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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.

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...

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.

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[sweetheart, huh. affirmitive. kavinsky isn't taken aback at all when kurt has a peek into his gob, his eyes crossing slightly to watch the mutant, his own hollow eyes crinkling in amusement.]

We share plenty of blood, man. Don't you know anything about vampires? What's your name anyhow?

[That's indisputably something different. Usually, when he gets up in someone else's face, they react with bewilderment or at least try to pull away, but Kavinsky-- he makes it seem like it's a challenge. Meaning he isn't planning on moving either.]

Not what I meant, [Nightcrawler huffs.] And ja, I know plenty, although I've never met any real life vampires. Until arriving here, anyway. My name's Kurt.

[a challenge is right. asked and answered. kavinsky curls his upper lip, high enough to expose the points of white fangs. he leans forward, cheerful, messing with the oscillating distance of space. he can feel the heat off kurt's breath from here, and the warmth of his blood.]

Hi, Kurt. Show me your fangs.

["Show me your fangs," he says. Kurt squints, examining the points of Kavinsky's canines, but also scrutinizing the way he toys with their closeness. He's not one to give up easily; the vampire in front of him seems to be in the same boat.] ... okay.

[So, he allows his lips to curl, pearly whites peeking past the blue of his lips, bottom jaw shifting downward to give the other boy a better look.]

[and suddenly

kavinsky is much too close. his nose brushing over the mutant boy's scarred cheek, his own fangs exposed, sniking briefly across kurt's teeth in turn, before his lips take over, trying to suck kurt's funny grimace into a kiss.

it could actually be more awkward.]

[Well, damn, that's unexpected.

Those wild eyes dilate with surprise, his breath coming up short once Kavinsky has effectively invaded the remainder of personal space between them. The split second he has to retort is thwarted by a nose across his cheek, the click of their teeth meeting, and lips pressing against his own.

In all fairness, Kurt's dumbstruck by the gesture, unable to fully process what exactly has just happened. He withdraws, brow creased, nose wrinkled, confusion blatant on his face.] Wha— [he hesitates, fumbles with the words,] w-what are you doing?

I'm sucking on your lip a little bit, [kavinsky says, rocking back on his heels. his expression is blandly amused.] You don't know? The Hell are lips for?

[that's

obviously the point.]

Uhhh ... [Well, coming off looking like a gaping fish hadn't been the plan, but here they are.

Besides, what else can he say except for repeating:] I don't know?

[which makes it the perfect time for kavinsky to take another step forward, his knee bumping into the mutant's knee, back in his personal space, seeing if he can get kurt to take a step back. then another step back. there's a table not too far behind him, and then he'll have nowhere to go.]

No ideas? Zero?

[In response, Kurt backpedals, both arms raising from his sides, like he might try and use them to keep Kavinsky away. He does step back a second time, too, stopping when the table knocks against the back of his thighs. His hands immediately go to grip the sides of the table, eyes wider than saucers.]

... none, [he murmurs, which is a lie, but he's feeling far too confounded to make a snide comment.]

[and then there's a tattooed hand slipping past kurt's hip, closing on the edge of the table. caging him in. kavinsky's face looks vulpine sly, but his own mouth stays centered, no smirk, no teeth, full as pillows as he leans in again.

and they're nearly-- sporadically— touching, when he says,]

Not this?

[An inked limb gripping the table behind them immediately draws Blue's attention, head moving like it's on a swivel between Kavinsky's hand and his mouth as the other boy draws closer. No, he's never thought about this — never thought about kissing at all really —]

Definitely not.

[but he sure as hell is now.]

[it's not the same as permission, though it's more than kavinsky used to ask for. he used to be a real piece of shit, you know.

which is just a long way of saying

he's going in for seconds now, his pointed nose bumping into kurt's cheek, his fanged mouth descending upon the little mutant's.]

[After the brush of Kavinsky's nose against his cheek, they're kissing again. (Without any immediate pulling away-- progress!) Kurt tenses at first, unsure of how he should react. He's never been in this sort of position before and not to mention, they've only just met.

