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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 5:59 pm
Location: Party With: August and Alex Thoughts: I really need to lighten up. He felt like a nervous trainwreck waiting to happen. His expectations towards much of anything were neither high nor low, yet if he was also to be honest, he felt completely nervous a little more than he probably should. He was at an academy of all places, very much dedicated to mutants. Why did it feel as if he was still having some kind of guard up, however? Maybe it had something to do with the costumes. What he did know was that August swore that there was fun to be abound, especially with the wink he kept giving that made Marcel wonder if his mutation was to be subtly kind in a spooky manner or if a stroke was trying to crawl up on him. He had questions, of course, but Marcel felt he was probably going to make himself look completely stupid, so he never inquired on what sneaking liquor in meant or even the suggestion of having fun well after the party was over. He just sported his best wink in return as he followed Jedi right on in.
Okay, so he was definitely in the wrong on what he assumed costumes meant. Nobody seemingly wore anything that equated cheap. If his father wasn’t some kind of religious shrewd in a sewer with Morlocks once upon a spell, Marcel might have learned what it was like to have fun on an otherwise oddly festive night. That was until he received his diagnosis.
”I’m d-dead…” his jaw dropped inquisitively in horror as he believed every word the plague doctor said right away. It all made sense! That’s why he couldn’t recall what happened after the fire in Dallas. The little girl was Satan in disguise! He practically leaned in closer against August with a hand wrapped around the male’s waist and a face practically burrowed for a form of brief safety. It did not stop the apparent anxious male from causing anything hydrologically based to start twisting and turning however, which only ceased the second this strange doctor with a very familiar face put up his hands up in the air as if to indicate he was joking. He never let go of August at that point in time, but his head did tilt quizzically as he asked aloud ”Alex…?”Of course it was him. That explained why he hardly had seen his roommate all day for the most part. Marcel was thinking he might be like him: uninterested, unbothered and just finding somewhere to lurk. Instead, here he was looking gloomier than a heavy rainy day amid the cool, crisp winter air with thunder and lightning to spare. Marcel groaned in partial annoyance as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Yes, they both were absolutely right. He was a bit too tense. ”It’s too long of a story to keep sharing. I should probably learn how loosen up before I become one of those conspiracy theorist whacks who thinks the earth is flat while wearing a tinfoil hat.”Or worse: His father. He finally eased away from August when he finally felt reasonably calm. This was perhaps the second time that someone mentioned drinks being needed to clear the mind. If the punch proved to be more magical than pumpkin spice, he might be convinced. One could never go wrong with Fruit Punch as he tasted the cold drink. He downed it quick and then filled the cup again and in a way, they were absolutely right. He felt so much better after drinking from the punch bowl. For now, anyways.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 6:00 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Her Dorm > Party /// Company: Blake
Luci had been nervous. Even after she had finally got herself in her costume properly, she found herself constantly twisting and turning in the mirror, checking herself over. She wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anything out of place, and she was still very on the fence about her costume. It was revealing. More skin than she had shown comfortably in a very long time. She couldn’t even remember the last time she wore a swimsuit in front of other people. Probably before her powers manifested, before she had really developed.
At this point, she didn’t even own a swimsuit. So she had no idea what she would look like now that her curves came in. She was careful not to touch the bare skin on her thighs beneath the fishnets once her gloves were on. That was when she heard a knock at her door and rushed to answer it after grabbing her hat. She put her hat on after greeting Blake, clearly nervous still.
She asked for his opinion, and he gave it. She relaxed a bit, smiling more as she adjusted her hat. “Too bad my powers aren’t something a little more show-like.” She tried not to sound too terribly bitter about it, but luckily, she felt herself pretty relaxed after training and a shower. She wouldn’t be a danger, at least not tonight.
She asked him next if he knew how to tie a bow tie, holding the strip of fabric up to him. He slid his gloves off and she swallowed hard. His costume was much more practical than his own. He took the tie from her gloved hand. “And all those fundraisers in my youth finally have a use.” She smiled a bit, “Good thing you were busy doing that instead of selling popcorn for Boy Scouts.”
She held her hair up for him to slip the tie around her neck before she dropped her hair down and held her head high, giving him better access to her neck. Her eyes went to his for a moment as she felt his fingers familarily work the tie around her neck, not really thinking about the way her lip caught between her teeth. Finally, she looked away shyly, abolishing any thought that went through her mind when his fingers fell away.
