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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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⋆ one - it's close to midnight

[Steve's proud of himself. He found a costume that he remembered not only the movies that inspired it, but he's seen them. They'd been on his list and he'd managed to get to them before everything had gone south. He feels strange getting dressed up to go to a party when he should be working hard to save his world, but everyone needs a break now and then and he's got Bucky to think of. A best friend that he was still catching up and demanded that they go out.

It was hard to argue with said best friend. He'd do anything for him. A song comes on that he doesn't know, not that it bothers him, and he bobs his head gently to the music of Michael Jackson's Thriller while waiting for his best guy to come back with some drinks. He tips his head towards the person nearest him.]

You know, back in my day. The wildest dance was a two-step.

[This, all the coordinated hand waving. It's beyond him.]

⋆ two - like a plastic bag

[He doesn't like it. At all. Which is clear by the sour expression on his face, but for some reason, he keeps sipping it. Steve blames it on the unusual sensations that he longs to understand.]

Who came up with this?

[Firework. A drink that was enrapturing with the display it put on but he didn't like the bubbly feeling in his stomach.]

How'd they make it do this?

[Science or magic, though they were possibly one and the same. Steve isn't asking anyone in particular,vjust anyone close enough to notice his concerned expression.]

⋆ three - wildcard

[Steve is new to the game and is still figuring out the pecking order of things. He'll be at Mandy's for the night and I'm open to all forms of threading. Hit one of my prompts, make up your own, or hit me up to plot @ barebone.]

I think he's a warlock, [says Tony's disembodied voice from over Steve-chan's shoulder. It may surprise no one who knows him, that Tony likes to talk. He does it sort of reflexively, much of the time, his ability to process information with his giant brain so pervasive that he only bothers with his filter half the time. That sense of narcissistic entitlement helps, allowing him to butt in whenever he pleases. It's a question he can answer too, since Magnus helped him with his magical telekinesis.] So I guess the short answer is 'sorcery.' The long answer is...

[...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.]

[Warlocks. Sorcery. The Steve of a few years ago would've struggled with all that mumbo jumbo, but not now. He's met gods and fought aliens, is currently in a place with people that shouldn't be here or at least, not in the way that they are. He turns at a familiar voice, brows furrowed together.]

Tony?

[They'd made a truce, tried and failed to stop the end of everything, but he hadn't thought anyone had survived. He'd washed up on that beach alone. Steve's eyes are wide, confusion flitting across his face.]

You're alive. [He steps closer, stops.] I didn't know.

[Tony wishes he still had his drink in hand, but he's pounded that pretty fast a few minutes ago. The virtues of alcoholism. Well-- vices. It's impossible. Steve Rogers. Not--]

You're a Jedi, [he says. It's either Steve Rogers, or it's a Jedi who looks like Steve Rogers, and probably is, basically, Steve Rogers, considering what Tony has gathered of the fictional (in his world) creed, and he automatically assumes any Tony known to Steve the Jedi was some kind of chronically inebriated character foil, possibly a disreputable Tatooine capitalist. Sorry, fourth-walled Jedi. We can retcon his knowledge later.] Which I didn't know, either.

[he's being funny. he's always-- trying to be funny. wasting his breath on defusing the moment. it's a man thing to do.]

You made it out without the ship, [seems relevant also. He's been working on the ship. He's been making Peter Parker help.]

[ Era tilts her head to look up at him in return, then tilts it again slightly to the side, curious. She is unfamiliar with basically every song on the playlist - there were very few Orchestrions with vocals, and then the minstrels would sing stories of famous exploits... ]

Two-step?

[ Dances are something she's far more familiar with, even if this 'modern' style still eludes her. The two-step sounds like something she might actually know, or could figure out relatively quickly. ]

Is it similar to ballroom?

[Steve's no expert dancer. Bucky was always better and he's here now, probably surrounded by willing partners, but his Ma had taught Steve the basics and he'd practiced with Bucky in the past.]

It is. Not quite as dramatic, though.

[He turns to his new companion, tipping head.]

Steve Rogers, ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Ballroom can be quite dramatic. [ then again, those she learned her various dances from were all rather dramatic in their own way. perhaps drama was just an inherent aspect of dance?

Era offers a slightly clumsy curtsy in return - she's more used to bowing in greeting, and wearing significantly shorter heels. luckily the skirts of her dress are long enough to hide most of the fumble. ]

Era Ra. Likewise, ser.

[ Well now. It wasn't just Stark. What a pity. No matter. Loki can handle any kind of surprise. He's always been firmly adaptable to any situation and this one is no different as he smirks, dressed in his Captain America costume. ]

A little bit of magic and potion-craft, I suspect. Not something they had in your time, I presume?

[Steve isn't expecting to see Thor's brother, even after speaking with Tony and learning that this place brought all kinds of people to it.]

Drinks like this? No, Loki. It's not something they had in my time.

[He raises a brow. He's in no mood for an argument.]

Couldn't come up with something more original than that, pal?

[ Loki cocks an eyebrow at the word pal, a glimmer of amusement. He isn't planning on starting a fight, but you must dip your toes in to know the general feeling. Neither the Captain nor Iron Man is a threat, especially without Thor and the Beast not being present. Loki liked his chances, but that does not mean he's keen on tempting fate either.

