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Entry tags:
- aymeric de borel (final fantasy xiv),
- darlene alderson (mr robot),
- hanako rosalina nurumi (oc),
- jace herondale (shadowhunters),
- juno steel (penumbra),
- kurt wagner (xmcu),
- loki (mcu),
- magnus bane (shadowhunters),
- mandy slade (velvet goldmine),
- mikaela hyakuya (sote),
- nico di angelo (chb),
- peter parker (mcu),
- rafaello d’este (oc),
- steve rogers (mcu),
- wyatt lawson (oc)
I see trouble on the way.
Characters: Everyone! Yes, you too!
Summary: Mandy's Masquerade hosts a fantastic Halloween party with a costume contest, some very special cocktails, and a few other surprises.
Date(s): Late in the month of October.
Warnings/Notes: Please mark any threads that need content warnings.
Summary: Mandy's Masquerade hosts a fantastic Halloween party with a costume contest, some very special cocktails, and a few other surprises.
Date(s): Late in the month of October.
Warnings/Notes: Please mark any threads that need content warnings.
Mandy's is looking a bit festive this evening. Arrayed with spiderwebs, pumpkins, and other ghoulish decorations, the interior resembles a spooky haunted house. Spooky, not scary! Everyone's invited to stop by and celebrate All Hallow's Eve with spirited drinks, excellent company, and a lot of that Magnus flair.
You can loosen up on the dance floor to Monster Mash, Thriller, Dead Man's Party, or maybe something from this list. The spooky sky's the limit! Visit the bar for one of several special drinks you won't soon forget. You can also sample some tasty and holiday-appropriate baked goods, courtesy of the other Mr. Lightwood-Bane. Finally, stop by the table with the MAGIC 8 BALL to learn a little more about your fellow partygoers.
Potions.
drink list
Siren Song
If you're a little tone-deaf, don't fret. This drink will turn you into a master at serenading. It won't actually give you the ability to influence anyone via magical means, but maybe if your song choice is apt, you'll woo someone either way!
Firework!
A drink that comes with a portable fireworks show hovering over its surface. Drinking it will give you the sensation of ingesting liquid pop-rocks.
Blacklight
Does what it says on the tin and makes the drinker glow under a black light. It's also kind of sour.
Frankenstein's Monster
This drink is quite shocking. Not dangerously so, but when you drink it, you'll have the impression of getting a tingling little jolt of electricity down your spine. It's aliiiiive.
To Be or Not To Be (A Daemon)
Drink this and you will find you've been magically swapped with your daemon. It only lasts ten minutes, but hey! You'll get to see how the other half lives. A note: you won't inherit one another's abilities!
Who Wore It Best?
costume contest
Congratulations to our costume contest winners!
In first place for individual costumes...
In second place for individual costumes...
In third place for individual costumes...
In first place for couples costumes...
In second place for couples costumes...
In third place for couples costumes...
You can loosen up on the dance floor to Monster Mash, Thriller, Dead Man's Party, or maybe something from this list. The spooky sky's the limit! Visit the bar for one of several special drinks you won't soon forget. You can also sample some tasty and holiday-appropriate baked goods, courtesy of the other Mr. Lightwood-Bane. Finally, stop by the table with the MAGIC 8 BALL to learn a little more about your fellow partygoers.Potions.
drink list
Siren Song
If you're a little tone-deaf, don't fret. This drink will turn you into a master at serenading. It won't actually give you the ability to influence anyone via magical means, but maybe if your song choice is apt, you'll woo someone either way!
Firework!
A drink that comes with a portable fireworks show hovering over its surface. Drinking it will give you the sensation of ingesting liquid pop-rocks.
Blacklight
Does what it says on the tin and makes the drinker glow under a black light. It's also kind of sour.
Frankenstein's Monster
This drink is quite shocking. Not dangerously so, but when you drink it, you'll have the impression of getting a tingling little jolt of electricity down your spine. It's aliiiiive.
To Be or Not To Be (A Daemon)
Drink this and you will find you've been magically swapped with your daemon. It only lasts ten minutes, but hey! You'll get to see how the other half lives. A note: you won't inherit one another's abilities!
Who Wore It Best?
costume contest
Congratulations to our costume contest winners!
In first place for individual costumes...