Gaze darting quickly around the room, it's plain to see that no one seems to be really paying them any mind. Or from what he can tell, anyway. No harm in returning the gesture, maybe a little?

His breath releases in a sharp exhale but he leans forward, lips curving, experimental in the way he slots their mouths together more firmly. Compensating for the fact Kavinsky also has fangs takes him a moment; whatever awkwardness ensues, he'll make up with an unmistakable curiosity.]

[it's kind of nice. it's-- kind of new. kavinsky has kissed virgins before, people who'd never had other lovers and didn't mess around with the kissing and groping and flirting and the other stages of intimacy that potentially led up to that as well. not a lot of them, but he has. usually, they weren't that into him— or they were high.

or terrified.

but he's a little different these days, and maybe that's why this feels different too. kissing a sweet boy, and maybeee kind of! sort of, doing it a little sweetly. afterward, he doesn't try againt o shove his tongue down kurt's throat or grab his ass. he just parts a half-inch from the mutant's blue nose, dropping his eyes to peer at his cheeks, a lazy smile on his face, which you'll just have to imagine because i have no icons right now.]

[Kurt's never felt the need to guess, but if he were to take a stab in the dark — regardless of how wild he thinks it might be — he'd feel safe enough assuming that Kavinsky is not a virgin. Thoughts of promiscuity aside, most inexperienced people don't want to makeout with people they hardly know anything about.

But thankfully, there's no fear on that blue face when the dream thief pulls away.

He blinks at the boy in front of him, dark eyebrows knitting together in thought before softening after a moment.] That was— [odd? unexpected?] Nice, [he decides, taking this chance to glance away, since Kavinsky's attention is focused on his flushed face.]

[there's a desultory shift of kavinsky's eyebrows, articulate on his pale face, which suggest that 'nice' is not the highest praise that he's ever received. but it's okay. and he can recognize enough of kurt's inexperience to guess that it's not like his competition is in mountainous heaps right now, anyway.

vex doesn't like virgins, but kavinsky's never had that problem.]

You wanna head back to my place? [casually asked, his eyes in one of those sexy model face squints. smoulder smoulder.]

[He's not all that surprised by Kavinsky's response for some reason. His expression says a lot, all things considered, but he still feels guilt to some extent. Sorry, K-- he'll just have to make it up with more practicing.

Although, even if the dream thief's smoulder is rather alluring, it seems that notion will be entertained another time.]

As tempting an offer as that is, I'm going to have to pass. [He moves one hand, uses it to ease himself back on the table, the other lifting so he can pat Kavinsky's cheek.] A certain amount of dates would be necessary before reaching that level of friendship. [his voice is lilting on a tease, eyes twinkling gold with shameless amusement.]

[patted on the cheek. the emasculation always would've rubbed kavinsky the wrong way, but he isn't as well-defended or talented a liar about it as he used to be. he cants his head back, doesn't quite keep the grimace off his face. but oh, it's not the friendzone, is it? his eyes cut back to kurt. a certain amount of dates.

kavinsky's jaw drops open. he means to say: i don't date. what he'd mean if he said it was, i'm done dying of a broken heart. i'm dating me. i'm as stupid as a fucking dildo, but even i can figure out, sometimes, after enough of the same fuckup, that i need to stop fucking the fuck up.]

Look me up if you lower your standards some time, [is what comes out instead, eyes hooded, mouth crooked, the vague flicker of disappointed paved over with what passes for charm in kavinskyverse.] Or you wanna just neck. Or feed your friendly local vampire. No uninvited ass breach, promise.

[All of this — the Halloween party to start, consuming bizarre alcohol that makes him sing, being backed up onto a table, kissing — it's all new to baby Blue. He isn't sure what a proper reaction is, but the scowl on Kavinsky's face tells him that some cheek patting definitely wasn't the correct route to take.

Features creasing with incertitude, Kurt slides up on the edge of the table, reaching with the same hand as before to circle Kavinsky's wrist.] To be honest, I'm not sure I have any standards that need to be lowered. [Except, like, don't hurt or kill tiny animals and children?] If you need to feed, though, I'll help.