He reached for the tricks that he had brought along for her, taking them from him carefully. She smiled softly, her cheeks a light pink. “Thank you. I really do appreciate it. Though I’m not sure if some of these are going to be salvageable after they’ve been stuffed into my costume. But,” She took the deck of cards, opening up her coat to reveal the shirt beneath that clung to her body, slipping them into a pocket in her inner lining, “these will be perfect.”
She tugged at her gloves, adjusting them as she motioned for them to go, “I can read the instructions while we head there, if you don’t mind leading me.” Once she had the booklet in her hand, she skimmed the pages as they walked, figuring out ways to try to get a trick to work in her favor before she tucked the booklet away. She could always brush up on it at some point during the party. Besides, she doubted that anyone would expect her to show them a trick or two.
Once they were in the party, her eyes went across the room at all the faces she recognized, and perhaps a few that she didn’t. Especially not under the masks and paint and costumes. She swallowed, her throat dry from her nervousness. She spotted the refreshments table as Alice came closer to them. “I’m going to get something to drink,” she spoke softly to Blake, just loud enough for him to hear before she slipped away from his side, her heeled boots clicking across the floor.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 6:12 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party /// Company: Chuck, Gabe, Blake
They had finally got to the party, regardless of a lot of support from Chuck to keep her from falling and breaking her neck as she swayed with each step. She should have ditched the heels the moment she put them on. But at this point, she was committed, and her dress was too long to go without them without holding it up.
She told her friend to get them refreshments, not trusting herself to walk far, her legs were already tired. She should find a place to sit. “Don’t think it would make a difference,” She argued back to the Hawaiian. LSD probably would, but at this point, she wouldn’t care. Her eyes swept across the party as she tried to find a more comfortable place to plant herself.
He wasn’t gone for long when she felt someone bump into her. She stumbled in her heels before whirling around as fast as she could, her head spinning longer than her body. Her eyes locked on who it was as she voiced her outrage at the clumsiness of the male. He was a stammering mess by the time she was ready to lay into him.
Her eyes swept across the party, looking for her Player Two when she spotted him near the refreshment table with Farren. Her eyes narrowed at the stabbing feeling in her chest and the sour taste it left in her mouth. They met a few hours ago. If even that. And here he was getting his flirt on with her roommate.
Immediately, the thought went through her head in a matter of seconds. How ******** awkward it would be if she caught the pair together. And how she would definitely, probably kill him. Chances were Farren wouldn’t get hurt too bad from Alice’s abilities, but Chuck didn’t stand a chance when it came to a quick draw against her.
She turned her attention back to Gabe, letting out a sigh before a smile formed across her black painted lips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She reached up, tapping the plastic ball that was one of her eyes. “What do you think? Pretty good for a DIY, huh?” She held her arms out as she did a little spin for the blonde, giving a full view of her very revealing dress.
If Chuck was gonna flirt with her roomie, then it was as good of a time as any to step into the character of a queen rather than her usual irrationally brash self. She took in Gabe’s costume, closing a bit more distance between them. “I gotta admit, I think you pull off the howl cowboy getup better than Tanner, and he wears this s**t for practical more purposes.”
Her eyes swept down, appreciating the details before her hand reached out, sliding along the leather of the holster at Gabe’s hip. Her black nails dancing along the grip of the gun. “Is it loaded?” Her eyes swept up to his face, black pools in the party lights. She definitely wasn’t in her most desirable form, despite the dress. But her effort had to appreciated. Besides, half the school knew what she looked like under all this makeup.
As her eyes shot to see if Chuck was catching any of this, she spotted Blake come in through the door. A smile graced her face once again before she turned her attention back to Gabe. “You should make it up to me later for almost knocking me on my a** with a dance.” She winked at the blonde before hustling as fast as she could, tipsy and in heels, to where Blake stood. “Sup, nerd?”
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 8:55 pm
Know your body's made to move,
Feel it in your guts.
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name,
If it don't make you strut.
 
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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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:39 pm
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The ex-soldier sat there about as patiently as he could muster, first opting to people watch, though not too eagerly. He caught a few exchanges via clumsy people, one being the stoner kid running into the guy who should have dressed up as the beanstalk giant and the other being the nerdy tech guy running into the headstrong spider lady. One proved slightly more eventful than the other, but in the end, neither kept his full interest seeing as he was only here due to one person that had yet to show up.