Rafa wins for his devilish costume and he'll be awarded 2 potions: the first of which will up his luck stat, granting him good fortune in an endeavor (it says "Deal with the Devil" on the bottle) and the second will up his persuasion stat, helping him to be more successful in an argument (it says "The Devil's Advocate" on the bottle).
In second place for individual costumes...
Nico plunders the second place spot and will be given a treasure chest full of chocolates that are rum flavored. Careful, they pack a bit of a punch and when consumed, they'll make whoever eats them feel especially happy. No sad drunks here!
In third place for individual costumes...
Zeke and his amazingly sunny costume are in third and he wins a sunflower plant that will never cease to bloom and seems to have a bit of a glow about it. Plus, perpetual supply of sunflower seeds?
In first place for couples costumes...
Magnus and Alec came first for their portrayal of... each other... and they win a pair of seemingly mundane t-shirts that say "Bennet" and "Darcy" on them. What's that about?
In second place for couples costumes...
Vex and Kenzi delighted with their take on the Addams' family patriarch and matriarch and won second place. As a prize, Kenzi will be given a shampoo and conditioner set that seems pretty innocuous until you check out the writing on the bottles: 'Have YOU ever wanted hair like Cousin Itt? Are you ever in luck!' Just a small amount will make her locks lustrous and smooth. Vex will be given a very lifelike and animated hand in a box.
In third place for couples costumes...
Rose and Kaz were drop dead gorgeous in their mafia-inspired garb. As prizes, they will receive the following: for Rose, a pair of magical die that make music when thrown, and for Kaz, a set of playing cards that are intricately illustrated with astonishing art that seems to move. Watch out for the face cards, they get very opinionated about your playing. They both also receive a chip that can be relinquished to Magnus for a small magical favor.
MAGIC 8 BALL
icebreaker game
Sitting on a table to one side of the room is a fortune-telling device that might be familiar to some. However, rather than spitting out ambiguous answers to your queries, this magic 8-ball has been enchanted to pose icebreaker questions. Give it a shake and then post the question here for others to answer!
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[ While Link puzzles forever about what vegetable he could be- he loves them all!- others may feel free to give him their thoughts on the subject. ]
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nico di angelo ▪ open
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Και σε εσένα, φίλε μου.
[ He takes a sip of his drink, the delightfully named Frankenstein's Monster. It immediately sends a little shiver along his spine, and he grins at Nico. ]
I must wonder at Italians who prefer Greek, you know. Our own tongue is so much sweeter, Nico.
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thriller
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alec / ota
b. Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon— party...cleaner?
c. Don't you be afraid of love and affection— winding down
c!!!
Nothing. ( she clarifies -- ) You're just cute, that's all.
( it's kind of the way a big sister calls you cute, like she's partly teasing but mostly happy about hard earned evidence of alec lightwood's cuteness. those wandering gazes, they are so pure.
also in a big sister fashion, )
Do you think Magnus would agree with me? I could call him over. Hey, Magnus!
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sort of c.
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Vanyel Greyjoy | OTA
[His own outfit wasn't chosen with the costume contest in mind, so he doesn't enter it. Instead, he focuses on simply socializing - and, since he as good as promised he would when he and Rose made up after the fair, he does it with an eye toward getting close to people, generating the intimacy this city seems to need as much as Eudio did, if not more.
So though he recognizes precisely zero of the songs, he throws himself into the dancing. He's a quick study, and light on his feet, so he at least manages to avoid stepping on any toes - or tripping himself or anyone in the vicinity.
And when someone catches his eye in between songs, or seems to be wallflowering, he'll approach with a smile and a] Care to dance?
B. Say, What's In This Drink?
[Social drinking being an even bigger part of Imperial culture than dancing, he spends a lot of time at the bar too. He remembers hearing about the famous "magic cocktails" at Pandemonium, though he rarely ventured to the club to try any himself. He's rectifying that now, though, sipping at a drink sparking with fireworks to start with then systematically working his way down the list.
When he takes his first sip of a Frankenstein's Monster, he jumps - then laughs at himself for doing so. Glancing at the person on the next barstool, he offers a sheepish smile and says] Cheers. Have you tried one of these yet?
C. Under Your Spell - closed, for
[He's tried to keep his distance and not interfere with her date, and physically at least, he's managed. But he hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of her all night, and the more drinks he puts away the stronger the temptation becomes to cut in and smuggle her away to some dark corner. After the costume contest is finished, his resolve finally crumbles. After all, how could he stand by and just let her be unhappy?
