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XXXXWhere: Halloween Party City, baby
XXXXXXWhat: Buzzing pretty hard, fetching snacks, socializing
XXXXXXXXWho: Alice, Farren, Connor.
XXXXXXXXXXTheme Song: Overkill - Motörhead
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Chuck had all sorts of arguments for Alice's rebuttal, but sadly before he could enunciate the syllables to make them up, the spider-woman had to declare she was done with the conversation. Chuck simply let his arms drop in his lap with a disappointed and vengeful expression as he abandoned his case. When Alice checked out of a conversation, there was no reviving it. Wait, was she talking about his hair? ******** it.

After finding approval in her work, Chuck declared their urgency to head off to the party with Whiskey in hand the two of them stumbled their way through the hallways, passing the bottle back and forth, making small mischevious jabs at whatever costumes they saw. It was a bit of a game between them, feigning commentary between strangers from afar or making comedic jabs at others for their own entertainment, nothing too rude or offensive, just a means to pass the time. As the duo finally reached the venue, Chuck found quite a bit of amusement in watching the reactions of several of their peers to Alice's costume. A few of them jumped with alarm only to laugh nervously and compliment her, while others simply shifted away in alarm, typically the girls who were easily disturbed by eight-legged nightmares.

It wasn't until Alice made mention of needing something that wasn't hard liquor that Chuck turned his attention back towards the spider queen with a bit of a putout expression. It took a moment before he recalled her heels and how much she struggled to move freely in them and finally nodded in concession. "Alright, but s**t's probably laced with booze or LSD or some s**t by now... if you wanna roll those dice..." He finally jabbed with a playful smile and a shrug, Jack-daniels bottle in hand, he paced across the party towards the refreshments table, giving her a playful wink before turning away.

Chuck moved at his own pace, a couple of bodies colliding with him gently as the room became more and more crowded, but happy to let each interaction slide as an accident as he paced. The loud music filling the room and constant rumble of chatter throughout the party had Chuck feeling very much at home. He'd loved this scene back in California, and honestly, it was the only element from home he missed, if he claimed the west coast as home. What he wouldn't give to be out on the waves in Oahu with a longboard under his feet and the salt on his lips.

Lost in thought, Chuck bumped into a female frame gently, nearly dropping his bottle of whiskey before reacting promptly, clenching tightly and shuffling back away from the hazard before recognizing a rather familiar furry blue figure as the culprit. Chuck wasn't upset, in fact, he apologized first as he stepped alongside this petite stranger, lifting one of the ladles of the punch bowls to his face to take a sniff, looking for the familiar aroma of booze. The fumes bit his nostrils sharply and he winced on reflex with an amused smile. "******** me... someone went a little overboard!" He reacted with a chuckle before taking a sip of the concauction experimentally, finding it akin to a bad trashcan punch.

He finally glanced sidelong towards the blue furball and found the familiar face of Alice's cute, flirty roommate. "Wasn't you was it?" He asked, pointing the now empty ladle towards the fuming punch bowl before chuckling lightly, replacing the utensil and repeating the previous actions with the second bowl, keeping his eyes on Farren for a few moments as his inebriated mind tried to solve the mystery that was her costume, finally speaking up.

"So, where's your little one-eyed-monster sidekick?" He asked with a flirty wink before chuckling aloud. Finding the second punch bowl quite a bit easier to down, he poured its contents into a dixie cup, setting it aside to return to Alice in a moment, snagging another one and filling it with the Halloween themed mixture of Chocolate and caramel covered popcorn mixed with candy corn that had been served in a large bowl, before tossing a piece into the air and catching it effortlessly into his gullet, chewing passively before glazed over eyes turned back towards Farren, seeing Cam lean in and inform her he was about to step away for a bit.

"Or was that him?" An indirect metaphorical way to ask if Cam was her date to the party. Chuck was a flirt but made it a point not to step on anyone's toes. It was all in good fun, especially in such a small pond as the Academy. Sure there were hundreds of students but in such a closed environment, gossip could ruin anything.

