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xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Her Dorm > Party /// Company: Blake > Dominic
Luci flushed when he spoke, talking about the nature of her abilities. She was embarrassed by them, and probably would be for a very long time. She couldn’t see herself in any future where she would be comfortable in her own skin and in herself. “Flowers die anyway.” She tried not to sound too bitter, after all, they were supposed to go out and have fun tonight. She couldn’t be a downer all the time. The point of Halloween was to become something different from yourself. Maybe she could be confident and optimistic for a change.

She made sure her skin didn’t touch his as Blake happily helped her with tying a bowtie around her neck. She made a boy scout about being a boyscout, to which the Texan said that his parents surely would have cheated. “Well, that just takes the embarrassment and fun right out of it.” She sighed softly, wondering what it had been like to grow up like Blake had. While they were quite different, they were equally as bitter toward their family.

His fingers slid away when he was finished and she let herself relax, dropping her hair down onto her shoulders and making a few adjustments to the curls. “Thank you,” she said, her voice gentle and low before their conversation shifted once again.

He had brought a few things, some a little more practical than others and she had settled on the card deck, slipping them into one of the pockets inside of her jacket. “I would feel terrible if he did, but I will just keep some allowance set aside to buy him a new set in case he ever does.” She smiled softly, always thinking of a future. Of a time where what ifs existed. She made it a point to never break promises.

She motioned for them to go as she slipped out of her room once she had everything she needed gathered, closing the door and making sure it was well enough locked. She couldn’t risk someone going in there and getting sick. She read the instructions as they made their way to the party, Blake taking off the head of his costume when they entered.

She mentioned needing something to drink, her mouth dry since she was already nervous. She looked to Blake and smiled softly when he advised her to taste it first in case it was spiked. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. It would be ironic if a poison generator could get alcohol poisoning. I’d never let myself live that down.” She slipped away from him as Alice approached, making her way to one of the refreshments tables, her eyes down as she moved. Her confidence had started to fall away as she distanced herself from Blake. He was a comfort for her.

She had filled her cup, happy that she was able to replace the gloves that came with her costume with a pair of her own. A pair that would keep her abilities safe from the others. She certainly would not be able to get rid of her cup easily, though. She may end up holding it all night. Not that she was complaining about that. It was one of many things that she was used to doing.

A voice came from her side and she turned, catching glimpse of a hand that reached out to get their own cup while complimenting her costume. She looked down, hyper aware of what she was wearing before she smiled softly, embarrassed already. “Thank you.” She took a sip of the punch, already feeling the burn and knowing that she picked the wrong bowl, if there even was a right one. She grimaced slightly, not used to the feeling of alcohol before she coughed once her mouth was clear of the liquid, her free hand quickly pulling her jacket over her mouth. Careful. Always careful. It was safer.

“Sorry... “ she cleared her throat softly, “I was warned that the punch would have been messed with… but I didn’t think an entire liquor store would end up in the bowl.” She looked at her cup with a sigh, wondering if she should just buckle down and drink it. One shouldn’t hurt, right? She could always find water or something else later. Something sealed and not messed with. She looked up at the man that was beside her, turning full to face him. “I’m Luci, Happy Halloween.” She smiled, holding up cup up toward him to cheer, careful that the rim that had touched her lips wouldn’t make contact with his own cup.


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Location: Halloween Party - Refreshments table-
With: Kerrigan and Gabe
The party was definitely picking up as more and more residents of the mansion made their way down. And things were certainly so far so good as things went around here. Quintin couldn't help but keep an eye on things around the room a bit just encase. One could call it slight paranoia in reality it was just from experience of living in a house full of mutants.

He was impressed everyone here had taken their costumes pretty serious. Everyone looked awesome, along with all the smiling faces it was really good to see. Despite all the darkness out in the world there was still plenty of light left in it. Which was something the Irish mutant was privileged to see even after his own time where the darkness tried to over take him.

Turning to his current company as she smiled and told him how things were. It was clear to anyone who knew what went down with Kerri and Blake wasn't an easy one. Thankfully they both had people around to look out for and help them along.

“That's the spirit Red! Tonight is all about fun and escaping all other matters for a time.” And with that said he raised his glass and took a drink.

Snagging one of the mini sandwiches he took a bite. Even with his high tolerance one would have to be careful with his punch. She then asked him how things were for him and complimented his attire for the evening. “I am doing well. Just got back from another recruiting trip so we shall see how long I get to stick around before another one.” Looking down at his own costume he smiled. “Yeah got lucky with this one at such last minute.” It was pretty funny how his accent would often get thicker when he definitely got more excited. And the alcohol level of the punch certainly wasn't hurting matters.

“You didn't do so bad yourself in the costume department. The jaguar print and fur look suits you. Certainly helps make those emeralds colored eyes of yours stand out.” While he wasn't making a move on Kerri, Quin was nothing if not a friendly individual.

He watched her go and sample some of the other punch bowl that he had confirmed to be spiked. And took another swig of the horrendously spiked concoction. Seriously it wasn't to hard to make a decent tasting strong drink if one really wanted to just get wasted. Certainly better then the swill currently in his glass. But no matter how awful it tasted he wasn't one to let something go to waste.

