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Whoever wrote that song about Christmas being the most wonderful time of the year was, in her opinion, the biggest fool in song-writing history. That over-hyped Santa day was incomparable to Halloween. October 31st was the day of monsters, creeps, and horror. It was the day to overeat candy, carve pumpkins, dress up as whatever one could dream of, and... trash the mansion in their annual Halloween party.

That was probably her favorite part of this most wonderful time of the year. If this year was anything like the past few years, this party was going to be quite memorable. But simply being "quite memorable" just didn't seem to be enough. Not anymore. She was now eighteen and a college student. This was another level and she felt a great need to up her game. And with such a massive influx of new students this year, this party needed to be the best one yet. Which meant she needed a good partner for the level of mayhem she wanted to achieve.

And she knew just the guy.


The curly haired blonde sat comfortably on the bean bag in front of the television, which was playing a furious battle between two characters. Her hands were tightly wrapped around the controller and her thumbs moved swiftly between buttons, trying to win the battle that she unfortunately was about to lose.

"Well, Felix, that's one to three. Well played." She said, putting down the controller. June was anything but a sore loser. Having fun meant more to her than scores, so she didn't care much that Felix just won yet another round of Super Smash Bros.

"Have you decided on a costume yet? I think I'll just wear what I wore last year." By that, she was referring to the plague doctor costume she found on eBay last year. It seemed so perfect given her mutation that it was an instant decision. What else would she go as? A fairy? She was about ten years too old for that crap.

And while Halloween would be incomplete without a costume, the party was what she was really looking forward to. This day would simply be nothing without a good party. "Remember last year? That was one memorable night. And because of that I feel like the bar is set really high. And you know that only means one thing."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a silver flask. "A party is incomplete without a little tequila!" Pinterest had given her the idea of rum truffles but June was possibly the worst chef on the planet and aside from a simple PBJ, she was pretty much incapable of making food.

"But we need something more. Spiked drinks are fun and all but it's just not enough, y'know?"

Halloween was definitely a holiday Felix could get behind, stay up late partying, girls dressed up in slutty versions of everyday outfits. It’s like the holiday was made specifically for him. And then there was the annual halloween party that was thrown at the school. He’d been there the last few years and it was certainly memorable.

Of course the bar for memorable was higher these days. They were all getting older after all. On that front, June seemed to have some thoughts, so there they sat, slacking off with a game of Super Smash Bros. And better yet, he was winning this particular game too. While he did play games recreationally, he was by no means some kind of expert.

As the game concluded, June congratulated him. “You know, gloating is one of the fun parts about winning, and you take the fun out of it when you act like this…” Letting out a dramatic sigh, he too set the controller down and leaned back farther into his bean bag chair while his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles.

When asked about his costume, Felix shrugged. “Who knows, you’ll just have to wait and see.” With a smirk, he nodded at the mention of her costume last year. “I seem to recall that one vaguely. Mask had that long nose with the hat, right?” It hadn’t been one of the sexier costumes, so his memory wasn’t as clear on that one.

June brought the subject to the party last year, and Felix nodded appreciatively. “Oh I remember quite well. It was fun, but we should definitely step it up.” She pulled out a silver flask and declared the party needed Tequilla. Unfortunately his mutation made getting drunk pretty much impossible. Still, that didn’t render him incapable of laughing at everyone else’s stupidity. “Ah Tequilla, such a fickle mistress that refuses to bestow me with her sweet rewards of memory loss and throwing up all night.” Smirking, Felix shrugged at the mention of spiked drinks not being enough.

“Oh I’m sure we can come up with something to do. I’ve already spiced up around the school. At least a little.” There was the fact that some of the shower heads had red koolaid in them to give people some bloody showers, and some glowing eyes had been set outside some windows and freak people out later. Some of the food for the party would be creepified too. “I have some ideas.” Still, he was willing to hear what June had come up with.

As Randal was enjoying his sandwich someone else joined him in the kitchen, determined to make their own food. His chin rose and fell, giving the commonly known silent greeting of ‘sup’ to Connor. Randal’s eyes glanced from his phone back to the man every once in a while as he went about making his soup. While it smelled good, it wasn’t something he was interested in at the moment.

As he tapped on the screen of his phone, playing some farming game, he could hear someone ask something over his music. Having forgotten just slightly that it was in his head rather than through speakers. He yanked the cord pulling the earbuds out, the music still faintly able to be heard. "What, man? Sorry, forgot to take out the buds." He asked, unsure of what Connon had said.