Chuck heard the unmistakable shout of a certain Irish male he happened to share his room with and almost instantly his focus was diverted to the happy-go-lucky man only a few feet behind him laughing and carrying on as per usual. If there was anyone aside from Alice who seemed to appreciate a good party as much as Chuck, it was Connor. It was regular good luck that the two ended up roommates. Chuck grinned wide at the sight of his over-the-top cosutme, but couldn't help admire the effort the Irish man put into the beastly outfit.

Feigning a horrible attempt at an Irish accent that sounded more Arabic or Scottish, Chuck turned to face the man and raise one arm in the air towards him with an extended fist, "Oi ya bloddy potato b*****d, how are ya?!" Chuck trilled loudly to snag the man's attention with another chuckle, "Can ye pound it in ya condition?" an innuendo and a litteral question, Connor would get it. After his rooomate's response chuck would turn to snag Farren's attention and direct her towards Connor, "I met Alice's roomie, now you get to meet mine... this is Connor."


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On your feet you feel the beat
It goes straight to your spine
Shake your head
You must be dead
If it don't make you fly.

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"Oh calm down, he’s a speedser, he doesn’t have super hearing." Daylia tried to remind Gracie. There was no way the boy would have heard her unless he had already been in the room. How ever when D pointed out that when the boy in question was probably off tormenting someone else, her dark haired friend almost seemed to wish it one someone. She couldn’t help but laugh.

The conversation drifted to costumes and the party, and that Gracie decided against anything in the realm of scary. She shrugged. "Sometimes it's fun seeing what your power does." After all, it hadn’t scared D off yet. The subject of the red riding hood prop came up, and Daylia hoped that she would be in on the goodies stashed in it. She offered another innocent shrug as Gracie asked why she would share anything with Felix. "I don’t know, his was the first name that came to mind." However, the response her bestie provided was just pure gold, setting the molecular manipulator into a fit of giggles.

It was inevitable that someone else would join them in the pool room, however, what D didn’t expect was someone that looked like that. That kind of interruption was something she could accept. He had completely derailed their previous conversation. "Well, I guess no one was ever hurt by window shopping." D shrugged.

Of course, once he was by them, the flirty nature of her bestie took charge, and even though she was the one doing the better part of it, she kept brushing it off to Daylia. "Oh please, I’m one of the greatest, but certainly not the best." She said shooting her friend yet another look, this time a raised eyebrow. Even with the heavy flirting D tried to remain even headed, pointing out that men usually bit off more than they could handle. She nodded with Gracie's assessment, wondering if it would slow down the man beside her.

Gabe joined them soon, and the question he brought didn’t pull much of an answer from D, but Gracie seemed to be of more help, mentioning some of the odd things that had happened in the kitchen. "Whipped cream saves everything." She said with a broad smile. However as the conversation shifted again to Gracie not being a very good housewife, D shrugged. "Man's an a*****e." She said with a frown. "But I can’t say I’d do any better as a housewife. This is why I need a man that can cook."

After Gabe left, Darius asked about them having dated to the Halloween bash. D admitted they didn’t. She said that maybe he could tag along, and gave him their room number.


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Daylia tilted her head as she studied her roomie again causing some of the hair from the blonde wig to fall in her face. She swiped them away as she shook her head. "Nope, not too hot, but there is that whole innocence thing to it too." She said. Innocent things seemed to pull in unwanted attention too. "But really, as you said earlier, your power should be enough to scare them off if you just start pointing around." She continued with a grin.

"Oh yes, please do. I’ll even help you find the tape." Daylia said with a laugh, but as her friend went on the laugh died out. "Oh yeah, well it’s a good thing I chose something scary then. I feel like you’re writing checks my a** can’t cash." She sighed as she shook her head, a small smile still lingering on her lips.

Daylia watched Gracie reach for the stash and start to pour them some booze. She accepted the glass with a nod. "Yes, please, maybe it’ll make the party all that more interesting." She said before making a cheers motion and downing the shot. She shivered and stuck out her tongue. "First ones always the worst."