So while her date is elsewhere, he slips his arms around her from behind and plants a kiss on her cheek.] If it were up to me [he murmurs, voice still thrumming with the effect of the Siren's Song he drank shortly before he came over] you would have won first prize. [Kiss, kiss, kiss, go his lips down the side of her neck as he talks.]
D. Wildcard
[Insert any/all other Halloween shenanigans of your choice here!]
c just for me
Okay, so. Maybe she hopes there will be. Hoping despite herself is what Rose does best though. Just like how she'd hoped to win this competition and instead fallen extremely short of that goal. Third place. Just the thought makes her face scrunch up in disatisfaction again. Not for the first time, she thinks she might as well have just lost. She's currently brooding over it again somewhere by herself when- ]
Is that so? [ she asks, question ending in a huffed laugh at the ticklish feeling of his lips against her skin. She doesn't even tense this time despite the surprise; it's a sign of how far she's come in comfort with intimacy such as this. A satisfied hum escapes her as she leans back into him just slightly, encouraging more of those gentle kisses. ]
What would have made me win?
[ Tell her she's pretty, boyfriend. She needs to hear it to cover up the sting of loss. And to Vex, no less. ]
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mikaela (mika) hyakuya ▪ open
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No, I've never heard anything like it before. [And though he doesn't go out of his way to show them, Mika might catch a glimpse of Ion's fangs in turn as he talks.]
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b, i'm sorry for him???
lmao no worries.
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Ion Fortuna | OTA
[The concept and traditions of Halloween didn't really survive Armageddon, and even if they had it's doubtful they'd have taken root in the Empire, among the Methuselah who don't believe in the concepts of souls or the afterlife to start with. So Ion wasn't inclined to come, at first - he's not in a celebratory mood to start with, less so when the celebration in question is of a holiday he's never even heard of.
But it's attend the party or stay alone in his empty apartment - and Ion is not well-suited to quiet, solitary pursuits. So he attends, not particularly dressed up by his own standards because he doesn't quite understand the point of doing so. But he's got enough jewelry and embroidery to look dressed up, so he doesn't stand out too much.
He looks briefly over the food and drink on offer, but doesn't take any just yet. Instead, he settles into a corner with good lines of sight and just watches the proceedings. Not knowing these people or understanding these customs, he's loathe to wade in and potentially make himself look foolish.]
II. Free My Soul
[But eventually he does begin to unbend a little. Accepts a drink offered by a smiling stranger, lets his foot start tapping in time with the rhythm. It's still an exceedingly strange party full of strangers, but... maybe it's not so bad, really?
He takes a sip of the drink - which turns out be a Frankenstein's Monster.] Oh! [He can't help but yelp, back going ramrod straight as the little shock rolls down his spine.] My apologies. [He murmurs when he realizes he's inadvertently jumped right into someone's path, and hurriedly backs out of it again.]
III. Wildcard
[Insert your own starter here or hit me up on plurk/via PMs to plot something else!]
III; lmk if this doesn't work or is too infmoddy
[ She's a bit passed the point of having much of filter. Not drunk but also not just buzzed anymore either. She's careful not to go past a certain limit though after the fair fiasco. She's done enough puking on curbs for, like, at least a few months. ]
How old are you?
[ He looks young, obviously, but she means more like... ]
I mean, actually. I don't think you're young as you look, if those fangs are authentic.
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Era Ra ☘ OTA
CREPPY
BOO
MASH
TRICK or TREAT
sort of mash ig but
curious. Anxious, maybe? It's strange. This is nothing to be worked up over and yet there's perhaps just a bit of nervousness in his steps. He does his best to keep his expression schooled into something cool and composed as always. Thankfully, he doesn't think anyone here knows him overly well enough to tell that he's just a bit more high strung than usual.
He was aware of the general idea but hadn't seen the final rendition. That is, until Era walks into the party and- Gorgeous feels like it doesn't come close to accurately describing the confidence of her stride, the ethereal beauty of the outfit alone, the cadence of her voice that's sweeter than he ever realized. It's enough to smite the hearts of weaker men and he supposes that makes him weak in his own right because smitten he definitely is. ]
Might I have this dance?
