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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

[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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[ Oh! He's being heckled. How fun! Odin laughs as this slurry jerky judgmental piece a garbage shades him and he brandishes his shitty wooden spear at D33. If Odin knew who he was talking to, he'd probably be avoiding D33, or at least pelting him with rocks or something, but. As it is, D33 hid his identity pretty well the last time they spoke, so Odin just thinks he's found a new stranger to be BEST FRIENDS WITH. HERE WE GO ]

By the ashes of Sigurd! You don't know who I am? I'm a human earth Gladiator! [ he spins. if it weren't for the cape and the shield and the helmet it would be hard to tell what he is supposed to be, as he is basically naked. such is life as the great odin dark. ]

I like your outfit. It's very cool. [ he nods, decisive. ] Black sweater! So chic. You know who else wears black sweaters? Cool and amazing geniuses, probably. Congrats on being a cool and amazing genius, my man!

[Oh, Jesus, not this moron again. Learn to watch who you're heckling, D33. It's probably the near-complete lack of clothes that made Odin hard to recognize (and, let's be real, got D33 staring in the first place). As the man gets closer, D33 puts up a reflexive hand, nose wrinkling at the display (lewd, and somehow entirely unpleasant now that he realizes who he's talking to). This doesn't stop him from getting whapped in the face by Odin's cape, which leaves him scowling.]

Do mind your costume, you--

[He stops himself short of saying something Not Very Nice - why? Who knows. Probably because, judging by everything that D33 has seen from Odin thus far, he's almost definitely the type of person to cause a gigantic scene over pretty much anything and D33 is really not trying to deal with that right now.]

It's a sweater. [So, are you saying you're not a cool and amazing genius, D33?] You might think to put one on.

[Actually, speaking of which-- He pauses, takes a sip from his drink.] Aren't you cold?

[ That's right, D33! IT'S THIS MORON AGAIN. Odin puts his hands on his stomach and laughs, either dismissing everything D33 is saying or else just laughing to hear the sound of his own voice. sigh ]

Cold? Me? Horseapples! This holy, demonic chalice I call a body is too MAJESTICALLY AND ALMOST EVEN A LITTLE BIT EROTICALLY SUPERCHARGED to feel the cold. All I feel is wonderful and amazing. And also the crushing guilt that weighs on me whenever I look at my Gladiator's Spear, the unholy weapon that has spilled so much blood in an empire I've conquered. Singlehandedly. All by myself.

[ he spins his spear, drops it to the ground, then just sorta sighs and leaves it there. that spear has been causing him trouble all night. he's just gonna stick to the shield for a while. ]

[Right.

[For perhaps the first time, D33 finds himself thankful that he's made friends with Haen Hithiel - he's gotten really good at tuning people out ever since. He doesn't even attempt to process any of what Odin's just said. It's only the volume that seems to get through.]

Lower your voice.

[Preferably to the point that he can't hear you speak any more at all. He takes another sip.]

Me? Odin? Lower my voice?! Hogwash! Poppycock! [ he takes a swig of his own drink. ] BALLS.

[ but, okay, he has to remember that just because he's having fun doesn't mean anyone else is. he'll lower his voice. he shoots a friendly, good-natured smile d33's way and then puts his drink down on the floor next to his spear. so stupid. ]

You wanna hang out?

[ well, forward ]

[Did he just say-- ?]

Mind your tongue and keep quiet. [Really, he looks more incredulous than he does angry - did that really just happen?]

With you, Odin, I think not.

[Irritating! So, irritating! Also, D33 is gonna lean down and swipe that drink off the ground, set it on the nearest table.]

You're going to make a mess. Though, I suppose that is your specialty.