Daylia beamed, obviously proud of her work. "It just helps to keep old costumes around from the previous year, especially when you just can't pass up the after Halloween bargain ben." She held still as Gracie blended a bit of makeup that she had missed. "Thanks, you’re a doll." She said after adjusting her teeth once again.

The conversation was interrupted by the rapping at their chamber door. An evil glint hit Daylia’s eyes as she turned to Gracie, an idea striking her. Quietly she laid out the plan, only to have Gracies mind turn to the dirty side of things. "Honestly, if he wants me behind him, I don’t want nothing to do with him." She teased back.

Gracie yelled out to the man on the other side of the door, buying D more time to get into position. If this worked and she did manage to spook him, it would be well worth the dizzy spell from using her powers. Maybe even the dry mouth. She pounced after Gracie opened the door, interrupting whatever one-liner he was about to deliver. She succeeded in scaring the poor man. The cackling started as he hit the floor, bumping into Gracie as he did so. She had to give him some points though, he almost looked like he would try to fight D off if she had actually been trying to attack them.

She sagged into the wall as she held her sides and closed her eyes. "Oh man… How was his face?" She managed to ask between giggles. Darius let out an aww ******** as Daylia sighed, wiping away a tear from her eye. "Man that was golden." She breathed. Gracie asked the man if he was okay, and Daylia could only assume that he was when he climbed off the floor and went on.

"Do what?" She asked as she tilted her head. "The makeup? Or the sneaking up behind you? Cause you know magicians never reveal their tricks." She said with a wink. She giggled again a he said he thought he was really a goner, and even more when he realized Gracie had been in on it too. "And this is why we’re partners in crime." She admitted, grinning at her roomie.

"Oh yes please." Daylia said as she pushed herself off the wall only to stumble slightly. The hall was still spinning a little, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t deal with. It would fade soon enough. She made her way to her bed and plopped down on the edge, hoping that sitting would help the spinning fade faster.

She grabbed her bottle of water and took a gulp. Hopefully, that would fix the cottonmouth, well at least until she had more alcohol. "You know damn well they’ll have someone trying to watch." She said with a shake of her head. It made sense because half of the people attending the party were underage, but at least they were not doing this out on the town. It was somewhat responsible.

"Oh? Already planning the after party are you?" Daylia teased as she looked to Darius. "That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?" Who was to say that the pair wouldn’t ditch him once they actually got to the party?

Daylia shrugged. "Depends on your definition of trouble." She said as she accepted the shot from Gracie. They cheersed and downed it, Daylia chasing hers with another swig of water. Hydration was always a good thing. "We prefer to call it fun."

After a few more shots and some resting, Daylia was ready to go. She pushed herself off the bed and headed towards the hall. "Guess we should make an appearance at some point." She said tossing some of the blonde hair over her shoulders. "Lets see what the rest of these newbies are about."



Location:❀Bedroom
With:❀Gracie, Darius
Thoughts:❀Meh

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xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Kitchen > Dorm > Party/// Company: Randal, Connor, Marcel > Marcel, Wraith

August had laid out his offer to the others if they wanted help on a costume for next year. He was willing to use his skills as a finishing touch for whatever look they were going for. Randal took the offer, granted if they were still both here. There was a lot that could happen in a year, August knew that. While he was close to people he was in the military with, he lost friends as well. Though, it could just mean that they graduated and possibly moved on. It didn’t have to be dark.

Marcel caught the attention of the conversation with his admission that he had never trick or treated before. Both the other men spoke of candy, and how it was free. And almost endless, especially in the eyes of a child. Sure, the entire concept of throwing something together now was a little short on time, but that didn’t mean that it was impossible to achieve.

August and Randal offered up their skills and costumes to Marcel. If they were going to make this work then they should get to it sooner rather than later. They still had time before the party truly started. August nodded to Randal when he offered his stash of costumes, “Sure thing.” He grinned at the man before leading Marcel to his dorm and where his supplies were as soon as the dark-skinned mutant confirmed that he was willing.