Seeing Kerri take a drink and seeing her reaction upon tasting it. He chuckled lightly at the face she made. “You would think they would at least try to be more subtle about it.” He said with amusement. Following where Kerri was looking he saw who she had waved to. “Guess your friends are giving you space to chat up the hottie eh?” Said with a joking waggle of his brow. While he wasn't one to brag but he understood he wasn't a bad looking guy. Then again most everyone in the room were no slouches in the looks department either. It was like having a mutant ability or you know more realistically the constant training and working out, that led so many to looking as good as they do.

It was then when Eastwood aka Gabe chose the perfect timing to make his way over to them. And asked how the pair were doing tonight. Kerri answered first asking the newcomer about his own night, as well as his interactions with the spider queen. “I am doing well. And indeed mate how were things between you and the spider queen this evening? Seemed rocky at first then down right lovely from my perspective.”

xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party /// Company: Marcel, Alex
The three of them started in on the punch, and August instantly could taste the familiar burn. It was strong. Less juice than alcohol. Someone did this not for taste, but for effect, that was for sure. It was going to be a fun night depending on how much the kids decided to drink. August was old enough to experience the burn. Plus being in the military, stationed overseas, where he was able to drink. Or at least whenever there was a blind eye turned on his barracks.

He threw out a phrase, which caught Marcel’s attention. Alcohol was hitting the mutant fast, which was a flashing red flag for August. He would have to keep an eye on the mutant, or let him get so drunk and hungover and be stuck babysitting a mutant with a low tolerance. Either way, he wasn’t going to complain, he was the one that drug Marcel here in the first place.

“As long as I’ve been on this shiny, blue ball.”

Marcel laughed and stumbled, August careful to steady him by the shoulder. “Easy there, killer.” August made sure to get his hand away once he was stable on his feet again, sipping at his own cup. He looked to Alex when he said something about this being fun. “Somebody was plannin’ on havin’ a good time and draggin’ everyone else down with ‘em.”

Just like mist along a damp street, Marcel went from being at his side one moment to hanging off of Alex the next. He shook his head, laughing a bit. “If he gets a little too heavy, lemme know.” Though switching around gravity right now would probably throw Marcel way off balance and send him crashing in one direction or another. August listened though it seemed that Marcel was directing his conversation to Alex more than himself.

Commenting on the running joke of August being a vampire, he had a smile on his painted face the entire time. “Won’t bite unless you ask, darlin’.” Not that he was particularly familiar with the show that Marcel was talking about, but he could get the idea. Had to admit that he was impressed with the amount of focus the dark-skinned mutant had on the conversation. Despite his increasing drunkenness. August finished his cup of punch, hissing a bit as the large remaining gulp burned down. He filled his glass again. He wondered, however, if he was leading a good example. At this rate, if Marcel went shot-for-shot with him, he would be dead by the middle of the night.

August threw the entire drink back in one swoop as Marcel meandered between himself and Alex. He arched a brow, looking at the younger mutant as he felt a tingle in his lips. “Means bein’ drunk. Kinda like right now. Ya ever drink before?” August already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to find out verbally regardless. It showed, and it would be fun if Marcel tried convincing them that he totally had.

“I’d say you should do that fancy trick like ya did in the kitchen earlier, but I think that little bit is better off on the floor.” Marcel was gonna lose a lot more out of that cup if he wasn’t careful. Maybe two would be enough. Cheap date. Not that August was planning on doing anything anymore. Not much anyway. He preferred a sober and willing partner over one that was so drunk that they woke up with nothing but a headache and regret after a night with him. They lived in the same building, it would be terrible awkward if it went sour.



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▓ At this Location: The Party ▓ Thinking About: More Liquor ▓ While on Team: Atlas ▓


"To be fair, I was on the good side of one of my first sergeants, but that was because he made a joke bet about me being his ammo b***h for range details if he shot better than me at the range. Needless to say, I had Fridays off from PT that week on under his reign." Cam joked as Roland mentioned delivering his Top's twins, which admittedly was impressive.

Cam sipped his tequila as Randal inquired about chest candy. To be frank, Cam was thinking chest hair when Roland specified medals. By no means did he make direct correlation regarding anything military in this instance. It only clarified more so as the conversation progressed.

"I already took her trick-or-treating" Cam told Randal as he mentioned Katiria and him taking her out to get scores of candy. "I can't let her have all the fun tonight. We started a bit early so daddy could play." He responded, quickly looking to his drink, then taking another gulp. The Oxygen Manipulator's biggest problem was that when he started drinking, he drank.

"Keep poetic Romeo," Cameron told Roland as he apologized about his ongoing disdain for societal standards of mislabeling, "It's nothing to be ashamed of, my ears will be the Juliette to your words, let's just abstain from the double suicide." And as he finished his retort Cam put the glass to his lips and downed the rest of his tequila sunrise.