Ever the happening place, more joined them in the kitchen. August appeared to have been a waiter, waiting until Randal had a bite of food in his mouth to ask a question. He couldn’t help but grin as he hurriedly swallowed the bite. "Yeah, just a little. Want some pretzels?" He asked, holding the bag towards the man.

"Costume looks wicked by the way, that whole melty thing. Pretty ******** awesome." He said as he admired the mans handy work. He pushed up the fake glasses on his own nose that had helped him complete the part of Harry Potter.

Of course, Randal wasn’t the only one who found interest in August’s makeup skills. Marcel had something to say about it as well, however, while he understood the words he didn’t get the meaning behind them. Puzzled he looked back and forth between the three other men, wondering what exactly he was missing.

Instead of possibly embarrassing himself, he polished off the rest of his concocted sandwich. "I see at least one of you is ready for the party, how about you two?" He asked, looking back to Connor and Marcel. Neither of them seemed to be dressed up just yet. Granted of course, the party was still a few hours off, but still.

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Location: James' Room


Biting down on her lip, her eyes held an apology at interrupting his phone call by blurting out questions regarding a silly school event, it was already too late when she finally started to speak again. “Oh you don’t-”

“You know, you didn’t have to hang up, I could have waited.” Rels said sheepishly. A shy smile touched her lips when he answered in a vaguely positive way about the party. “Indeed you would, sir. It’s a given that at a costume party, you’re supposed to wear a, uh… costume of sorts.” She teased, a soft giggle escaping her before she delved into her primary reason for bothering him - to have him assist in picking out one for herself.

In a bit of a pinch, her sister had offered to save the day by providing a few options last minute, and all that was left to do was decide which one would leave the other students with a good impression of her. James assured her that she would make friends in no time anyway, and Aurelie’s eyelids narrowed a bit with her disbelief. “I doubt that’s entirely true. Look at how long it took you to like me.” She accused, as though it would prove her point. “What was it, six months of lessons before we did anything outside of lessons?” Maybe she was exaggerating a bit, but she doubted he’d call her on it.

Thankfully though, her fellow telekinetic seemed on board with helping her decide anyway and reached for the angel costume and peered inside the bag, just as she managed to remark that, by the pictures, her sister at least hadn’t sent her a bunch of slutty pieces that would attract entirely the wrong kind of attention.

Her mouth fell open at the scant material that poured out of the bag, and someone in the hallway must have been psychic based on his remark. Glancing out toward the source of the voice, the blond felt shock for a wholly new reason. How had she not known there were giants in this place? “Who was--” Her mind flitted back over the costume, sapphire orbs falling on what looked to be a gold-flecked white bra. Snatching it up, she felt the color drain from her face.

“Oh God!” She exclaimed in a near shriek, a newfound heat rushing to the surface of her skin. James… her friend, her only friend… had just seen a bra and panty set meant for her. “That one is entirely out. What kind of--” The ballerina sputtered, struggling to make complete thoughts, let alone sentences. “Why would she have lingerie costumes fitted for me? How does she even know my size?” She finally murmured, still completely horrified as she held it out to inspect it behind James’ back. “Why would the wings have more material than the part I’m supposed to wear?!”

James, ever the optimist, voiced that the other ones would be better and poured out the contents to the Daisy Duke costume. Biting down on her lip, Aurelie felt herself at a loss for words as he stared down at the shorts. “I hope they wouldn’t try to parade around in those shorts.” The top… while it would expose her stomach and give a good shot of cleavage… it was at least much better than the angel costume. Daisy Duke naturally supposed to show some skin. But she’d prefer it to be far more modest than this.

Her best friend, still a little dumbfounded suggested she go as a fairy instead, and she repressed a sigh, slightly afraid to see what other embarrassing ensembles Ann had sent. “You might be right.” Aurelie agreed. “Remind me next year not to ask for her help.” Rels requested, rubbing her temple.

And as if things couldn’t get any worse, James tried to back out on the party entirely. “Oh no. You still have to go with me. I promise not to embarrass you by donning any of these…” She said, pushing him lightly in the shoulder with an invisible force. “I think I have a white dress and heels. With a little make-up, some curlers and a lot of hair spray… I might be able to pull off a Marilyn Monroe out of my closet.” She said, trying to sound optimistic.