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August worked on the makeup long enough that his back felt tight. But it was worth it. He stopped himself from convincing the other mutant to take his shirt off for ease of access. He was too focused now and didn’t need that kind of distraction, no matter how welcomed it would have been.

That didn’t stop the gravity manipulator from flirting the entire time. Raining compliments down like dollar bills. Once he was finished though, he commented on the simple, but effective design and let Marcel check out his handiwork. August cleaned up the space because he certainly wasn’t going to want to at the end of the night. The only thing he wanted to do after the party was done would be shower.

Marcel asked what sort of thing happens at these kinds of parties and August had to think on it for a while. “Well, I’m sure someone is gonna sneak in liquor. Otherwise it is free food, good company, and maybe something extra at the end of the night if you get lucky.” He winked at the other male before leading the way out of the dorm.

“Just worry about having fun, that’s the most important thing, after all.” He had his good back up, shadowing the parts of his design that he wanted to create an illusion with. Marcel was right behind him when they entered the party, moving through the crowd as he tried to spot someone he knew, it was hard given some costumes, but he did appreciate the effort put into them.

He spotted the long beak of a leather mask and was instantly intrigued. He motioned to Marcel to follow as he wove through the crowds, approaching the plague doctor (Alex). There was a cheeky grin on his face when they got close enough to speak. “‘Scuse me, doctor, but my friend and I here aren’t feeling well. Know of any remedies?” His arm went around Marcel’s shoulders as he spoke, leaning into the male.


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"Oh, of course not!" The lazy blonde replied. Spreading mischief on the most wonderful time of the year was a must. But, as she had previously mentioned, she was by no means a productive person and procrastination was pretty much her middle name. "I'm just waiting for the right moment."

"To be honest, I don't think you have a single clue as to what you're going as for Halloween. And since you have standards," She started, putting air quotes around the word 'standards'. Felix wasn't exactly known for his standards. So whatever he meant by that was likely very different from the typical definition. "Have you given any thought to the idea I mentioned last week?" It was an idea that would certainly shock many, but it would also be spectacularly amusing if he agreed to it.

The two eventually made their way into the hallway where they found a furious Kerri drenched in red liquid. After inquiring, she discovered it was Felix who had infused their showers with cherry flavored Kool-Aid, a prank that had his signature all over it. As amusing as it was, especially since the misfortune happened to someone else, June wasn't the type to pour Kool-Aid into showers. It was a messy prank, and one that would eventually inconvenience everyone... including herself.

"I do like blue raspberry," She responded to Kerri's sarcastic remark. "But I get it, Red. No one wants to take a sticky, Kool-Aid infused shower." She then turned to Felix with a disappointed expression. A real one this time.

The speedster mentioned re-enacting the famous prom scene from Carrie and June couldn't help but ask about logistics, especially since she was curious about what kind of 'blood' the prankster was thinking of using. Felix, as always, kept his answer vague and Kerri jumped in and practically begged her not to encourage him. With a faint shrug, she agreed to her request and instead offered to help the girl find a clean shower. Or torture Felix into telling them which ones were already clean.

The latter seemed like the better option. Only because, to her, it was the more amusing option.

"I can think of a few things." Pain could certainly slow a person down... or ugly pus-filled boils. Her ability made torture easy. But catching the guy was the difficult part.

Felix responded to the torture suggestion by reminding June that he knew where she slept. The blonde gave a short laugh in response. "Yes... and?" June was certainly not afraid of the prankster. Whatever he planned to do to her only gave her more reason to prank him back.

Blake showed up, greeted the trio, and complimented Felix on his pranking skills. He mentioned the bloodied heads in the staff fridge last year and June let out a small chuckle. Ah, yes. She vaguely remembered that scene... and the reactions that followed. "What is with you and blood, Felix? Is that your secret fetish? Can't you think of something cleaner? And... not red? I mean, where's the originality?"

Probably not the best thing to say in front of an angry Kerri... but... oh well.

Blake then complimented the redhead and June nodded in agreement. "You might be icky now but if you had my hair you'd be stained for daaaays. Plus, I do envy your hair. I've always wanted to go red."