[Because he's done that before with Rafa. Donating blood, regardless of the fact he's a mutant and has no idea the consequences of vampires drinking it-- if anything, really. It's human (sort of), but he hasn't ever had someone feed off of him in that sense.] But, uhm, [Kurt stops, only long enough to release the other boy's hold,] I'd like to see you again.

[the hand on kavinsky's wrist is so unexpected that he almost flinches again. he would've flinched worse. he was always the sort of boy who could take a punch much sooner than he could accept a hug, and the tenderness of the little blue hand on his arm is

different. he's enjoyed affection similar to it before, fortunately, but it's been awhile. and he's been unmedicated for much of that while. he manages to stop himself jolting, looking at the other boy, surprise flickering over his gaunt-cheeked face. he tries to think of something smart to say. he can't think of anything smart to say.

so he just says:] Yeah? [like an idiot, and he doesn't like feeling like an idiot, so he squints hard at the mutant boy, trying to look sort of model-face about it, at least, the way that his twinky poofy-lipped little face does best.] No shit?

[Bewilderment hadn't been what he was expecting, especially from a guy like Kavinsky, but at this point? He'll take it. And besides, surprising someone else always makes Kurt smile, since he's the one that usually has to deal with that emotion.

Moments like these are easy to comprehend; he's been affectionate towards others, allowed them to touch and hug him and given the same in return, but.

something is different this time. Something harder to explain, even more so than what'd happened a few minutes ago.] None at all, [he confirms.] Is that so hard to believe?

[so there's the obvious part of kavinsky that knows the next thing to do. what makes sense, what would be profoundly reassuring.

he knows what he should do is ask for a kiss. it'd give him back a few man points. it'd put the power back in his hands, and if kurt refused, he could sneer at him for having lied about what he really wants or dismiss him as a prude; if kurt accepted, then-- well, who doesn't fucking like making out? he looks at kurt. still squinty, still model-face.] Okay. Cool.

We'll hang out, [he says, jutting his chin suddenly. he tries to smile and it kind of works, a shadow of uncertainty behind his heavy-lidded eyes, still. no shield of cocaine to protect him from the possibility of embarrassment, or being out of his depth.] You got stuff you like to do? What do you put on your blue alien Grindr profile?

[Kissing is fine, he'll admit; an innocent little bit of necking here and there won't hurt either of them, except when he thinks about it, turns Kavinsky's offer over in his head, it could very well end up in the danger zone. So, what if he is kind of prude? He's learning and there's one thing he does know: leading people on is a shitty thing to do and he's no shitlord.]

Of course, but I don't know what 'Grindr' is. [Is it like that weird Synchr thing? Sounds dirty-- feels kind of dirty coming out of his mouth, too, but there's the off chance it could be harmless. Ha. Haha. Is anything really harmless anymore? He hasn't got a clue.

He returns the gesture, nonetheless, fangs gleaming and tail flicking with vivacity.] I like malls. [Thanks, America.] Arcades, movies, dancing ... We could go for coffee or something, if you prefer low maintenance? I'm not picky.

[does this town have arcades? movies? kavinsky tries to remember the last movie he saw, and it was something sappy and ludicrous in eudio. he tries to remember the last arcade he went to, and he's fairly sure it was earlier than that, when he was young and not quite yet turned off by the wholesome notion of kids playing games together that didn't involve inflicting pain on one another. trespasses large and small.]

Cool.

[it is, actually. kind of... cool. getting a piece of eudio back. one of the good pieces, before or after the broken heart, the grief, the knowledge that even in a perfect world he couldn't find someone to be happy with. but it's a good piece to have. kavinsky stares at him for a moment longer, his hollow eyes blank from thought. then, on impulse, he leans over and blows a raspberry on his cheek, the perennial pout of kavinsky's mouth reverberating fondly.]

I'll call you. The fuck is your daemon's name?

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I see trouble on the way.

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powerpose lmk if not ok

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ooc screeching

i'm dOING THE SAME AHHH with a lot of home alone style face smacking

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cw sexual vulgarity

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screams and dies and screams and dies and screams and dies

same my friend s a m e weeps into hands

cw past drug use

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