[ he asks, as the tempo of the music slows. He bends just a little to meet her eye level and hopes her heels don't hinder anything. ]
it's boo-tiful
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boo!
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Mandy Slade | OTA
[while she has become a bit less adventurous in the last few years thanks to both money and the eighties in general, given the chance to imbibe in something new safely is something Mandy can't possibly turn down. Besides, this is the first time in quite awhile she's been able to sidle up to a bar looking pretty glamorous, if she does say so herself. Which she might, actually, which is refreshing.
After considering her options for a little while, she finally settles on the Siren's Song--she's passable enough for dirty cabaret normally, after all--and downs it...well, as quickly as might be expected of someone who normally looks as wrung out as she does, then turns to the person next to her with a grin]
Can't promise I'll know it, but any suggestions for how a...lady should test her new pipes?
B. Do you jive?: On the dance floor
[it's been a long time since Mandy's gone clubbing in the proper sense. Drinking until the bar closes, sure. But her clubbing days were one of the many immaterial things she'd lost in the divorce.
But it doesn't take much liquid courage for her to get out there, knowing her moves might be a bit outdated but figuring that she can get away with it in her current costume. And she's stunned by how good it feels to be doing this again, letting the music speak to her body this way.
And if the music and the booze bolster her to be almost as confident as the girl she'd been so that she actually turns to the nearest person with a smile, all the better] Hello there. Is this a solo affair, or could you use another set of hands?
[look, her husband gave her a worse line in an ugly dress and still won her over]
C. Wildcard
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Oh, excuse me-- [ Turbulence, there's so much turbulence. ] Is Whitney Houston an option? [ says the butterfly in question, alighting on the bar beside Mandy and the as-yet unresponsive Magnus. It's worth noting he has an empty drink in hand. Could be he's pondering a question first posed by the Bard (to be or not to be?). ]
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Rafa | OTA
B. Drinks and Dancing
C. CREATE YOUR OWN
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Do you often threaten to bite other vampires, Rafa?
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Loki | ota
[ Loki knows little of Halloween. Three days on Earth hasn't given him the chance to mingle or understand any of their customs or slang, though Loki has always been a fast learner. Though he's not particularly keen on mingling in parties, he has recognized the need for it, at least. Even if he finds himself rebelling inwardly. He does not enjoy doing what he must. He's had far too much of that in his life before.
( know your place, brother )
At least his costume was an easy one. Magic on clothing was easy and the green flare when Loki steps in dressed as Captain America fades immediately once he strides in for a drink. He goes for Frankenstein's monster, grinning sharply as the shock passes through him. It is nothing compared to Thor's bolts of lightning after all. ]
Oooh, it tingles. I'm almost impressed.
[ b. i don't dance (i know you can) ]
[ Loki mostly lingers at the sidelines. He barely knows anyone here to ask people for a dance and he prefers to observe for the most part. The couples, the strangers, the laughter. It sours him a little, the mood a little too reminiscent of Asgard's revelry, but he finds that his anger is only skin deep. Perhaps it is because he has finally cut his ties. Or he has lied to himself long enough to believe it.
Whatever the case, he continues to watch and smirk as people twirl around. ]
I see dance truly is a dying art form.
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HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND (ALSO B SWEATS LMK IF THIS NEEDS CHANging)
AND SO he is tugging and whirling people around, moving easily to the music, letting them go, being slightly ironic about it because-- because he's Tony Stark, and as un-self-conscious as he is, he's rarely ever 100% unironic. Which is why somehow, in the middle of stepping sideways and bumping into someone, slipping his hand around their waist, somehow
he wound up holding a very tall Asgardian with flippy hair. Hmmmm, he thinks. "Hmmm."
I'VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU (AGAIN)
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kurt wagner ❧ ota
[Coming to this party hadn't been high up on his list, but after being convinced to enter the costume contest (which ended with some decent results, in his opinion), skipping out on the actual get-together seemed counterproductive.
Besides, this would be the perfect time to try and integrate himself into the masses.
So, with his dancer's scarf wrapped around his middle like so, Kurt figures he has the entire look put together enough that he can mingle with his fellow party-goers. At first, he might come off as quiet, perhaps somewhat timid even, but the more welcome he begins to feel, the more confidence he gains and this makes him drop his guard.