She gave a little wave as Kerri stormed off and turned her attention back to the boys. "Oh, Felix. It's cute that you think you're winning. Anyway, see you boys at the party!" And with that said, she joyfully hopped away to the girls' dormitory.


Location: Dorms to Party
Company: James and Aurelie


She'd originally planned to repeat her costume from last year and show up as the plague doctor. It was the perfect costume given her virokinetic abilities. But after giving it a bit more thought, she eventually decided against it. It was boring to repeat last year's costume. She wanted something fun and unpredictable. She wanted something that would turn heads and make this party even more memorable than last year's.

So, after digging through her closet and subsequently messing up the room she shared with her gorgeous blonde roommate, she found her new Halloween costume.

Juniper Morgan was going to be a nun.

Why she even had that costume was beyond her. But not long after the party started, June shuffled down the hallways in a nun's habit, complete with a wooden crucifix and rosaries. A bit of blond hair poked out of the coif, giving her a slight resemblance to Sister Mary Eunice from American Horror Stories: Asylum. She'd sent Felix a text earlier reminding him of her costume change. Hopefully he went along with the idea they had previously discussed.

Entering the party place, June maintained her meek demeanor and kept her eyes down as she gingerly made her way to the snack table. Once she found the punch bowls, she reached into her pocket and retrieved a silver flask. She then unscrewed the top and poured the entire thing into one of the punch bowls. Still keeping her eyes down, she silently shuffled to where her roommate was standing.

"Good evening, Aurelie, you're looking lovely tonight." But that was about the extent of her fake demeanor. She pulled out a lollipop from her pocket, tore off the wrapper, and stuffed the round candy in her mouth. "You won't believe how much these pockets can hold. I brought tons of goodies."

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Connor was dancing like an idiot. It was one of his best skills, since he was laughing the whole time. Nothing like a goofball embracing his own goof! He was using that grotesque arm of his to trick people left and right. Not in any way that would harm them, but he didn’t deny anything either. He would tap a shoulder and then feign innocence, using his hand to gesture that it was anybody to his right. Didn’t matter who, just that he was over-the-top while doing it. He also made fun of a couple people in costume also having a great time with the classic pose of ‘get a load of this guy’ thumb jerking. All just to make people enjoy the party and his admittedly horrible sense of humor. Before long though, he heard something that almost sounded like an insulting attempt at his manner of speech. Spinning on a dime, he saw Chuck and instantly knew it was all in good fun. Since having roomed together, he had to wonder if they bunked classmates based on personality. The Hawaiian native was nothing if not ready to have a good time at all times. The two got along famously with laughter and more than a few off-colour jokes. Once he deciphered what was said, he came closer with a grin that couldn’t be denied. While Connor couldn’t really approximate whatever the hell a Hawaiian accent was, he could respond in kind with words. “If’n you weren’t so bloody terrible, I’d show yeh! Then again, if’n it’s a show you want, you’ll see me pounding like the end of the world!!!” Just because Connor preferred girls didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease his roomie. They had seen each other in their skivvies after all. What modesty was left was kinda moot. That, and his ability to remould his form meant he could play with ~any~ part of his physiology. If he really wanted to, he could pound it in any shape so desired.

However, it seemed Chuck had a date. Connor smirked as his happy-go-lucky partner yanked a lovely lady over for introductions. Despite his rather grotesque appearance and jovial nature, he didn’t eye her up like a piece of meat. Instead, he bowed with a massive flourish- made even more so by the size of his right arm. “The pleasure is mine, Farren. An’ don’ worry about Chuck. He’s more used to calling a girl blonde, brunette, or redhead.” He said that with an exaggerated wink. No harm in throwing the boy under a bus when a lovely lady was involved. “And if you think this is grisly, yeh should see the other guy.” Obviously, there was no other guy, but with an obvious flex of his distended arm as if he earned this in a fight, he couldn’t help but chuckle at his own goofiness. This was a party, he wanted to be carefree and fun. In truth, she seemed interested in his ‘costume’ and asked him what he was. This in spite of the fact that his arm towered over them both with a massive eyeball for a bicep. Well, a painted one. When creating the form, Connor had all the muscle and skin he needed, but he wasn’t dumb enough to even try and make a working eye of that size. The thing would be absurdly heavy. Lifting his right hand he closed it as if testing it out and smiled. “Tis a villain from an old PlayStation game. Needed me a decent costume in a hurry, and my abilities made body horror an easy choice. Believe it or not, this was nice and simple for me. Putting it back might be a bit of a chore, but it’s worth it.”