Addi wasn't a particularly timely person, she tended to lose track of it just as often as she kept it so he wasn't overly concerned. That and he had no doubt she was with Raine, helping her best friend get her costume ready. One was rarely seen independently of the other, something he'd become accustomed to in the time he'd gotten to know the beach bunny. All the same, though, he was antsy as he waited for the duo to arrive.
By this point he'd progressed to drumming the table he was seated at with the fingers on his right hand. Meanwhile, he rested half of his face in his left hand as he observed the Halloween party scene with relative apathy. That was when a few more people had shown up, most of them arriving in pairs or groups and proceeding to gab to one another over whichever mundane topics they could manage to drill up. The cyrokinetic merely rolled his eyes, shifted in his seat to press both his hands to either side of his head as he silently wondered what he'd done to deserve the unnecessary headache of being here.
Just as his foot began tapping the ground rapidly in further irritation, he heard a set of footsteps approaching and chanced a glance upwards, over his shoulder. To his relief, made evident by the fact he'd perked up akin to a dog excited when their owner came home from working all day, it was Addison.
"Thrilled," he responded with a flicker of a smile while remaining seated. "I'm pretty sure you of all people remember how great I am in the party and bar scenes." His comment was a reference to a time that felt rather long ago at this point, when she'd ran into him by chance and had refused to leave his side when some of his former unit had been attempting to hunt him down.
When she decided to tease further by poking fun at his 'costume', he merely went along with it, offering a bit of dark humor she'd likely understand better than most. "Not everyone needs to dress up to be a monster, you know."
After her comment about his own costume, his icy gaze couldn't help but glance toward her own. There were definitely aspects of it that were on the less modest side but it still left plenty to the imagination: she was adorable and alluring all at once. She was a perfect balance of the best of both worlds as far as her choice of costume went in his opinion. The fact she'd chosen a mermaid couldn't have been more perfect for her considering how much she adored the water and the beach.
"So," he observed with a smile far more tender than anyone else in the room would ever receive from him, "you went with a mermaid, huh? It's definitely the perfect choice for you, I couldn't think of anything more appropriate. You look ... nice. No. Nice doesn't do you justice. You look stunning."
Realizing he definitely wasn't comfortable with the whole offering compliments situation, he was quick to kick himself internally and change the topic as fast as possible. The last thing he wanted to have his mind lingering on was how gorgeous she was. "So where's Raine? Please tell me you convinced her not to go with the orange idea."
Raine was definitely a whole lot of woman and very charming in her own way but the cyrokinetic couldn't help but wonder about her sporadic, last minute decision making sometimes. Why on earth she thought being a paper mache orange for Halloween would be an amazing idea was beyond him. One couldn't help but admire her spunk, though, even if he was often on the receiving end of it from time to time. Her will was one of the few that could match Addison's, perhaps a factor to why they were such great friends.
He finally rose from his chair to stand beside the beach bunny and survey the rest of the party festivities, evidently less sullen when in the presence of the mermaid. "Okay, so ... we're here. What's the plan?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:38 am
 Party
Farren certainly couldn't fault Alice for liking this one based on initial impressions: not only was he a looker but the Hawaiian absolutely possessed an rugged charm in his own goofy way. He was good for some banter and had some wit about him, definitely a weapon any man who had an interest in Alice would be in dire need of. She had a sharp tongue and even deadlier bite so Chuck would definitely have a run for his money, especially if he kept up his flirty routine.
"Innocent," Farren hushed Chuck by placing an index finger over her lips, "until proven guilty. You're not very good at this law enforcement thing, are you?"
She was well aware that Chuck would be a horrid enforcer of anything aside from maybe assuring others were having a good time but she went with her initial jest over his questioning regardless. "Oh, no need to worry about me. I'm pretty sure you mean the other person's technique. If you haven't noticed, there happen to be two punch bowls and mine's without a doubt the one that doesn't taste or smell like gasoline fumes. And I'm not surprised in the least since the second punch bowl mixer doesn't even drink." She offered him another quick wink before they proceeded onto the topic of her costume.
Farren didn't miss Chuck's disappointment over her keeping in character with her costume. Her response had obviously been based on the actual one eyed monster in the movie and not pertaining to the actual Cam, unless he'd managed to lose an eye in the couple hours they'd parted ways. Unlikely unless he'd encountered some R rated Halloween content while taking his daughter trick or treating. Either way, her response had been vague, perhaps intentionally, perhaps because she'd missed her mark, Chuck likely didn't know her well enough to know for sure yet.
