Miss Martian's Halloween Dance

[bioshift]

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! )

Comments

[lyingheart]

[ Cleaning up dead bodies... Annie really doesn't enjoy that thought. She's done it in the days following the attack on Trost. She doesn't let herself remember the sights, or smells, right now. She makes a noise probably lost under the volume of the music, agreeing with his statement. Bodies are a mess to clean up after, especially en masse. ]

At least Lucifer is gone for now. Makes it a little less probable for a repeat.

[ sweet summer child, Annie, who does not know who else is around who might be able to pull off zombie horde flashmobs ]

[fistofthejoestar]

[Lucifer..? Jonathan assumes that this is just a seasonal joke rather than anything actually serious and lets it roll off his back. this entire conversation is just made up of summer children.]

That's good to hear. I'd much rather have my time taken up with less troublesome activities.

[lyingheart]

[ no better way to dance to Thriller than as sweet summer children all up in conversation-town. the song winds down, about thirty seconds from setting them both free into the wilds of this, er. party. thing. ]

Around here, what exactly do you consider those less troublesome activities to be?

[ half curious, half a tease, and then somehow half serious because man she does not want to deal with zombies without minds (or... with them) again, unless she has to. ]

[fistofthejoestar]

I'd like to say nearly anything else, but I seem to find some way to make even the most harmless of activities complicated for myself.

[despite the self-admitted garbage luck, he seems to be taking the whole thing as a very amusing joke.]

[lyingheart]

[ if one must suffer, perhaps one may also laugh at themselves? who knows, annie isn't really in one camp or the other over the idea. ]

That's an unfortunate talent. Looks like you've been surviving it so far - or might have been. No offense meant if you haven't.

[ since... people are dead and undead all over around here. ]

[fistofthejoestar]

I've never let something like that stop me for very long. It may keep occurring, but it won't get the best of me.

[hahaha if only he knew......]

[lyingheart]

[ so how did you die again jonathan ]

For the moment. Lucky for you.

[ .........she tries to make that last sound upbeat. it sounds more... uncertain. HOW DO YOU SAY "GOOD ON YOU FOR NOT BEING DEAD YET" the only way she knows how is to say "how the hell are you not dead yet" and that seems awkward with someone she barely knows and thus isn't all that invested in because #annie people's right ]

[fistofthejoestar]

[look that wasn't bad luck that was equal parts being too good for this earth and being strangled by the red string of fate]

For as long as I have people I need to protect.

[which is always. Jonathan makes up for Annie's uncertainty with the bright absoluteness of his tone.]

[lyingheart]

[ red strings really only are meant for strangling, come now. though what he says reminds her of... people. important people. how tied up the people she knows are in personal relationships, and how hard they'll fight for those people they want to protect. ]

If the world worked that way, it'd be a kinder place than it is. Still... good luck.

[fistofthejoestar]

Thank you. [he laughs lightly] I hope that the next time we dance, it will be one I'm familiar with beforehand.

[lyingheart]

[ she bows her head, ready to get the heck off the dance floor (forever). ]

If there is a next time. About all I know is a few styles of American ballroom dance. ... And this.

[ oh useless knowledge ]

[fistofthejoestar]

I'm sure there will be. That sounds a bit closer to my speed, at the very least.

[and even then he's already resigned himself to probably still being old-fashioned in some way anyhow. alas.]

[lyingheart]

[ if it's any comfort... he's probably still more modern than she is.

... that's probably not a comfort... ]

Have a good rest of your evening. Ah... and try not to accidentally kidnap anyone tonight.

[ some things are stranger than other things and some things were on television news reruns but hey!!! annie nods her head again, considering that a decent goodbye, and heads off into the night. like batman. sweet! ]

[fistofthejoestar]

[WHY CAN'T ANYONE LET THAT GO HE CAME HERE NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT


he internally monologues like he isn't immediately going to let it roll off his back and keep getting awkwardly swept up into more dance moves he doesn't understand all night. very memorable goodbye, Annie.]

[lyingheart]

[ u r welcome, sir, for having been memorable enough that even the one who doesn't watch much tv past the news off and on notices what you did

okay

okay

plus having it backed up by the network postings that followed makes it easier to piece together the stuff that went down

but bam gone HAVE A GREAT NIGHT, JONATHAN, DANCE AWKWARD AND WELL ]