Connor looked about and began to smell a very faint and familiar tint to the room. The smell that felt like his uncles’ house back in Boston, or perhaps a game of Futbol on the screens at the local pub. Somebody inevitably spiked the punch. Like that wasn’t expected. Oh well, things might get even more interesting once that little cat was out of it’s bag and into everybody else’s. That raised more than a few intimate pairing questions depending on how much was consumed before the higher-ups noticed. Trying to come back to the moment, he returned the favor with an appreciative grin as he took in her appearance. “And you? Is this something special for you, Fabulous Farren?”

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XXXXXXWhat: I'm gonna die!!!!
XXXXXXXXWho: Gracie, Daylia
XXXXXXXXXXTheme Song: Who's Stoppin Me - Big Sean
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As Darius recoiled from the sudden shock of Daylia's surprise attack, his lips curled into a wide entertained smile, he wasn't so proud as to get butthurt over a genuine scare, if nothing else it proved there was more to the blue-eyed Wolf-girl than he had earlier anticipated. Gracie cautioned him not to excite "the girls" unless he planned on finishing what he started, for a moment he was confused about her statement until he recalled bumping into her on the way down. "Well damn," He chuckled in realization of just what part of her body he'd reached out to in reflex, "Well, I mean I ain't sorry... but the girls are gonna have to wait till after the party." He promised with a wink as he returned to his feet

He shook his head trying to calm his heart rate, glancing back and forth between the two females, chuckling along with their laughter, amused with the way Daylia reeled against the wall in laughter. "Yeah, yeah aiight, ya'll get it out of your system..." He finally declared, waving the joke off with a hand as she asked Gracie about his reaction "You got me aiight, you got me..." He added, giving her the earned satisfaction as she claimed magicians never reveal their tricks. To that, he could only shrug in agreeance and confess a shrug. "Damn, I got a feelin you're not gonna let me live that s**t down either." he said with another chuckle.

"Yall def make a good team tho, won't deny that." Darius finally affirmed as Daylia claimed they were partners in crime, only to hear Gracie say something about a Treat for their Trick, To which the man shook his head lightly, laughing silently as his eyes found Gracie's "Girl you wild!" he finally confessed honestly, one thing was for sure, these two would make for a lively evening if nothing else. Finally Gracie offered up drinks for the three of them, he was happy to accept, but as Daylia declared her approval, he glanced just in time to see a bit of a wobble in her step. Reflexively, Darius reached an arm out to the girl to offer her stability, "You good, D?" He asked, still smiling but a bit of concern on his face as he glanced towards Gracie, as if for some sort of affirment that her dizziness was normal, assuming it probably had something to do with her powers and not how much she'd already had to drink, if any.

Darius remained available for Daylia's support as long as she needed him as he took the glass from Gracie as she introduced him to her good friend, to acquaintances nodded towards the glass as if greeting an acquaintance, "Very nice t'meet ya Joe." He said with mock reverence, holding it into his hand until all three of them were prepared to toss the shots back in unison, as they seemed to drill him lightly over his preparation for what came after the party, to which Dairus simply shrugged innocently. "Can't blame a brother for being prepared can ya?" he defended himself with a playful smile, "Besides, where I come from, when we turn up, we usually go all night so... I'm just tryna bring a little bit of where I'm from with me, ya dig?"

