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

[fehus]

[he lies;]

I didn't wash my hands --

[and approaches Peter, a palm extended towards his smirking face]

[quickfingers]

[He heard the water. And is cocky enough to bet?]

That's disgusting. [He doesn't step back. He sticks out his tongue toward Magnus's hand instead, in this game of disgusting chicken.]

[fehus]

[Magnus yanks his hand back just before impact, holding it to his chest like a wounded bird, giving a soft uuueeh in his throat]

Dude, you're crazy gross! What if I really didn't wash my hands? Ugh!

[quickfingers]

I fear nothing. [He says deadpan; but in reality, well. He knew you weren't that gross.

Hoped. Had faith.] Plus unless you're a twohander, you were coming at me with your right. I know you're lefthanded.

[fehus]

[there's a moment or two of stunned silence, before]

-- You are a pee-voyeur, fuck!

[Magnus covers his face with his (CLEAN) hands, laughing into them]

[quickfingers]

[Peter ends up cracking up, giving Magnus a good hearted shove. See how we just clearly got over the awkwardness that was about to develop before you went to take a leak? We don't need to go back there, to the sibling thing. Not when pee-voyeurism is the hot topic.

He claps his own hands up against both of Magnus' cheeks.] Me, on the other hand? I haven't washed my hands in a while.

[fehus]

[the shove doesn't -- frankly do anything -- but Magnus makes a sound like some kind of animal getting caught in a door, the hair on the back of his neck standing up, as Peter's hands close over his face]

No -- stop, no -- no, stop --

[it's cheating, but he does use his super strength to easily -- gently -- push Peter off, breaking the hold with his forearms. No, Thank You!!!!]

Don't lie, you've never washed your hands, Maximoff.

[quickfingers]

[Peter raises his brows, whistling at that strength. He keeps going up against people who can kick his ass if they really meant to, he should really think before he acts one of these days. He looks down at his palm, a slightly glitter stained and blood caked disaster.

Shrugging.] Sounds about right.

I try to follow the instructions but, soap - then water? Or water and then soap? [Delivering the question with a deliberately obtuse expression.]

[fehus]

[Magnus honestly rarely takes advantage of his einherjar strength -- except when it comes to people touching him, or like, you know, oncoming death. people with clearly parasite infested hands are both categories??]

[he steps to the side, pointing to the open bathroom behind him]

For you? Both. And turn the "H" knob one all the way and hold your hands there for a few hours.

[quickfingers]

H... that's the cold one, right? [He pretends to take a step toward the bathroom, struggling with the concept.

But he does get to the doorway and realize it might be a good idea, in actuality, to wash his own blood away - at the very least - to be a sanitary host. Look at him go, turning on the tap with a squeak. One last look at his hand and he does go about washing it like a pro.]

For the record, you may have my blood on you. Upside, it's mutant blood. On the downside, still actual blood.

[fehus]

[Magnus looks absently down at the blood on his hands, which... he's already forgotten about, because blood on somebody in Valhalla was about as noteworthy as pointing out there was also oxygen in the room]

Is... that a problem? The mutant part?

[should he be concerned...]

[quickfingers]

Are you asking if I have mutant cooties? [Hmph. He dries his hands on - a towel that he then regrets touching on account of how many other people tonight might've done the same. But he's too lazy to re-wash and just... wipes his palms on his jacket. That'll solve it.]

So rude, man. So rude?

[fehus]

You're the one who brought it up, zombie.

[Magnus joins Peter in the bathroom, edging around him to get to the sink and washing the Icky Mutant Blood away]

And someone should maybe tell your dad's boyfriend that the word "mutant" is like, maybe not the best choice for his PR campaign, even if it's scientifically accurate.

[quickfingers]

[Peter leans against the wall and his nose twitches at hearing Charles be called his dad's boyfriend, not negatively but just - it's weird? It'd be the same way to hear his like teacher start dating his mom. Weird mentor overlap.]

What else are you gonna call us? Believe me, I agree that Charles shouldn't quit his day job when it comes to naming things. There was a group of us that are unfortunately named X-Men, and I am really starting to think it's 'cause of a fixation with X's.

[fehus]

Not to mention you're not all men?

[that's been bugging him for the entirety of knowing any of X-Haus]

And I don't know. I'm still working out the right terminology for telling people I'm dead, immortal, homeless, and a demigod. Put your dad's boyfriend on that and see if he calls me X-House or X-Living or something.

[quickfingers]

Charles - just call him Charles. [Please.] Dad's boyfriend is one step away from step-dad and I'm not ready for that.

I'm still not even sure I'm cool calling Erik dad half the time. My family is so messed up, man.

[fehus]

[oh -- he jerks his head up a little, like Peter's clapped]

Sorry, I didn't realise it was like, a weird thing?

[a pause]

...Speaking of, messed up families...

[quickfingers]

[Peter shrugs. It's kinda a weird thing.]

Yeah?

[fehus]

[he holds up his hand, points to it]

The whole, sister-trying-to-kill-you-at-your-fun-Halloween-party, thing?

[quickfingers]

Right. [They're going back to that, aren't they. Damn.]

So, well. Friendly bickering went really sour - somewhere around me calling her a witch bitch, but in my defense she is bitchy and dressed as a witch. I know in retrospect I could've not said what I said for some other reasons, but it escalated from there.

[...] It could've been worse. The only reason I got fucked up was because I've been drinking.

[fehus]

Yeah, no, "I should have dodged" is like, a concerning reaction to that?

[he frowns, eyes dropping to the carpet]

Not that calling her names was like, a bright idea. She can't really be friendly if her emotions are turned off. Which is also still pretty concerning.

[...]

Um. Yeah.

peter: explains stories so well

[quickfingers]

[Peter sucks in a breath.] I mean, I cut my hand because I did dodge - but I was [vague hand gesture] and it was [vaguer hand gesture] and it almost kinda ricocheted into the crowd. So I grabbed it. Which, when you're not really thinking about what you're doing is a terrible idea at high speeds.

I like broke my hip too, it's been amazing. [Exaggeration is his coping method in times of stress, alright? He's got a bruise the size of a baseball though, but he's not about to show you while they're two dudes standing in a bathroom with the door open.]

We kinda threw beer at each other, that was the real kicker. [He chuckles, despite himself.] I really got her good with that. It's really not funny, except it is.

Re: peter: explains stories so well

[fehus]

[oops that convoluted story didn't matter -- Magnus' eyes immediately drop from Peter's face, and it might be more obvious this time, that he's taking in what kind of damage was hiding on Peter]

What? Let me see your hip.

[quickfingers]

[Peter's chuckle kind of dies and he watches Magnus watching him.] What? No, it's fine.

Stop undressing me with your eyes, Chase. It's just a bruise. [A pretty good one from smashing up against that table, and his ankle's seen better days. But does he frowns at drawing too much attention to himself here.]

[fehus]

"I like broke my hip" doesn't sound like just a bruise. You realise it's really easy for me to heal, right? Like, I'm bad at most stuff, but actually okay at healing?

[he will never understand the resistance he gets, offering to heal. it made sense in Valhalla, where dying with glory was preferable in most cases than being repeatedly healed (which was also frustrating to him). but it makes no sense here, with mortals, who treat their bodies like disposable garbage]

Small stuff takes like, no energy.