"Well," she said with an ambiguous shrug of her shoulders and yet another wink, "not every sidekick remains stuck as one, you know. Sometimes they manage to prove worthy of being more than just a sidekick and graduate to something better."
"I suppose," she stated ominously with a mischievous pat on his shoulder, "you'll just have to get to know me better to find out for sure." Her statement had been quite open ended and she left it up to Chuck to muddle over it and take it however he decided to. She evidently wasn't concerned over the matter, merely playing along and having herself a good time.
"Oh," Farren assured Connor with a confident nod of her head followed by a wink, "I'm not worried in the least: pretty sure he's in the process of being trained."
Farren didn't fail to miss Chuck's attention wander from herself and Connor as he looked over toward Alice rather obviously moving her fingers across Gabe's gun holster. As expected, Chuck reacted to the scene, his grip evidently tightening on his drink and his facial expression relinquishing his goofy undertone if only momentarily. Despite noticing his reaction, however, she remained quiet as Connor proceeded to explain the origins of his costume to her. "Ah, alright. I wasn't encouraged to have video games in the house so I never did see much of them. You definitely did a good job for being in a rush, though."
Chuck spared her the expense of responding to Connor's inquiry into her own costume by simultaneously answering Connor's question and using the opportunity to slip an arm around her shoulder. While Farren maybe chose to play dumb, she was certainly far from it and she was well aware that Chuck's move was likely retaliation against Alice's own move on Gabe. She internally shrugged, she could stand there and look pretty to help Chuck out for the time being. It wasn't like it was any skin off her nose and in the end it'd be his funeral, not hers.
"Just under?" She asked naughtily with a mock pout as she deliberately leaned into the Hawaiian and hooked one of her arms around his mid section while they stood there. The kinetic absorptionist, again, chose not to elaborate further on her statement. She was perfectly fine allowing Chuck to draw his own conclusions without her help. He'd find out one way or the other what she was about: she was nothing if not a selective opportunist that liked to stir the pot every now and then.
She opted, uncharacteristically, to remain silent for once as she allowed Connor his chance to respond to his roommate's question. Farren was morbidly intrigued by what the response would be, considering the grotesque nature of the Irishman's costume.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 11:39 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 11:29 pm
  Location: James' Room -> Party
Company: Aurelie, Roland, and Quintin -> Aurie and June
“Yeah, don’t feel bad, I’ve been here for years and still don’t typically go to a lot of functions. I guess I’m just a killjoy.” Shrugging, James caught sight of the smile Aurie offered and could see just how nervous she was about it all. “We’ll just have to make up for all the fun we missed out on.” James said with a smile of his own in an attempt to get her to loosen up a little bit. Why she was so nervous was beyond him, but she seemed to think no one would like her for some reason.
They discussed why it had taken them so long to actually hang out outside of the sessions with Jean, and Aurie seemed to hone in on his comment about her being pretty. Out of all he had said, that was probably the last thing he wanted her to hone in on, but it was too late now. “Uh, I mean… Yeah. Have you actually looked in the mirror lately?” He questioned, not understanding how someone so gorgeous could not know it. How could anyone not think her gorgeous? It was baffling.
Deciding to focus on helping her pick out a costume, it seemed the two of them could practically die of embarrassment at what awaited them. Trying to focus on the next costume only heighten the embarrassment Aurie was probably feeling as she spoke of her sister. James didn’t miss how red she was in the face, but made sure to pretend he hadn’t noticed. “Yeah, I’m not sure why these would be worn anywhere aside from maybe the bedroom.” As soon as the words left his mouth James regretted them, but it was too late to take them back.
Trying to breeze past it, James commented that he might not be able to make it after all. Aurie seemed to take this as being for an entirely different reason, and James didn’t bother saying the actual reason. “I assure you it would not be out of embarrassment…”, James breathed out, again wishing it hadn’t been said the moment it was. Maybe she hadn’t heard him.
Not having really planned anything out, Aurie offered up her outfits for him to wear. “No thank you, if you can’t imagine another lady wearing them, I can’t imagine a man wearing them.” Unfortunately he’d already imagined a certain someone wearing them for a brief moment, hence his hesitance on even going.
It wasn’t long after that Roland made his way into the room, making quite the scene as he got stuck in the door. Letting Aurelie and Roland converse, James just listened. It didn’t surprise him that Aurie wouldn’t want to wear the outfits anywhere, which again made him regret his earlier bedroom comment. “I dunno, it was pretty heart wrenching, you are clearly heartbroken over not being able to wear these costumes.” With a small chuckle, he hoped the lightheartedness would help them move on.