The two girls seemed to agree about the idea of what some might call trouble, they agreed to call fun. Once again, the trio seemed to be league on something, to that end, Darius saw an opportunity and raised his glass, inviting the women to join him, "well in that case, here's to a night of fun" he declared his toast before tossing back the Tequila, reeling lightly from its potency before the trio would move out for the party.


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As the three of them stepped into the room, Darius was a bit surprised by the liveliness of the crowd. He assumed a boarding school type Academy like this place would be tame and closely regulated, but the atmosphere felt more like a house party he'd attended back home with a bit more variety. The costumes were definitely more than he'd anticipated as well, it seemed these two weren't the only ones who took Halloween seriously. Darius couldn't help but let his head nod lightly to the beat of the song playing as he sized up the crowd.

The Pharaoh glanced sidelong towards Gracie, as she hinted that he wasn't off the hook just yet for his claims of being the best the new arrivals had to offer, to which he chuckled lightly before replying, "Go right ahead but make sure you're thorough with my assessment... I'd hate it if you missed a crucial detail." He hinted with a bit more of a suggestive tone before chuckling once again, amused with the back and forth the two of them had shared thus far. Watching as she handed off a snack to the Daylia, offering him one as well, he shrugged and accepted, he hadn't eaten since lunch and with the company, he was keeping, it might have been best to avoid getting too trashed the first night he would establish himself before his classmates.

"Ya'll really don't hold back around here, I dig it." he confessed, glancing about the room once again with an entertained smile, turning back towards the pair of them, "Anybody around here I should know about?"



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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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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith Lucianna, just ending a training session, and then... with June, Kerri and Felix in the hallway in front of the guys' dorms.

A chuckle resonated deep within his chest when Luci all but stated that she wasn’t willing to pull a Kardashian stunt to become famous. “Hey, Georgia got snow last year, so be careful what you anchor yourself to, doll.”

Without inserting his own opinions on politics, he couldn’t stop himself from voicing that it wasn’t a venue he thought the family with too many K’s for names would excel in. “Then again…” He paused, humor coloring his tone. “They might be just stupid enough for a successful career.” Small jab at his father and the company he kept? Maybe. But he doubted such a generalized statement would lead anyone back to his own family.

Shifting gears, the next topic of discussion was all too natural, given the scheduled party. When she mentioned him shaving his legs to go as a firefighter (as a way to even the playing field for all the sexist costumes made for women), something about it sparked embarrassment in her, and she began to emit a floral scent. Though he noticed the particular shade of crimson, Blake tastefully declined to comment on it -- believing that doing so would only serve to hinder her control.

Instead, Blake shared stories about his old roommate, citing that he might be able to supply her a few props for her magician’s outfit. Promising to root them out and meet her at her bedroom, he parted ways with her on a good note - re-emphasizing how much further along she had come in reigning in her gifts.

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Well, at least standing in front of Kerri now… they at least knew the tension between them hadn’t yet fizzled to nothing. It still felt palpable, tight as a piano wire that got cranked just past its limits. The defensive withdraw only further elicited a chuckle, his lopsided grin bearing dimples on either side of his mouth. Her robe didn’t do much to mar his memory of what was beneath. The bite under her sweet tone indicated that she was far from amused and hadn’t wanted his commentary, but it did little to temper him. “Always happy to give a different perspective, darlin’.” He said, his words seemingly laced with honey, but void of the sting she’d given him.

No doubt she had ideas of what silver linings their break up had brought him, but he schooled his visage into nothing but Texan charm. As far as he was concerned, the fight that had driven them to Splitsville was over, and he hadn’t been drinking enough whiskey to pick it back up again. The implications made on both sides had drawn a very clear line in the sand, and while time had told him both parties were innocent, the lack of trust between them wasn’t something so easily repaired. She was better off without a messy relationship with him anyway.