Enough so that he actually manages to chat, instead of fretting about how they're supposed to get back home.]
ride with the moon in the dead of night
[As the party progresses, there's a moment where he breaks away from the crowd for a small breather, settling himself near the bar where some people have gotten odd drinks. Far too curious for his own good, Kurt decides to order a couple: the Firework! and the Siren's Song.
The first one leaves him with a peculiar 'bubbling' in his belly that makes him snicker, his thoughts becoming reminiscent of a type of candy his fellow students had shared with him at one time. Maybe it's made of the same stuff? Either way, he's tempted to go for a second of those, but after downing the other drink, he waits, momentarily enjoying the bit of warmth he gets.
Guess there's a reason they call it 'liquid courage.'
It's a long few minutes of contemplation, though Kurt straightens from his slumped posture, shoulders back and head held high. Now, he isn't tone deaf by any means, but singing has never been on his list of 'things to do.' When a certain song begins to play, he can't resist the urge to join in, for some reason.
Much to his surprise, what comes out isn't at all what he'd expect it to be.]
♫ I put a spell on you!
And now, you're mine ... ♫
it's astounding, time is fleeting— madness takes its toll!
[After his earlier show, the azure-skinned boy is tucked away in a more empty spot, nursing a cup of water. Regardless of how awesome he'd sounded, he still seems embarrassed by his inability to contain the singing.
He downs the glass, goes back for more, watching silently as others continue to celebrate. Everyone looks to be having fun, so he would say the party was a success, which meant congratulations were in order for the host of said festivities.
Even if he's lost in thought, should someone come up to ask for a dance, he'll quickly right himself, doing his best to not fumble over his words.] Oh, I— I couldn't. I'm not that great of a dancer.
[Small white lies are okay if you don't want to make a fool out of yourself, right?]
wildcard;
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[ comes a familiar voice. It also probably sounds familiar because of how enthusiastic he is, honestly. That just... never seems to stop. Get used to it.
Either way, Kurt now has a captive fishman for an audience. He's giving the biggest,
toothiest grin and looking at the blue boy almost expectantly. ]
Please, continue! I'd love to hear more of your song.
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Wyatt Lawson | OTA
B. Dance Machine
C. CREATE YOUR OWN
it took me forever to decide but i'm going with b
[At least, not this form of gamboling about. Everything looks a bit too intimate, which is not to say that it shouldn't be, but Kurt hasn't actually danced with anyone who wasn't a sibling or another family member. He honestly shouldn't be surprised that someone is already trying to get him to join in, though.] Besides, you seem to be having plenty of fun without me.
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Amanda Perry | OTA
[While her time in Eudio made Amanda a little more comfortalbe in settings like this, normally she still would have been more likely to stay home with her Evee and electronics than come here. But the effects of that little 'adventure' are still with her, so she needs all the ridiculous fun she can find.
So she's here, wearing maybe a little more leather than a lot of people who know her would expect, and humming over the drinks. She was familiar with similar selections back at Pandemonium the couple times she'd gone, so she's not as worried as she might otherwise have been.
Which means if you come up to her, you might just see a glowing Amelia Earhart, talking maybe to the gray parrot nearby or maybe herself as she turns her hand over for inspection]
You know, I probably would have asked how this works before, but now I really don't think I want to spoil the mystery.
B. Dancefloor
[Amanda can't dance.
At least, she will insist this very loudly most of the time. Still, she's trying not to be apart from everything anymore, so she's at least walking around the floor looking at people's costumes and trying to draw on a bit of the confidence the person she'd been in the prison world who had left her with these powers seemed to have in clubs. Or at least that one club. She'd liked it there, and had even danced sometimes.
So she's here, at least moving a little to the music--and maybe bumping into you]
Oh--god I'm sorry!
C. Wildcard
[come bug the awkward scientist wherever you want, or hit me up at
i'm assuming at some point in the past 2 months or so, k did tell her he got vamp'ed!
You look good enough to eat.
[this compliment comes with the exposure of a neat white fang over his bottom lip, a wink.] What are you, some kind of old-school pilot? Lady Indiana Jones? Indianette Jones.
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clary fray ( open. )
b. i have swept the very bravest off their feet
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You'll have to forgive me, I'm not sure what poprocks are. [ ... Well. ] Or Coke. At least, not in the context you're referring to it.
