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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
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 (
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.The Party
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.]
[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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Kaneki doesn't refuse and his hands move again; feeling a bit more daring, one wraps around D33's waist and brings him closer, while the other moves to the back of his neck while fingers stroke the skin and eventually dig through the hair. It's fine, almost no one knows this is Kaneki, so all they'll see is drunk D33 kissing some random woman he brought to the party ]
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[It's worth noting that there's nothing particularly hungry about his kisses, either. They're light, slow, easy, pleasant - no big deal.]
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You are very affectionate, Dee. Maybe I'll start wearing this more often. [ or getting him drunk more often ]
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It does suit you, I suppose.
[A very D33-like compliment, but a compliment all the same. D33 is certainly enjoying the view.]
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While most men would not take that as a compliment, I will. I look pretty fierce. [ it's what women call themselves, right? Kaneki still doesn't have the whole lingo down, but he knows some things ]
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[And that, for D33, is a compliment - well, a fond acknowledgement, at the very least. He certainly doesn't sound displeased in saying so, and there's even the faintest hint of a smile on his lips - just as lazy and drunken as the rest of his body is right now.]
It's endearing.
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And you are very drunk. Do you want to go sit down?
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Yes'f course. [He mumbles it all at once, letting his hands finally drop down to his sides - but one of them tangles itself up with Kaneki's. He doesn't even notice it happen, really. They're off to sit somewhere - he just wants to make sure Kaneki is coming along.
[He really shouldn't be leading, but he's the one that starts stumbling off toward the patio first.]
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Ah-. do you want some wateR? [ it'll be good for his drunken state ]
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No, no. I wouldn't want you off...disappearing again.
[He's just gonna. Make himself comfortable right here. Ah, yes.]
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I'm not going to disappear.
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S'good. Good.