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

[d33tached]

[It's probably a pretty comical sight, D33 staring blankly at Magnus while he tries to chew through the wad of dignified wax in his mouth. He eyes the cup, shakes his head and then tries to speak, but. Nope. Still chewing. He holds up a finger, rolls his eyes a bit. Finally, he manages to swallow.]

They taste fine. [Wait. Rogue piece stuck behind his teeth. Chew, swallow.] And I am certainly not going to spit.

[He still has some dignity, Magnus.] Aren't you drinking from that cup?

[Speaking of which, he takes a sip from his own and makes a face - every time.]

[fehus]

I was willing to sacrifice it for the greater good.

[he peeks grey eyes over his arm, checking to see... okay, the candy corn's gone. he lowers it]

Plus, I'm not trying to get teen-wasted tonight. I only need to learn that lesson -- [he pauses, amends] -- well, three or four times, technically.

[he cocks his head, looking warmer now. D33 is at a party and participating in stupid jokes?]

I didn't know you knew Peter.

[d33tached]

[Ah, so D33 isn't the only one that continues to drink despite an overwhelming history of signs that he Definitely Should Not Drink. He takes another sip as he observes the thought - it's pretty much muscle memory by this point in the evening. Raise glass, drink, lower glass, raise glass, etc.]

Do you not recall how this entire candy corn debacle began? [What's this? Surprise, Magnus! He pops another piece into his mouth. This time he doesn't wait to stop chewing before speaking again.]

It was you who warned me of his most devious plan to mislead me into its consumption. [Hoo boy, that was a lot of words. He looks a little exhausted by the end of it - does he really manage to speak that way all of the time when he's sober?]

[fehus]

[Magnus wrinkles his nose, but not anything more dramatic. if D33 wants to make this ill-informed decision, he simply can't live his life for him]

Look at me, then, in the wrong pantheon, gone all Cassandra.

[but the real surprise here isn't the candy corn; it's D33, at a party]

Did I see you come in with somebody...?

[he did. he can't help but be a little nosy -- who was the mystery girl, who could drag D33 to a party?]

[d33tached]

[The man stiffens a bit at the question, but it doesn't take long for him to loosen up again - the booze are helping. But it's not as if he'd made any effort to hide that he'd walked in with Kaneki on his arm. He hadn't been expecting so many people to actually mistake Kaneki for a woman, and he sounds a bit irritated as he answers with a flat:] Kaneki.

[But that might just be his voice.]

He's in costume.

[fehus]

Oh. Oh. I feel dumb now, we talked earlier, I had no idea...

[he's more surprised that Kaneki makes such a convincing girl than he is that he and D33 are -- something. Magnus spends enough time in the coffee shop to have known something was, maybe, Up With Them]

Wow. He looks really cute.

[d33tached]

[D33 averts his eyes at the observation, clearing his throat a bit. He sure as shit does look cute, but D33 has no idea how to admit that himself.]

The costume does suit him, I suppose. [He glances back at Magnus.] Were you truly convinced?

[fehus]

Sure. Somehow I'm not surprised Kaneki's got a wild side, though. It's always the responsible ones.

[he shrugs]

[d33tached]

A "wild" side?

[D33 doesn't get it. What's so "wild" about dressing like a woman? Strange, maybe.]

[fehus]

That he's having fun in womens' clothes. That's pretty wild for most dudes, fragile macho pride, blah blah, that bullshit.

[D33 probably knows by now that Magnus Chase, despite being an undead Norse hero, doesn't much go in on that racket]

[he explains for D33's benefit:]

Gender roles getting messed around with gets most people antsy, usually. And by antsy I mean low-or-high-key misogynistic or homophobic. It's pretty surprisingly liberal around here, but it's not like this everywhere. It's rarely like this.

[d33tached]

[D33 waves his hand a bit - slightly drunken, mostly dismissive.]

It makes little difference to me. [He takes a sip of his drink, takes a second to recover from it.] Women didn't wear such things where I come from. [Another sip.] No one did. We dressed the same.

[Would he have let that little tidbit of information slip if he were sober? Probably not, but he doesn't seem to notice. That's the nice thing about being drunk, or so he's found - you don't have to tiptoe around every little thing you say.

[Even if that means you might end up regretting your words later, but he's really not thinking about that right now.]