As Aurelie mentioned not even wanting to see the other costumes, James nodded in agreement. It served to remind him how utterly unprepared he was for this party if there were going to be a lot of ladies dressed like this. There was mention of a costume contest and James could tell how uncomfortable the idea made Aurelie, so he tried to quickly assure her she wouldn’t be required to participate. Roland agreeing that it wouldn’t be mandatory. “It would certainly turn heads.”
It wasn’t long after that Quintin too entered the room to deliver something to Blake. “You joke, but it’s a serious concern with some of the people in this building. And we could never let it get too boring.” Quintin mentioned Blake not being there and James chuckled. “Eh, it would be too easy if you found him right away, and you did mention not letting it get too boring.”
Falling silent as Quintin and Aurie spoke to each other, he raised an eyebrow as the blonde mentioned Blake being a TA. “Nothing like that.” He said at the same time as Quintin, who went on to further explain it. He simply nodded at the mention of them having a lot to catch up on. “It does seem like quite the good fortune to return on the night of a party.” Granted it wouldn’t have mattered to James, but he was less fun. “It would be kinda hard to steal something nonexistent.” The telekinetic mentioned in reference to stealing his costume ideas.
Aurelie ducked out not long after, grabbing her bags and mentioning finding him a costume. “You’ll look perfect...ly fine in whatever you wear.” James said, catching himself for a moment. “And uh, thanks.” Waving her off, he accepted the folder as Quintin too decided to head off. “I’ll make sure he gets it next I see him, which I imagine will be tonight.”
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When Aurelie had offered to put together a costume for him, James had been expecting something tasteful, maybe an officer, or doctor, or something that at least covered. What he hadn’t been expecting was for her to make him a spartan out of 300. As he got the costume, he could only stare at it in silence for a moment. The note had been read, and he cursed himself for not having gotten to it before now. The end of the note had been read, but not really thought about as he was too focused on what it didn’t cover.
Getting the text from Aurelie, James sighed and hurriedly put the costume on. He finished moments before a knock alarmed him to Aurelie’s arrival. Opening the door, James found himself a little taken aback by the blonde’s costume choice. To say she looked breathtaking just didn’t seem to do her justice, but it was the only thing he could think of, especially since it did seem to take his breath away. “You look amazing as well.” Not that he thought he looked amazing. “And I sincerely doubt that.” It had been a little while since his last girlfriend after all. Not terribly long, but long enough.
Not that he was currently looking.
“And this is seriously the best you could find for me? It practically covers less than what you had been sent.” And he didn’t think it flattering on himself, but it was too late to find anything else.
As they arrived at the party, Aurie admitted this was her first school party and James raised an eyebrow. “Really? I must say I’m surprised by that, but relax, you’ll be fine. And I’ll be here if you need anything.” It wasn’t long after that June made her way over, speaking to Aurelie. “Juniper, good to see you. I see we decided to go ironic tonight.” That probably went for him as well, but he didn’t have much time to ponder before she produced a sucker and declared she had tons of goodies. “I’m almost afraid to ask.” James responded in amusement.
With June, that could mean any number of things.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 7:45 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 8:05 am
  Two Weeks Ago: The Farrell residence
Heather Farrell gently placed a hand on her daughter's arm to stop her from peeling off her skin. Ella looked up sheepishly to see her Mother smiling at her. She had no clue that she had started rubbing the tattoo on her wrist again, for it had become a subconscious habit. When she looked down at her wrist, it was red but not to the point of peeling.
Phil Farrell, Ella’s father, was seated on the opposite side of Ella and had not noticed the fidgeting. He was too preoccupied with a conversation he was having with a fellow colleague of his. The two men stopped when a knock sounded on the door and Phil rose to answer it. He spoke softly and shook hands with someone before stepping aside and allowing the visitors to enter. Ella recognized the balding man in the wheelchair as Professor Charles Xavier, however she did not recognize the escorts. One was an African American woman with snow white hair and eyes that seemed to see beyond her years. They were electric yet warm and kind. The other person seemed much less friendly though that could have been the beard that outlined what looked like a permanent scowl. He wore a thick leather jacket and smelled strongly of cigar smoke.
“Ella” Phil began “You remember Professor Xavier?” Ella nodded and rose from her chair. “Its a pleasure to see you again, Professor.”
