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

[admemoriam]

Oh. Sorry. [His cheeks, already rosy from drunkenness, color even more.] I always forget to ask. Thoughts sound just like talking, to me.

[He doubles over, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the grass.]

[fehus]

It's okay.

[he thinks, as loudly as possible, that is if you eat BOOGERS, you BOOGER-eater, because he's very mature and dead and etc]

[admemoriam]

You're so weird!

[But he says it with the utmost affection, tossing another tuft of moss towards magnus.]

[fehus]

What, what? I didn't say anything -- pffffuth.

[of course the moss lands in his mouth. gross! even if he's a nature demigod, gross!]

Yuck. You didn't even deny it...

[admemoriam]

[He thinks back, even louder, MAGNUS IS TWELVE.

Pot, meet kettle.]

[fehus]

If I'm twelve that outfit is definitely inappropriate for me to be looking at.

[a dry drawl, as Magnus leans back on his elbows just as Noah as leaned forward, head tilting upwards]

[admemoriam]

I thought we weren't talking about my nudity anymore.

[The comment is one half genuine question, and one half slurred tease.]

[fehus]

Shit, you're right.

[thinks loudly, I bet Noah's got a weird butt -- ]

[admemoriam]

[Bad move, Magnus. Really bad move.

I don't know, he thinks back, just as loud. The other guys seem to really like it. Like, REALLY really.]

[fehus]

I'm not thinking anymore! La la la la!

[he covers his ears, Maturely]

[admemoriam]

[Hands won't protect you from thoughts, Magnus!

NOAH HAS A VERY CUTE BUTT.]

[fehus]

Quit it! Stop testifying about your own ass!

[his nose scrunches, and if he were a rowdier boy, he'd be kicking Noah. but he's not and instead he just reaches out to poke at his mossy head]

Turn it off, this is a thought crime.

[admemoriam]

AND SO DOES MAGNUS!

[He means it to be a thought, but it rushes out as rushed, shouted words.]

[fehus]

[Magnus bursts out laughing, jumping at the sudden BOY SHOUT -- and then turns red at the content of said boy shout. no, stop, I am uncomfortable when about me?????]

Shut up, oh my gods -- like you'd know?

[sweet summer child etc]

[admemoriam]

I do though?

[He flops back into the grass, and his eyes drop. One hand gestures vaguely and appreciatively.]

[fehus]

[makes an embarrassed sound, shifting, even though hello Noah can't clock your ass while you're sitting on the ground getting grass stains all over it]

You're a teenage guy, every butt's basically a good butt.

[he thinks about his Valhalla upgrades, suddenly, and wonders -- holy shit, do I have a nice butt now? he does not manage to think this very quietly]

[admemoriam]

Not every butt!

[He rolls a bit. It's not super graceful.]

I mean, like, yeah, butts are good, but they're not all attractive. Like, to me.

[fehus]

That's fair.

[because, that's fair. he doesn't want to assume anything about Noah forreal outside of stupid jokes about butts. but now this has slid precariously into the kind of talk Magnus has no idea how to have with other boys (or girls, for that matter), and he... trails off awkwardly, sipping at his pumpkin beer]

...Most people are, are probably butt-selective.

[nailed it]

[admemoriam]

[Oh. Okay. Even though his spectacular inebriation, Noah notices that he's making Magnus a little bit uncomfortable, and he leans back in the grass.

Stupid, stupid.]

I mean, to each his own butt. Or her own butt. Or butts, plural.

[fehus]

[shit, did he say something stupid? he wasn't implying anything about the Poly Goth Commune (as Alex calls the Meadows crew, about the camp) bringing selective asses into it. he pinks, humming an agreement, and falling into awkward silence again for another couple of moments]

-- Sorry. I'm not as, like, savvy as you guys? With all that stuff.

[All That Stuff: source?]

So I never really know what to say...

[admemoriam]

[Noah sits up a little straighter, and shakes his head.]

No, you're good, it's fine, it's just-

[He shrugs, somehow both lazy and sharp.]

I think you're super good-looking, and I'm not great at keeping my mouth shut about stuff like that. It wasn't supposed to be in a weird way.

[fehus]

Oh.

[Oh. Oh?????]

[Magnus processes that for a long few moments before, slowly, shyly, smiling]

...Thanks. It's only a little weird 'cuz of me, not you.

[he's not... used to that, either. He sort of assumes he fades into the background, because that's what homeless people did. And frankly, he's not so impressive in Valhalla, either]

That's really nice of you, um, to say.

[admemoriam]

[He leans a little closer, eyes focusing and narrowing, like he's trying to understand Magnus' thoughts. He sees his friend's image of himself, sees his perception of before and frowns just a little.]

You're impressive. You always were. [It's harder to focus his telepathy while this drunk, but Noah does his best, sending back his own perception of Magnus - strikingly handsome, brave, intelligent, sunshine in his hair. All things he had been before, only amplified now.

Plus, a really cute butt.]

[fehus]

[and the image of himself that he carries around, for the most part -- visible ribs and a notched spine, lank hair, shineless eyes, awkward, weak, head down -- is suddenly pushed aside for how Noah sees him, all brightness and good qualities. it's like an upgrade from black and white to technicolour, and Magnus' head snaps up, eyes wide. Noah's never done that to him before; and apart from Sam (and now Noah), no one's seen him, from before he was dead and stronger and cleaner and better fed]

[but it's not about how he looks now versus how he looked then. you always were, Noah says, and Magnus finds himself -- touched, instead of embarrassed, something strong stirring in his heart for Noah, his dead friend. Noah's so good, and Magnus is so lucky to know him (and that thought is loud and clear both on his face and in his mind, blaring)]

...C'mere, Fun-Guy.

[the last time Magnus touched Noah first was during a crisis, when Noah needed it; there's no crisis here, just Magnus wanting to show Noah he appreciates him, the way Noah understands it. he slings an arm around his shoulders, tugs him in, a little awkward, but warm]