Randal made mention of snacks as Roland proposed the wager. Snacks did sound good. However Cam already had a bit of a snack before coming down to the party. He may drink heavily, but he prepared responsibly. Food first, not too heavy, but enough to soak up the first couple of rounds to make sure he didn't tank too early. Farren's hope's of Cam tanking and making a spectacle of himself would be hard to come by, but not impossible. It was a rookie's move to eat food while drunk, and not before. Snacks were to keep stable, not to stabilize.

The Oxygen Manipulator let out a grunt as most of the tequila seemed to settle towards the bottom and the watered down OJ at the top was just a mask for it. Letting out a quick breath to cool the burn he looked up to the sky scraper. "Yeah, upping the ante indeed. But lets be real, in the end I feel when we pass the winnings, we're just going to be splitting the bottle, or bottles, regardless of the outcome."

Cam looked to his empty glass, jostling the ice a bit. He tilted it back, letting the bits of tequila dirtied ice touch his lips and then looked to Roland, "Mind if I get a bit of that?" Cam asked. The cue's of Cam's intoxication starting to show. Mixing liquor wasn't his issue, it was when it was going to be straight, no mixer, no chaser, that's when you could tell Cam was starting to feel the liquor. Despite his preparatory meal, he managed three drinks in less than an hour. He was going places, and up wasn't one of them.

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Connor tilted his head toward his own grotesque shoulder in confusion when Chuck mentioned the old adage not working in his favor. It immediately cleared up with the mention of a sea monster. Laughing softly, he just shrugged. “I canna say I’ve ever heard a lady complain!” It was a bit of bravado hiding the fact that he hadn’t heard a lady say anything at all. Being raised in a very strict religious environment, the internet was all the carnal action he had ever had. Perhaps that was part of what kept him from actually getting a girl. No time for such thoughts, Chuck wanted to toast the night, and Farren seemed on the same page somewhat. He didn’t really have a response to the pretty girl other than to wink with an exaggerated smile. Cartoonish melodramatic movements would hide that she was the kind of girl that would shoot him down if he looked like he belonged in GQ or in Monsters Monthly. He had no grudge against her, so why dump that on her? Instead, he simply just let the mood of the party flow. Having not drank much, Connor was only feeling the faintest echo of the warmth in his system and relaxed mood. Farren moved the conversation along well enough, asking a cute question. What does one do under a bed? “I dunno- other than waiting to scare the Holy Spirit outta the person in the bed. Course, that also is a good place to put what you don’t want to deal with so its an invitation to things best left alone.” Goodness knows that Connor hadn’t cleaned under there as he should have. Not that he had anything really to hide physically. Most of his secrets were in his head and heart.

As the conversation moved to a decidedly more flirtatious direction, Connor just tried to look around and goof a bit. He was not about to get between these two. Of course, he had no intention of being rude, so he kept an ear on them. When the conversation moved to mutations, he turned back and gave them his full attention. Connor couldn’t argue a whit against wanting to know. Of course, it was hardly fair that they knew each other so well. The grinning guys shared a room, so of course they knew all their own tricks. Then again, with how familiar the pair were, perhaps she knew all too well what Chuck could pull off. As for himself, Connor already explained that his costume was no bit of paper mache or prosthesis. Just a reshuffling of his own flesh. That was not something that virtually anybody else could do, so his own ability was obvious. When he asked her to show and tell, Connor couldn’t help but add in a smirk and “We showed ya our powers- hello?” An obvious joke of the overbearing sexting meme. That said, she did not disappoint. Connor had not caught the blur she used before to steal a swig from that bottle and then put it back in Chuck’s hand. At first, her new blur seemed a form of teleportation as the Irishman barely noticed her across the room a moment later. It seemed she had a wicked streak in her for pranks, and all he could do was wink playfully. Given how conspicuous he was, this guy was not about to draw attention to anybody. Likely he’d be caught up in it! Well. Chuck did ask. Oh well, hopefully Felix would just storm off. No use in ruining the mood or the moment.

“Ahhh, are we using the fancy names now? I’d dare say you could be kinetic redistribution. That sure as blazes wasn’t absorbing a thing except a moment. No wonder Chuck is chasing ya, love. One can only imagine what else you could pull off with that kind of . . . talent.” Again, he gave a cartoonish wink at her. He may be the third wheel, but that had a distinct advantage. He didn’t really have a chance with her, so why bother holding back interesting thoughts? Those wooing her would want to be more delicate and not hit her over the head with innuendo. Well. Perhaps a bit. But Farren was not interested in the log-arm that was not afraid to tell her she was pretty and had the potential for mindblowing evenings together. Instead, he simply enjoyed her company and decided to stay on her good side. Who knows what else she might dump on a person that pissed her off? In the meantime, Connor noted some sort of commotion over near the punch bowl, seeing a guy staggering a bit. Seems somebody took a bit too much hair of the dog already. Heh, lightweight. Even Connor knew this was just the beginning. How many others were feeling the effects already? Was this going to get messy in all the right ways, or a bar brawl minus the bar? Connor couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of the latter. He was uniquely suited for some rather devastating right hooks with his current configuration. If things came to blows, he was ready to send a few asshats flying! After being around and even in a few bar brawls back in Boston he was more than ready to throw down. Or was that the alcohol beginning to creep in?