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Miss Martian's Halloween Dance

WHO: EVERYONE!
WHERE: Some big warehouse in Heropa.
WHEN: 8pm - 2am / Oct 29th
WHAT: Miss Martian's Halloween Dance!
WARNINGS: Someone is likely to spike the punch bowl, so expect potentially drunk teenagers and anything that might entail.

COME ONE, COME ALL

This is gonna be a party to leave you all sleeping till noon the next day. Top comments will be posted momentarily.

LINKS

SPOOKY DANCE FLOOR
PUNCH BOWL & SNACK BAR
PHOTO BOOTH
SOFA PIT
HAUNTED HOUSE + TRAIL

( REMINDER: This is an open invite party! Bring all your friends! Feel free to post anything extra you might have that doesn't fit into any of the locations offered! )

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[ He's still really not sure about the whole titan thing, but anyone who dresses up like Princess Aurora can't be... entirely suspicious. That's just 100% solid Robin logic. SO. ]

All the time! Probably with more actual deadly threats than this one'll have, but it'll do.

[ That's the spirit. He's as harmless as a... well, no. But someone can be a mass murderer and still a decent person, right? ]

I think the less deadly threats the better, considering it's a holiday. [ He says it thoughtfully, though with a hint of uncertainty that suggests, mostly, that he doesn't fully understand what is or isn't normal or appropriate for Halloween. ] ... At least that was my understanding. What kind are you expecting?

[ Okay, so that quiet uncertainty is kind of weirdly endearing. ]

I'm expecting this one to be safe. Like you said, since it's a holiday and everything. First time for you?

If you say it like that, it makes me wonder if someone should check it out ahead of time just in case.

[ He smirks, though. Whether Dick is joking or not, the idea at least doesn't make Reiner nervous. He nods after a moment. ]

Yeah. So far so good, I think -- it doesn't seem so bad. Do people like being scared that much?

It's fun, isn't it? Gets the adrenaline pumping but without any real danger.

It's all right, I guess. I'm starting to get used to the idea -- I never liked the feeling much, before. [ A pause. ] Fear, I mean -- not adrenaline.

Yeah, I get that. [ There's a little twinge of sympathy, and his smile softens. ] It's more like... you know when you get startled, but then you laugh afterwards, 'cause you weren't actually in any danger? Relief, I guess.

[ Does he know? ]

It's like that. But also there are plastic skeletons.

Oh -- yeah. I get what you mean. Is that the whole thing, then...? The big appeal about today? Aside from the costumes, obviously.

[ Which are obviously a very important part. He glances back to the haunted house and gestures with his arm. Not that he isn't interested to keep the conversation going, but they can walk and talk just as well; no sense in holding things up. ]

All right, then: after you.

Isn't the saying "age before beauty"? Although in this case, I guess you're both. Oh well. Onward!

[ Cheerily, he heads through the creaky door that leads inside the haunted house, bowing exaggeratedly for the lovely Princess Reiner. ]

Milady.

[ That's right, Dick, you work that charm. Reiner stares at him, then after another moment smirks faintly and begins to move past. ]

Listen, say whatever you want, but I'm not like other princesses.

[ He gives Dick a rough but companionable clap on the shoulder. ]

Nervous at all?

[ He's small enough that he wobbles a little under that shoulder clap, laughing. ]

Not yet. You?

[ Somewhere up ahead in the dark and the fake fog, the cheesy Halloween soundtrack cues up a wolf howl. ]

No way. Not unless something pops out that's going to try to eat us.

[ Though he's still smirking, he gives Dick a look that says, "but they don't do that here, right?" ]

If they don't let us in here with weapons, it can't be that bad.

Maybe that's why they don't let us in with weapons. Maybe it's a traaaap...

[ Spooooooky spirit fingers. ]

You think so?

[ He's taking you seriously, Dick, suddenly looking around them a little skeptically. ]

Are you any good with your bare hands, then?

[ Oh my God. OH MY GOD. This is the best day of Dick's life (this week). ]

Hmmmm. [ He appears to be giving this great thought. ] Well, I could probably take out a reanimated skeleton. Or a spooky evil nurse, if she was under five foot seven or so and she didn't have a bone saw.

What about you?

[ He nods, clenching a fist and holding it up in demonstration. ]

Oh, yeah. That'd be no sweat -- unless they had us completely surrounded, I can hold my own. But anything more than twice our size and hungry might still be a challenge.

[ Wait. Reanimated skeletons... evil nurse... Reiner's face goes a bit red and he looks at Dick with realization, looking both frustrated and sheepish. ]

Ah, wait. You were making a joke, huh?

[ Gotcha. Dick smiles, and it's at least sort of sympathetic. ]

Just a little bit. [ He pats Reiner's princessly bicep. ] But hey! It's good to know you've got this.

Now I feel like a jerk. [ Or an idiot. ] I should've figured -- any holiday where Annie can talk me into a dress can't be all that dangerous.

[ He recovers quickly, shaking his head and smiling back -- no hard feelings. So he jokes back: ]

But if you hurt your ankle in here tripping over a plastic skeleton, you're in good company. I'll just carry you out over my shoulder.

I'll swoon into your arms and everything.

[ He looks around for a second, making sure it seems like they're still going the right way. Straight? Are they supposed to turn?

Then, with a laugh: ]

Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Or the other way around would be even worse.

Then we'd both be in trouble. I'd be pinned. We'd have to wait for a rescue party.

[ This next door is a jump scare door, isn't it? It's toootally a jump scare door. He can feel it with every inch of his Bat training (and a whole bunch of cheesy horror movies under his belt, too). ]

If something pops out of the shadows, try not to punch it. [ He shouldn't have to say it, but then, he remembers Jaime decking that clown in the hay maze... ]

I'll be careful, don't worry about it. Anyway, I heal pretty quickly.

[ Instinct tells Reiner that something is up ahead, but he's not Haunted House-savvy enough to know particularly what; his muscles tense slightly in reflexive reaction, but he keeps his arms to his sides and his hands loose and not in fists at Dick's advice. ]

Sure, I won't-- [ And he doesn't, but the jump scare startles him that he jumps backward, grabbing Dick's arm and nearly yanking the other boy behind him. He manages not to go quite that far, though. ] Shit! What the hell was that?!

[ While Dick appreciates not being thrown behind the comparatively enormous human meat shield that is Reiner, being grabbed startles him more than the jump scare did. He lets out a high laugh, all surprised nerves and relief. ]

Wow! You really are a first timer.

Ah -- shut up, would you?

[ It's mild irritation mostly born of embarrassment that colors his tone; although he likes Dick well enough so far, this whole venture so far seems mostly an exercise in proving that Reiner needs to relax. No matter how he might joke and crack wise and shrug things off, the other side to that is how seriously he can take things, as well. (Too seriously.) ]

It's just instinct, I'll get the hang of it. [ He realizes he's still holding onto Dick's arm and lets him go with a short laugh. ] At least now I know better.

And knowing is half the battle. [ He adjusts his fake mustache slyly. ] I'm just messing with you. There's a first time for everything.

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