[ He lives such a sad life, Clary. Help him. ]
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Darlene Alderson | OTA
[ If it's still early in the night, she's still feeling fairly sober, perhaps glued to a seat at the bar, vibing along to whatever Halloween themed tunes happen to be echoing from the speakers with a brightly colored concoction in her hands -- at least, the one that isn't sporting a murder glove. She's not exactly a conversationalist, content to sit at the bar and get completely wasted in silence, but if you do decide to try striking up some kind of conversation, be ready for a slightly abrasive reply. ]
[ Somewhere later into the evening, it's likely you'll come across Darlene Krueger far more inebriated and it much better spirits. She's likely to be found requesting that Michael Jackson's Thriller is played more times than should be legally allowed -- even for a Halloween themed event. Offering to take lines of multicolored shots one after another -- in what she calls a drinking game, but looks a lot more like a way to get drunk as quickly as possible. Or possibly even out on the dance floor actually busting out some moves to one of her many Thriller requests. ]
[ By the time she reaches near blackout, if you don't find her curled over a sink, or one of the toilets (likely groaning about how she'll never get this wasted again.), she's more than likely to be found taking in the cool nighttime air. A lit cigarette poised between her fingers -- and probably quite a few more finished all the way to down the filter at her feet -- and her daemon displaying various windows of news feeds, messages, endlessly scrolling lists of coding, and photos geotagged with nearby locations (most of which consist of shots from the party.)
Every few moments she pauses long enough to type out a message, but otherwise rarely looks up from the screens or her cigarette. ]
[ Anything you'd like, whenever and where ever you'd like! I'm happy to write starters, or you can ping
trashhheeedddd (also lmk if this doesn't work)
Ahem. Anyway. That's what Rose is doing in this moment, crouched down next to Darlene and gingerly holding back her brunette locks. ]
Ah, yes, wise words to live by. You won't, really, but. It's the thought that counts.
[ Rose had recited the same mantra of 'I'll never drink again' after puking on the curb after the summer fair; yet, here she is, Darlene's hair in one hand and a magical martini in the other. Thankfully though, she hasn't purposefully pushed past her limit tonight. ]
it's all good in the hood, frand!
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Peter Parker | OTA
[ Peter didn't really get invited to too many parties back home. To be fair, the last party he attended ended up with him having to ditch early and chase down baddies with alien weapons -- probably for the best, he figures he would have somehow embarrassed himself trying to go through his task of making himself and Ned look cool.
But, this party so far shows no signs of aliens, their weapons, or any obvious bad guys -- not unless someone has purposely dressed up as one, and Peter isn't very worried about someone dressed as a criminal doing crime. It seems too expected. He arrives himself dressed as the defender of a galaxy far, far away: Luke Skywalker, and if you're lucky enough you'll notice a Darth (Ned) Vader hanging around at his side more often than not.
(You might even find them engaging in a lightsaber battle in the middle of the dance floor -- with what are the closest things Peter could make to real ones.)
He can also be found actually attempting to dance, although not with much luck. He likely has the flailing movements and rhythm of someone who is three sheets to the wind, but Peter Parker is Very Sober throughout the whole evening. ]
[ Peter Parker is usually a good kid, sometimes to a fault. He typically always follows the rules, tries to be as responsible as possible, and as a general rule tries not to do anything he'd regret too much the next day.
(That small grey area between What Tony Stark Would Do and What Tony Stark Wouldn't Do.)
But, without any real consequences like a protective and nosy Aunt, or a Spanish quiz bright and early the next day, Peter decides he can let loose just a little.
It's Halloween, after all! (Almost.)
So what does any sixteen-year-old do at a party when given free reign to do anything? Finds liquor, of course. Nerd or otherwise, Peter Parker is still just an average somewhat rebellious teenager.
When he finds Leo, it's with a wide grin on his face and an obvious something hidden behind his back. ]
Hey! I wanna show you something cool.
[ Why he chooses Leo over Ned to show his thievery off to, he isn't sure. Maybe because he actually does think that Leo is pretty cool -- and because he kind of has a record of abandoning Ned at parties.
(Sorry, Ned.) ]
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lmk if this doesn't work!!