He twirls his glass, watching the liquid slosh around. ]

As they say. You cannot go wrong with the classics.

[Steve sighs, placing his hands on his hips as he turns to face Loki.]

It's a costume only a handful of people would understand. [He was making assumptions there, but he couldn't just let Loki getting away with wearing it.] Feels as if you missed the mark.

[Why not a provocative nurse or rough and tumble pirate. Those weren't in short supply tonight and he'd be less irked by them. Not that Loki did anything with Steve's happiness in mind.]

[ Loki shrugs, nonchalant, sipping his drink. ]

I am not familiar with the holiday. And I thought it best to put on a costume I've worn before instead of thinking too deeply on the matter. It is not as though I was aware you were here.

[ Which is true. Not that it would have changed Loki's decision. ]

[Worn before.. that's an unsettling thought.]

Don't really advertise my whereabouts. [He only just found out that Tony was here and alive, which was hard enough to process.] Besides, didn't know if anyone from Asgard made it out after what happened.

[A beat.]

Is your brother here?

[ He snorts delicately at the obvious question, his lips still ticked upwards. ]

If my brother were here, Captain, the entire world here would know. He would shake the very foundations with his presence.

Or at very least, not miss the chance to be a drunken hooligan at a party.

[ Suddenly plopping down in front of the man is a cat. It miaows at him once, twice. Obviously, he feels neglected. He is not; he's been cooed at and fawned over so much tonight it's ridiculous. Rose had told Kaz the cat would love all the hubbub but even she had underestimated how much. She also underestimated how little he would cooperate. It's a good thing Kaz had the back-up plush cat for his costume.

But Steve hasn't paid the feline any mind yet. What's up with that? Miaow, miaow, mister. Here's a purr and a rub against your arm just to drive the message of love me already home. ]

Charlie, Charlie-!

[ Rose practically hisses, coming out of seemingly nowhere and reaching over Steve to grab the Somali. He gives a displeased, protesting meow as he's scooped up and licks at the woman's arms. ] Sorry about him, he's. A handful. Probably shouldn't have brought him, but- Costumes, y'know? I was going for authenticity.

[Steve smiles at the cat, crouching down to stretch a hand out for the feline to sniff. He rubs the cat's chin and is about to scoop the sweet thing up into his arms when he hears the woman. He moves back and away as she scoops it up.]

I don't mind. He's a sweetheart. Charlie, right?

[All friendly and rubbing up against him. Steve would've had a pet growing up if he could have afforded one and after if he'd had the time. He'll settle for fawning over this woman's.]

I'm Steve Rogers, ma'am.

[ He doesn't have to wait long for the chance to hold the cat himself. The feline wriggles out of her arms, immediately trotting back over to Steve with another meow. The poor blond just sighs in defeat. He's well-behaved, really, just-

He has a mind of his own. Just like his namesake. ] Yeah, Charlie. He's a ham.

[ There's a little hint of a flattered smile, maybe, at being called 'ma'am.' Now that's one she never thought she'd hear. Out of costume, 'ma'am' is probably the last thing anyone would address Rose as. ]

Nice to meet you, Steve. I'm Rose. I'm guessing you're new?

Oh come on, Steve.

[Bucky smiles as the strides over in his own get up. He wonders if it's sacrilegious to dress up as a priest, but their world is gone and Steve suggested it. Jesus will forgive him.

He takes a sip of his own drink and his eyes widen when he pops hits his mouth and stomach. It is different, but he likes it.]

It's not that bad.

[After the week he has had, with all this happening and all that Steve has told him, it's enough to get the edge off.]

[A priest. Leave it to Bucky Barnes to dress up as something as sacrilegious and not bat an eye at it. He smiles at his best friend, all lopsided and happy.]

It's not that good either, pal.

[But it's not actually bad. Steve enjoys the taste, though not the popping in his mouth and belly. Shaking his head, he drags his eyes from Bucky's feet to his head.]

Didn't think you'd actually wear that.

You suggested it.

[He reminds him as he straightens his collar out.]

Besides I make this look pretty decent. Maybe I found my calling after the war.

[It's a joke. He knows that he doesn't exactly make it home. At least not for awhile. He tries not to think about it thought. That's the future, he can't control that, and it hasn't happened to yet. It might never happen now that he is here.]

[He rolls his eyes. Sure, he suggested the costume but it was on a whim, a joke. Steve shouldn't have assumed Bucky would turn it down and pick something else, that's not like him.]

Don't think it's supposed to matter what a priest looks like.

[It's not the point, Buck. Steve frowns, unable to stop himself at the reminder that no, Bucky doesn't get to go home, but that's not a conversation they need to repeat again any time soon.]

Maybe so, Buck, but you're gonna have to change a lot more than your clothes for that to happen.

Come on Steve, work with me here.

[He sees that look on Steve's face. He wonders exactly when Steve will move on from it. Probably the same time he stops thinking about it. Might be awhile.]

You sayin' you don't feel the need to confess anything to me? Guess I need to work on that part of things.

Didn't say that, now did I?

[Steve imagines his list of things to confess is a mile long, probably more. It's just that it's not a serious costume and he doesn't want to take it seriously.]

What I want is for us to have a good time. Like we used to.

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I see trouble on the way.

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