitely seeing residue. It's now a part of him, too.]

So you're friends with Magnus, right? And Alex. Same world?

Oh, yeah! We're not from the same world, though. They just live on me and my boyfriends' farm.

Jeez, undead folk are way more common than expected. [He whistles to punctuate that thought. Pegging you from the same universe just seemed - to make sense? But hey, alright. Undead's a popular theme.]

Guess that's the joy of the multiverse. I'm slowly becoming less and less surprised by this kinda stuff. Still not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

I'm the only one I know in my world.

[It's hard to tell whether he sounds sad or relieved by this fact.]

Sounds more common in theirs, though. Death works different everywhere.

[Peter nods, wondering if his world will see some mutant undead uprising one day.]

Sorry for - it being suddenly heavy - this is where I segue into have you tried the punch? [He asks in a faux-housewife type voice.]

It really does pack a punch, let me tell you. Someone's been adding to it.

[Noah laughs, just a little.]

Yes! And two pumpkin beers, and- [He reaches into his pocket (???) and miraculously produces an appropriately themed flask from underneath the skintight fabric, which is apparently bigger on the inside.] -this was full of whiskey when I left the farm.

Edited 2017-10-19 15:36 (UTC)

[What spacious pants you have, all the better to store things with, apparently.]

Niiice. It always pays to come prepared? I'm due for another beer, but I don't want to be the person who has to refill the pumpkin.

[Says the guy who hosts the party, ughhh.] Y'want anything from the table?

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