Charles Xavier nodded and noted the tattoo and how red it currently looked. He gave nothing away though as he smiled and extended his hand. “Good to see you too, Ella. Now let me tell you about the Institute….”
Three Days Ago: The Institute, Ella’s room
Ella blinked at the package in front of her. A UPS man had dropped it off earlier in the day and someone had brought it to her while she was stuffing her face with leftover lasagna in the kitchen. She hadn’t been expecting anything and so the brown package was a surprise. The return address was even more of a shock; Rachel Wallace, 66 Clara Barton Ave Henrietta NY, 14534.
Rachel was Ella’s childhood friend and still her bestie through all of this. She had called and visited when allowed while Ella was at the mutant encampment. In fact, when Ella revealed her secret, Rachel merely shrugged and asked if she got hairballs and if cats had toe jam (“Ya know, like the lint that gets stuck between your toes from socks?”).
While Ella was looking at the package, Beefcake jumped up and sniffed it. “Its from Rachel, your second favorite human.” The cat purrped and Ella pried open the package to reveal layers of fabric with a an envelope on top. The letter inside read as follows;
‘Ellie,
When are you getting a new cell phone?! I am BORED and need someone to talk to. Seriously, you left me with Chris and all he wants to talk about is the newest ‘Walking Dead’ or how long he lasted in ‘Foritenight’. Do you know how many times I have had to listen to his kill scores. DO YOU?! Ugh! For the love of all that is holy GET.A.CELL.PHONE. I totally would have sent one but your parents are having trouble getting you back on their plan. Something about cell plans expiring and paying more and blah blah. Hopefully soon. Anywho I wanted to send you some stuffs to spice up your life. Not to mention your Mom said the Institute might have a Halloween party, so she let me pick out a costume for you. You’re welcome. <3 Come visit soon ok? (You’re allowed to right? Its not like a prison…..right?)
PS: To my BFF Beefcake; Don’t worry my love, I got you something too. Stay chunky!
Rachel
Ella snorted after reading the letter. She seriously missed home and Rachel (the only one allowed to call her ‘Ellie’) but knew she was where she needed to be. “Wait…” Ella stopped being nostalgic for a moment “She picked out a costume for me? Oh God….”. The mutant quickly picked up the aforementioned cat from the box (he climbed in immediately after Ella opened it). “Move toad” she said while placing him next to her. The cat meowed in protest but sat patiently, tail flicking lazily.
Slowly reaching into the package Ella pulled out some fabric and unfolded it. First was a hoodie from their school. “Go Bulldogs” she muttered while tossing it on the end of her bed. Next was just some padding that covered up a collection of DvDs which included both ‘Beauty and the Beast’ versions, The Princess Bride, The Goonies and Fifty Shades of Grey. Ella blushed at the last movie. Rachel had been trying to get her to watch that movie for months now. Said it would ‘enlighten’ Ella. Moving on Ella noticed a wrapped bundle and she held her breath while taking it out. Stapled to it was a note ‘Don’t worry, its nothing too skimpy. ~_^’
As soon as the costume was taken out Beefcake jumped into the box again. He pawed past some books and snacks and came out dragging a stuffed snake toy. It was lime green with black beady eyes and reeked of catnip. The cat happily leapt out of the box, onto the bed, and began to lick the toy. “All yours dude.” Ella said while pulling out cat treats too. “Your BFF spoils you….”
Today, Institute: Halloween Party
Tugging at the yellow fabric, Ella was standing in front of her full length mirror. Rachel had sent her an adult version of Belle’s yellow dress from Beauty and the Beast. Originally the skirt looked long enough but now that it was on, it only reached the middle of her thigh and thus dismayed her greatly. At first the top had been a problem with its off the shoulder straps and low cut nature, but then Ella noticed the skirt and the top was no longer a concern. “I’ll kill her when I see her again…” she muttered while sitting on the bed and pulling up white stockings. “I don’t even have a second option for a costume so I have to go in this! Shes dead….oh so freakin dead…” At least Ella had her own choice of shoes; a pair of dark red pumps with a small heel. They matched the red rose pin that was squarely in the middle of her bust. Standing back up she took out her cell phone, newly bestowed upon her by her parents that afternoon, and snapped a picture. Sexy Bell immediately sent it to her soon to be dead friend. “I hate you” was the tagline and before she could set the phone down a ding came through. ‘Rwar! Go get yourself a mutant boyfriend pretty lady! <3’ Ella shook her head and set the phone down. She looked over to Beefcake, who was asleep on the bed, totally stoned out of his mind from his toy snake.