[ Odin puts his hands over his mouth with a laugh, but then just goes all red and guilty when D33 moves his drink around. shit, he is gonna make a mess! odin picks up the cup with both hands and carefully, carefully moves it, like, an inch to the left, then feels satisfied that he helped. anyway, "making a mess is his specialty', huh? odin flashes d33 a grin. ]

Thanks! I don't understand the compliment but I appreciate it. I don't know why you don't want to hang out with me, but I appreciate and respect your comfort and I won't push it. Teehee.

[ but he wants to hang out. look at him. lookin' at d33 with puppy dog eyes. how can you say no to that face ]

[Look at D33. Looking at Odin with pissed of cat eyes. How can he say no to that face?]

Very well then. Be on your way.

[Also.]

It wasn't a compliment.

Haha, be on my way? What are you talking about? I'm right where I want to be? Hangin' with a cool cool dude who cool cool compliments me.

[ Odin flaps his cape in the wind, just havin' some funsies. He lights up, suddenly, and starts taking it off. ]

Wanna wear my cape? You know, seeing as we're friends now and you're not wearing a costume.

We are not friends and I cannot fathom a reason why I might compliment you.

Are you truly so stupid as to think I want anything to do with you? I'm practically insulting you.

[He is insulting you, in fact, but he's looking a little more dumbfounded than irritated now. Who the hell is this guy?]

Hahaha! God, I love having a friend I can make funny fun jokes with. Life is so good and special and great.

[ he's taken red's "just ignore your bullies" advice to mean "just power through their insults and forcefully befriend them". let us see how this strategy pans out. ]

Okay, so okay, something I know about you is that you like insulting people. If I wanna be your friend, maybe we can bond over that? Hmm. Hmmmm. [ he puts his cape back on and leans against the wall next to d33. he looks around the room, then points to a girl off to the side, dressed as a dalmatian. ]

She looks-- [ wait, he drops his voice, his voice sounded too happy. ] Heh. That fool. She looks like a fool. This foolish idiot. Look at her. A dalmatian? More like a dal-no-thank-you. Am I right?

[D33 is way too drunk for this. As Odin leans back against the wall with him, all he can do is stare - even through the "insult", which, D33 begrudgingly agrees with - but that doesn't mean he and Odin are friends.]

You--

Odin. Listen. Listen to me. [He sets his cup down on the table, turns to face the man, but one shoulder is still pressed against the wall.] I have no interest in being friends with you.

I have no interest in being friends with anyone. And you are by far the most hopelessly idiotic person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

[And yet, his lips are twitching a little - is he going to laugh? No, no. Apparently not. But it almost seems like it - and he almost does. This guy is so stupid it's hard not to-- Well, mostly because D33 is beyond wasted, but still.

[He clears his throat, evens his face back out into a scowl.]

Go. Away.

[ Odin nods. He nods along, staring at D33 with an unparalleled intensity. He smiles BRIGHT AND HAPPY AND EXHILIRATED when he thinks he sees D33 almost maybe almost just about to laugh almost, but the grin falls from his face pretty much immediately. After all, the more D33 talks, the more Odin starts to look sad, and the more Odin starts to look sad, the more he starts to tear up. This is - this is too much. This is so harsh. What did he... what did he do? What did he do to deserve this? ]

I feel awful. [ he sighs, voice quivering. ] That girl worked so hard on her stupid ugly costume and here I am talking smack about it just so I can be friends with one of the really cool, popular kids. This is the worst. I don't deserve your friendship.

[ he wipes a tear from his eye, and, uh. oh. oh, okay. so it-- it turns out he wasn't listening to anything d33 just said? at all? like, not even a little. he just saw d33 almost-smile, treated this as a victory and moved on, choosing to space out and focus on that girl he's been dissing instead. Great ]

Oh my god. She's so hideous. What is she even wearing? Felt? Unbelievable. What's holding it together? Buttons? Pathetic. I feel awful, both from looking at her and for calling attention to her faults. I'm a nightmare. A sinner. D33, we're best friends - give me guidance. What should I do? Apologize to her? I should apologize to her, and maybe give her the opportunity to apologize to us for looking so stupid.

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