“So..” Aurelie scooted the rest of the costumes back into the gift bags, hoping for an out-of-sight, out-of-mind mantra where James was concerned. Smiling awkwardly, she lifted her shoulders toward her ears in a shrug. “What was it you were going as? Also, who was the giant psychic in the hall?”

xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Hallways, Coming Back From Danger Room /// Company: Blake

Luci smiled softly when Blake agreed with her progress. The differences were small, but they were there. And she was so incredibly grateful not only to him, but to everyone at the mansion that was willing to help her, to give her a second chance. Her ability was one that would not benefit from an inhibitor. She didn't wear one all the time, because that would make it that much harder for her to learn how to control her abilities. However, she considered wearing one tonight.

Blake continued on with her speculation that he was building up an immunity before she shook her head, "I would offer to replace them if I would be able to easily tell the difference." Her body didn't react to poisons. They metabolized them, broke them down into nothing the moment they entered her body. Almost as if her own poisons were laughing at their lesser kin.

They walked in silence for a moment before she willed up the courage to ask if he was dressing up for the party tonight. It was something that she had been so very on the fence about for weeks. She had gone out of her way to get a costume, and yet still she was unsure of what she was going to do. Regardless, she genuinely wanted to know if he was going to go or not.

He answered almost carefully, yet with a natural casualness that said that he hadn't been completely taken off guard. Blake was professional, probably finding himself in uncomfortable conversations more than once. He knew how to speak, that was for sure. She smiled softly when he confirmed that he would go.

"Men's astronaut costumes are always better than women's. The least practical thing is a slutty astronaut. Unless Colossus is in the costume, then it doesn't do much good in space." She painted the picture of the large, metal mutant in a skimpy NASA dress, floating through space pretty well.

"I can do my own makeup, and that's about it. For obvious reasons. And I think liquid latex pulls out hair. Your beard would be doomed." She looked over at him, smiling playfully as she let out a soft laugh as she spoke. She had to wonder what other options he had. Surely this wasn't his first Halloween party like it was hers. Granted, she had gone to them as a child, but parties weren't something she enjoyed while growing up. She didn't have that luxury once her abilities surfaced.

"I ordered a magician's costume online that came last week. It's just... I'm still not sure if I like how it looks. But the top hat is neat." She answered him carefully, her own self-esteem rearing it's ugly, terrible head. It was a typical women's costume, with more of a body suit with a coat look rather than pants. She was trying to make steps out of her own comfort zone, but she wondered if this was more of a leap rather than a step.

XXXXWhere: Pool Room - Jacuzzi
XXXXXXWhat: Is it hot in here, or is it just YOU?
XXXXXXXXWho: Gracie, Daylia and Gabe
XXXXXXXXXXTheme Song: Who's Stoppin Me - Big Sean
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Darius's dark eyes locked with each of the stunning females in the Hot Tub one at a time, cocking that same charming half-cocked toothy grin as he broke the ice between the three of them, waiting for their go ahead to join them. If their eyes hadn't answered his question right away, their lips definitely confessed for them. "That's whats up." he said with a nod and a smile, glancing over his shoulder towards the joe in the pool swimming laps. He had to admit that was his plan coming down here but was much happier with the turn of events, much better company in the Jacuzzi.

He took a step back towards one of the chairs positioned around the pool, tossing his towel onto it before stripping his torso free of the white tank-top and laying it in the same place. he glanced towards the females once more to find that pool boy had invited him into the hot-tub party as well. His smile faltered for a second as the blonde male slid into the hot water. Alright, game on. Darius let a chuckle escape as he shrugged lightly to himself and lowered himself into the hot water closer to Daylia.

"Ooh s**t, ya'll got this water hot!" he said with a comedic reaction as he adjusted to the temperature, taking a seat, smiling at her sidelong with a flirty look in his eyes before the other female made a comment about new recruits.
Darius chuckled lightly, easing his head back slightly before responding. "Doubt it sweetheart, I'm top shelf product." He said with a wink and smile. "Name's Darius." he introduced himself calmly, his eyes shifting back towards the blue-eyed female beside him, "And what should I call ya'll?"

While he waited for an introduction from the two knock-outs, his eyes shifted back towards the brunette opposite him as she made a comment about Abs and Eye candy. Darius couldn't help but confess an amused laugh, his eyebrows raised at her playfully direct words as he nodded. "Damn I mean ain't nothing wrong with shoppin around girl, I mean if that's your thing." He said with a hand motion towards Gabe and a shrug, only before bringing his hand back towards the two of them. "But I might be the one havin a cheat day... ya'll over here lookin like a couple of snacks."