Heels clicking, Ella made her way to the party. Once inside she found the snack table and made a beeline for it. She started snacking on anything she could get her hands on. It wasn’t until the 5th brownie she noticed two punch bowls and her throat begged for something other than food. “Eeney, meeney, miney, mo.” Ella picked a bowl, filled a plastic cup and took a long drink. It was delicious and she thought nothing of downing her first cup, then a second cup before grabbing a third and making her way to the wall. She stood watching everyone, too shy and embarrassed to move far from the drywall holding her up. 
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 8:11 am
 Connor / ArtisanCostume: Location: Halloween party
With: Farren and Chuck, party guests Connor held up his normal hand in polite refusal of the offered drink. “Best I dunna do that. The las’ thing I need is to get a little tipsy, and literally fuse somebody’s mouth shut.” He smiled through it to show he wasn’t upset at all and didn’t mean to upset his roomie. Just something he wasn’t ready to deal with today. What he didn’t know was the punch he had several cups worth was spiked- and he was just starting to relax and feel the effects. That said, he did notice the sudden shift in Chuck’s features. He saw something that was getting under his skin. That wasn’t the easiest thing to do unless you were trying to do it. It piqued Connor’s curiosity, but out of respect and the attempt to have a good time here, he didn’t press. Farren wasn’t overly familiar with the source material, so Connor was glad he kept it short and sweet. No use in boring somebody else’s date! Chuck chose to answer the question of her costume, complete with a flirt. Something about being under his bed. The Irishman couldn’t help but smile and nod with a comeback. “I hear bein’ on the bed is far more comfortable- just leave me a sock on the door or something ifn ya don’t want me showing ya up.” He winked at Farren, again implying that with only a few minutes he could be more well-endowed than Chuck could ever hope to live up to. A playful jab, but it did also include a fair reminder that if they don’t want an audience . . . or extra participant, leave a sign to veer off. Connor tried to be easygoing, but there were times that you didn’t want company. If he ever was to expect that kind of respect from his roommate, he had to give it as well. Even so, Connor did not capitalize on Farren’s supporting comment. He didn’t know her well enough to tease her that way. His roommate could be teased, but best not to make assumptions about a pretty woman in this place. Vindictiveness among mutant teens could be just shy of murder. Naturally, he was asked about his luck with finding a date. The infectious smile was back again as he blew off the seriousness of the question. “Oh, ya know, big hands and all that- I’m having to wave em off with a stick!” Connor laughed a little, but didn’t elaborate. Anybody could tell he had no date, and a slight hint of redness on his face could hint at either the punch starting to get to him, or a little embarrassment at being solo. Like any teen boy, he would adore a loving counterpart on his arm- either of them. He was gregarious and outgoing to make people laugh and feel better, but completely inept with the dating scene. Even here, with a literal captive audience that wouldn’t mind his abilities, he found it awkward trying to do more than just make people smile. “Maybe the getup is scaring them off, but undoing it will take so long that the party will be over before I can come back. Ah well, might as well enjoy the night, right?” In his mind, he was a little envious of Chuck’s good looks and charm. Last he checked, Farren wasn’t a face he saw regularly. Living in the same room as the Hawaiian gave him insight into his dating practices. That meant he got a hold of her while he was here. That kind of swagger was not easy to ignore. It wasn’t strong enough to resent his roommate, though. In truth, Connor was quite fond of him. This was just the kind of social situation that proved how different the two young men were. One was doing his all and trying to be a life of the party. The other was just being himself and had a new(ish) lady on his arm.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 1:14 pm
 Ix SEE x YOUR x FANTASIESxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWANTxTO x MAKE x THEM x A x REALITY, x BABY?
Ix SEE x YOUR x FANTASIESxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWANTxTO x MAKE x THEM x A x REALITY, x BABY?
 XXXXLocation: Foster's Home for Mutant Freaks
XXXXXXCurrently: Halloween Party
XXXXXXXXWith: Mutant Freaks
Dominic looked around to see the myriad of faces and masks playing around in the festive night lights. He didn't really know many of these people personally and that was fine with him. He wasn't antisocial, but none of them really went out of their way to make friends with him and he didn't go out of his way to make friends with them. It suited him that way, honestly. He was used to pandering to a crowd of strangers. Having them be anything more than strangers felt odd. He leaned against something solid, watching them mingle about. He could pick out the loud ones a mile away like anyone could. They seemed more inclined to make themselves the center of attention. He chuckled inwardly at the thought of it. He was used to being in the limelight and now that he wasn't, it felt even more odd.
