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]

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]