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Self-made to make that hell of a recipe (goddamn)
And if you not down with me, you offending me (no)
I'm so righteous, I'm praying for my enemies (pray)
'Cause they gon' need that s**t for whatever they go and guess on me (yup)
Turn they a** to history then get back making history

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In Stitchez

I-The-Risen

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Gabriel Byrne
Location: Pool
Thoughts: A quick 500, can’t go wrong with that

Gabriel made his way to the pool, his feet slapping against the tile of the chlorine filled pool with his case, setting up the lap counter for 20 laps. A simple 500 meter swim, nothing that he hadn’t handled before. He was put on distance races all the time, he simply had the energy to go so much further than most other swimmers. He was thrown into the 500, the 1,000, and even the mile at times. Part of him was glad he stopped swimming competitively, it was putting a bit of a damper on his work behind the screen and the workshop bench. But, there was something meditative about getting into the pool, doing those laps. Water’s ability to muffle sound allowed him to tune out the world around him, not in the way music might be able to do so for him. He was in a way, isolated.

He liked that.

His sense of isolation dissipated when he saw that he was not, in fact alone. Politely asking if he was interrupting anything, he was met with deference. One woman remarked that so long as he doesn’t whip his d**k out that it’d be fine. He replied with a smirk, “Oh don’t worry, I won’t pull a Kavanaugh on you guys.”

Opening the case, pulling out the lap counter. He set it up, got everything situated, and got himself set up for a start. The lack of a proper starting block made it awkward, but he worked with it. In his head he got the crackled voice of the official on the PA Take your mark, getting into position, followed by the classic BRATT of the signal to start. He leaped into the pool, his body cutting into the water better than a knife ever could. He took two butterfly kicks, his legs hammering into the water as he pushed himself forward. He got himself to the surface, racing forward. The counter racked down the laps, he had a decent idea of the time, but when he finished it was just as he’d suspected.

5 minutes, 13 seconds. With drag.

Taking a breath, he got himself up out of the pool and stretched. If he had a typical suit he’d have likely borke 5 minutes, but that was neither here nor there. He took a moment before making his way towards the jacuzzi. He could see, based on the mediocre understanding of social cues, the big guy was macking on the two ladies. He gave himself a bit of once-over, he wasn’t exactly the most jacked person on the planet, but he had basically zero body fat. So it had to be a good thing going for him.

“Afternoon. Name’s Gabe. I think I’ve seen you guys around campus? I can’t put my finger on where though…”

OOC: Hope this doesn’t suck!

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith Lucianna, just ending a training session



Glibly mentioning getting the ‘food tester’ off payroll at the idea of him slowly gaining immunity, Luci seemingly took him seriously, which only caused his cheshire grin to widen. “Oh I’m only joking. I’m not that important.” He teased, laughter just beneath the surface. “Food testers are for kings, and royalty I am not. Contrary to what the tabloids seem to think.” More like, if he died, his father would use the “tragedy” to gain sympathy votes in his next political bid, while secretly being relieved that no one would discover that his son was a detestable mutant. Even in death, Blake would ever remain the prop.

The bitterness that thought inspired consumed his good humor momentarily, and he fell silent as they meandered through the hallways. Luci’s question about the costume party helped him shake his foul mood just as quickly as it had brewed, and he answered carefully. He initially had thought to skip the shindig all together, but the hope glimmering in Luci’s emerald gaze tugged at the better half of his personality, all but assuring that he would not be the one to dishearten her. Thinking on his feet, the Texan contemplated costumes he’d bought in past years and then hadn’t used and nodded once. “I’ll have to agree.” He replied, a chuckle coloring his tone when she mentioned Colossus in a slutty astronaut costume. “But I’m a guy…” He admitted, his tone speculative. “I won’t lie and say that there’s nothing to appreciate from the lack of sensibility in the ladies’ costumes from time to time.” Clearing his throat, he shrugged. “So long as it doesn’t give too much away.”

He postulated about doing some horrifying make-up and going as something scary, but his own inability to paint at all limited his options there, and Luci certainly wouldn’t be able to help him with it either. Touching the stubble along his jaw, he could only imagine how much the liquid latex would hurt as they tore it off his skin. “I’ll pass.” He joked. “While the five o’clock shadow would grow back in a day or so, my skin might not be so lucky. I could be splotchy for a week.”

“I’m sure it’ll look great.” Blake assured the girl, sympathizing with the insecurities that rang in her voice. “And if you need props, I’m sure I have my old room mate’s magic set still buried deep in my closet. I had to hide it from him when he tried to use it to pick up women.” Shaking his head at the memory, there was a fondness that brightened his blue eyes. The poor sap.

“Most of the girls at the time just thought he was weird. It was a sympathy steal.”