Then, without warning, she's brandishing it at Peter. ]
Let's go, dude. You and me. Mono... e mono? [ Her eyes drift upward contemplatively. ] Whatever, [ she decides, gaze snapping down to Luke Skywalker. ] One on one. C'mon, I got some skills. [ That s definitely sounded more like a z because she's trying to be edgy and cool. ]
it's all good in the hood, frand!
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COMMANDER SHEPARD. ▎ota.
( shepard is a bad dancer. she knows this -- her crew never quite lets her forget, every dancefloor on the citadel, or aria's omega. but. here's the thing. shepard -- doesn't care. she might be stuck in an oversized hamster onesie, with a couple of drinks contentedly thrumming in her veins to the sway of the music, and she might be naturally disinclined towards dancing, but she does it anyway, shaking a tail feather.
point and laugh, or join in the shepard shuffle? your choice! )
TWO.
( winding down a bit, shepard finds a comfortable seat and an even more comforting drink and relaxes, enjoying the crowd and whoever might be around to converse with. she's friendly enough, and seems like she has a fair share of stories to tell, equally as eager to sit back and listen.
if you aren't paying attention, you might be surprised to see her hands suddenly occupied with snacks. if you are paying attention, you'll see her reach into the zippered front of her onesie and pull out -- you know, the works. chips, candy bars. the candy corn things everyone pretends to hate. any questioning glances are met with one of her own, before she offers whatever she happens to be munching on gladly, tilting her head. )
Want some?
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He throws one of the little chips into his mouth, arching an eyebrow at her.] This is me, [he says,] not drawing any kind of parallels to my earlier joke about 'milking oneself.' Zero. How are you doing? You know, if somebody bursts through that door, [he points,] yelling thief, I'm ratting you out.
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⋆ two - like a plastic bag
⋆ three - wildcard
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[...something he would go into, except now he realizes where he knows that voice from. And he's looking at Steve with undisguised surprise, forgetting to blink, his work-tanned face stuck rigid in a blank expression. Tony himself is dressed up, boringly, but mostly paranoidly, as Iron Man. No helmet, but everything else is attached, the red and gold armor. The way that Steve doubtless remembers. Tony stares at him. Jumping to conclusions. Jumping back from conclusions. Circling his conclusions. Reminding himself that—
--that facetwins are a thing in this universe.]
Cap, [he says anyway.]
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hanako 'rosalina' nurumi 🌹 closed
dick grayson;
Despite the fact that Rose is well aware that's always a possibility with converging worlds like these, people not remembering or face twins or whatever else, it still hits in such unexpected ways. She's mostly sad, at first. He's still the Dick that she knew. Far too cute and kind for his own good, especially to her. It makes her heart flutter in all the same ways whenever he smiles, too, even trying to remind herself she shouldn't put any expectations on him. He might look, walk, talk, and act the same but-
He's not.
Once she's done being sad, which is about one drink too many in despite telling herself she'd be a bit more careful after the fair, she's excited. He doesn't remember her. This means, like the way she used to at home, she can re-invent herself. This time, she won't be the shy, bumbling, and (hopefully) endearingly awkward girl. She'll be confident and charismatic and. Sexy, maybe? Can she actually pull of sexy? After another magical shot, she decides she can at least try. ]
Hey, dude, [ she says, pulling her hair down out of its bun. Things just Got Real. She smiles big and bright, gathering courage she didn't know she had to try and tug him onto the dance floor. ] Do you dance? [ She knows he does because she'd snuck into more than a few of his performances in Eudio as a secret admirer. ] You look like you do. I do, but-
[ As if on cue, her daemon Apollod cuts the music currently playing and a perhaps familiar thrum starts through the speakers instead. 3, 6, 9 - Damn, she fine... She can't even feel sorry for the people suddenly thrown off by the shift in music. Look, she feels like she has a bit of musical authority having been a DJ proper for the host not so long ago so. It's fine. They'll get over it. ]
I wanna' see you get low.