That didn’t mean, however… that he necessarily enjoyed his buddy asking for a kiss from his ex. Carefully keeping his gaze level, one eyebrow shot upwards at Felix’s suggestion before he had a mind to stop it, throwing a wrench in his facade that he had any opinions of what/who Kerri should occupy her time with. Schooling his visage back into a position of neutrality, his hands found the deep cavities of his pockets as he inwardly chided himself. No matter that it had been a year since they’d separated; he hadn’t let all of the implications rest just for her to shack up with someone who wouldn’t treat her better than he had. She was supposed to date someone worthy of her this time, not get more of the same. And friend or not, Felix was definitely not what he had in mind for the fair redhead.

Felix’s long line of pranks were to be admired, though… so Blake made no hesitation to shift back to that before any sort of awkward pause could take place. Already, he was certain that Kerri was analyzing every minute detail of this interaction so that she could assess with a girlfriend later whatever hidden meaning he was supposed to have. As that crossed his mind, a battle between his baser instincts and his willpower started, but he thankfully didn’t roll his eyes. She and all the other women on the planet probably wouldn’t understand if he told her… guys just typically weren’t that deep. He fidgeted to not feel awkward, he laughed because he found something funny. Easy.

“You move around too fast for me to keep track of your whereabouts.” Blake uttered with a stiff nod, the ghost of a smile in his features promising that he’d not be the one to turn the speedy mutant in.

“Clean shaved Beastie?” He repeated, his visage falling slightly in shock. “Did you…” He swallowed, trying to figure out just how he’d managed it. “Nair Beast?”

June accused Felix of a blood fetish, bringing some levity back to his features, as if her humor was the single thing that reminded him he was still among the living. “She’s got you there.” He drawled out to his friend. “Though I think his fetishes run a bit more simple than that. Think basal needs.” The Texan joked, grinning at his friend to assure him that he meant no offense.

Hooking a thumb back toward the dorms, Blake lifted his chin ever so slightly as a way of goodbye. “I promised Luci she could borrow some of Joe’s old magic tricks for her costume tonight, so I’d better go find them. See you all later.”

As soon as he disappeared into the hallway leading back to his room, he dug out his phone and texted a number he hadn’t in what felt like a millenium. Staring at Kerri’s name for a few seconds, the struggle to reach out after so long was harder than he initially thought.

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He probably put the powder right inside the showerhead’s base. Either unhook the nozzle and remove it, or just let the water run on cold until it’s gone. There’s no way the supply of powder is limitless.
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There. Peace offering sent. Hopefully she wouldn’t blab as to who told her how to have a sticky-free shower, or next time, he’d let her suffer. Hell, he’d help Felix with his next batch of pranks.

**

It hadn’t taken long to find all of Joe’s old props, but it had taken a bit for him to read the instructions so that he could teach Luci how to use them. And god, did he feel like a ******** idiot for trying to get the string of colored flags to come out of his sleeve. Choosing three of the simpler tricks, Blake stuffed them in the pocket of his space suit and headed for the showers - making sure that he checked the nozzle before turning it on.

After all, one couldn’t be too careful.

The path between his dorm room and Luci’s suite was more worn than it likely should have been, but a part of him couldn’t help but walk her around campus, as if a few trips of her own might cause her to be lost in the shuffle. He knocked on her door once, and could hear her shuffle around the room before bashfully swinging it open.

Carefully, the cowboy inspected her costume, and bit back a smile when he realized why she was so nervous about the presentation. Good god, that was a lot of leg. Nodding appreciatively, his oceanic stare clashed into her emerald one. “Looks good. Like you’re a true show woman.” He answered honestly.

“Do you know how to tie a bow tie?”

Pulling off his gloves that made his hands look like a giant’s, his eyebrows danced upwards briefly in correlation with his most debonair expression as he reached for the tie in question. “And all those fundraisers in my youth finally have a use.” He said, more to himself than to her as his fingers deftly situated the piece around her slender, pretty neck. Just as that observation flitted through his conscience, he took a step back and bade himself forget any notion.

Reaching for a distraction, the recruiter pulled out the flags, a trick deck of cards and a collapsible stuffed bunny. “I’ll be honest… I tried to learn a few of these to teach you, but I’m complete garbage as a magician. I think I got the gist of it though, and I brought his instruction booklet for you to go over.”





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