im yellin
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Tonn Beag ♒ Open
[ The concept of Halloween is one that Tonn is only vaguely familiar with; Abigail only really celebrated it as a day of communing with her ancestral spirits, and maybe some times with sweets. But the little kraken would be lying if she said the idea of dressing up wasn't interesting! ]
[ So tonight, she finds her way to the masquerade with a costume that looks sort of like Ursula from the Little Mermaid, if Ursula were more petite and had the colour scheme of Glinda the Good Witch. ]
[ The only part of the costume that's actually a costume, however, is her light-pink top and the plastic conch shell on a string; all eight of those wriggly tentacles below the waist are 100% natural. Sorry for the potential heart attacks, guys. ]
2) drink break;
[ Out of all the drinks that are offered, Tonn's favourites seem to be the Firecracker and the Frankenstein's Monster. Clearly, that means that she should combine them both, right? Right? ]
[ Right. So excuse her while she finds a cup large enough to do some mixing, probably against better judgment, humming to herself all the while. ]
[ Someone should talk her out of this madness before it escalates. Or enable it, for SCIENCE!™ ]
3) 8-ball, gimme a question;
[ At some point during the party, she finds her way over to the magic 8-ball table, takes it into her hands, and gives it a hard enough shake that it almost slips out of her hands. ]
[ Whoops. After her near fumble, she looks into its little glass. ]
If you could... switch places with anyone in your family for a day, who would it be? ...
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[ How about she... not answer that. Shake. Shake-shake-shake. Shake-shake-shake-shake-shake. ]
Which would you prefer — three wishes over five years or one wish right now? ... Huh, that's an interesting one. What would I even wish for???
[ Completely missing the point of the question entirely, of course. ]
4) wildcard;
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Sidon is actually quite fascinated by what she's doing with the drinks. It hadn't occurred to him to mix them - or anyone else, from what he's seen - so he's interested. In her experiment. Also, her in general. He's a giant fish man. Tonn, with all her tentacles, feels perhaps a bit familiar. Marine creatures gotta' stick together and all. ]
I'm curious to see what you'll come up with!
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juno steel / ota
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secret background context: ezekiel's been talking about being in love with them for months, but making out with, boning everything that moves for survival, and tonight they're sucking face with some stranger who had janus' old face, which janus misses, from time to time. as a couple, janus and ezekiel had always been doomed from the start, which was why janus had been honest about their lack of true romantic reciprocity and prudent about setting a couple boundaries. but all signs pointed to that those boundaries were quite fucked, which was obvious !! from the beginning, you shouldn't move in with a handsome man just because you saved them once and they have feelings for you-- and yet.
people are confusing.]
Dance with me please, adorable hamster genderqueer, [they say. they fling their arms about juno's hamster suit shoulders and begin to sway, slightly off-balance but sort of rhythmically.] Thank you, I appreciate it.
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Arthur Stuart | open
A large part of it is thanks to Mandy's steady hand with a makeup brush--she worked some kind of miracle along his jawline, softening the hard angles into something passably feminine. A year ago, he'd have been paralyzed by embarrassment even thinking about wearing a skirt; sure, he's done himself up for Halloween in the last few years under the loving tutelage of his flatmates, but he never quite managed to step over that line completely. Then Mandy had pitched her costume idea, and seemed to immediately read his body language when he suggested his second choice, and before he could insist that he'd have a lovely time playing her husband she'd already started looking for a pair of heels.
And now here he is, heels and all. They even managed to find stockings and ladies' knickers--although he'd flushed hotly when he saw them, and had needed a moment to work up to the idea, they admittedly did improve his silhouette. It's a bizarre and foreign feeling, the swish of silk against the back of his legs and the new unsteadiness of walking in heels much thinner than his platform boots, but he also feels...
...Liberated. Freer than he has since an early February morning, sheltered from the first flakes of snowfall by a warm smile and warmer arms.
Giddy from a combination of nerves, excitement and alcohol, Arthur manages to keep enough of his coordination to continue pouring drinks--but there's a pinkness to his cheeks that's not from the rouge and a slight breathlessness to his voice.]
What're you having?
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And she's kind of glad for that, because it means she feels pretty secure in heading to the bar and not getting any unwanted attention. It had escaped her mind that Arthur would be there--she hasn't been to the club before this, even if it would probably be more her style than Pandemonium had been--but she grins when she sees him]
Hey. Ah, as much as I'm sure it would be hilarious for everyone if Graced and I switched places, I think I'll stick to that backlight thing for now.
You look great, by the way. Your roommate did all that? [she saw the woman whizzing past at some point--how do you not notice someone in green face paint who actually manages to make it look something besides totally cheesy--and would been stunned she and Arthur live together if it weren't for her own living situation with Kavinsky]
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