As he continued scanning, his eyes hit upon something that piqued his interest. He would know that form anywhere -- at least the outfit. His eyes scanned her visage entirely. Yes, it was something very familiar to him. Often showgirls and assistants would wear something akin to the stage magician's outfit -- something that showed off an incredible amount of leg and hugged the hips. She was even wearing a coat and hat. He chuckled to himself. He couldn't leave the old life behind. It would be something like that that he would pick out of a crowd. He ignored all the ghouls and goblins and vampires and honed in on the petite young woman in fishnet stockings. In spite of not feeling so before, he know felt entirely under-dressed.
Nevertheless, Dominic found the cue he needed to wade into the shallows that was mixing with his freakish peers. As he moved, he brushed past several of them, excusing himself. As he honed in on the black shape that was her back, he felt like this was some kind of game where people just kept getting in his way and he wasn't doing very well to avoid them. As his temper began to rise, a flurry of energy filled his gut and he almost tipped over the edge but caught himself just in time. His powers weren't anything physical, but there was always a sensation each time he used them. Depending on the extravagance, it was anything between a light tickle to nearly orgasmic.
He shook his head and cleared his vision, steadied his mind. Like the fling of a rapier whistling through the wind as the air pushed against the blade, he focused. His lips automatically curled into a subtle smile. Nothing too threatening but nothing that would indicate a grimace or lack of being noticeable. He walked up next to her and grasped the ladle in the punch bowl before filling up a cup.
"Nice costume," he said softly but intently. His tone was sharp enough to make it known that it was intended for her, even over the cacophonous roar of music and voices behind them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 5:07 pm
Location: Halloween Party - Refreshments table- With: Kerrigan  Even if at the moment Quin was simply being a wall flower he was enjoying himself. It was simply nice to be back at the mansion, his home for the last several years. Never you mind the constant travel away from the school to go and talk with potential new additions to this lovely gaggle of mutants. He popped another of the assumed sausage balls into his mouth as he looked over the room some more from his perch currently near the refreshments. It seemed the incedent between the spider demon queen and the wanna be Eastwood was already over. And didn't come to a more violent conclusion then it had the outsiders perspective it could of. But then again the party was just starting and even her it should go on for a bit before any fights breaking out. Till at least more got themselves good and sloshed via spiked punch likely. As he had been looking around his eyes spied Blake and another walking through the door. As the head of recruitment was in costume he likely had been to his room and gotten the file. But it was a party and buisness can be ignored till a later date. He had also spotted James and Aurilie enter in their perspective costumes. Maybe it was time to go a mingle in the crowd a bit and stop being all anti social, now that his need for food and drink had been some what met. But as that thought entered his mind a voice pulled him from his musings. Quintin turned to the source of the voice and found himself looking upon a familiar red head. “The sausage ball like things are pretty tasty.” He said before taking a sip from his drink. “How are things Red?” The Irish mutant said. Then momentarily walked back over to the punch bowls to refill his drink and got some from the other punch bowl this time. Moving back over to Kerri as he took a sip from this drink listening to her response and made a face. Mainly cause he was expecting the sweet drink he had earlier. Instead this one tasted like it was a mix of different alcohols with little of anything none alcoholic in it. “Well one of the punches is certainly been spiked.” He still wasn't sure on the other bowl of punch but this one unlike the other was not meant to taste good. It's purpose was only for one thing to get everyone drunk. ((OOC: Sorry if I missed anyone. Just let me know and things can be corrected.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 6:41 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Party
Thoughts: Let the good times roll...Gabe’s mind went to other places as fear overtook him. Of all the things that Gabe could’ve done when he walked in, it was lose his balance and bump into another partygoer. Of course, his initial thoughts of “Oh what a happy accident! She’s cute!” were quickly replaced with a confusing cocktail of abject horror and arousal when she turned around. Of course, the theme of attractiveness was still there, however the theme of her costume was horrifying spider-queen. Of course that seemed to be her goal, seduction being her web that caught little flies like this blonde idiot. He continued to stammer as he tried to recollect himself, and clearly she took some form of pity on him, apologizing for scaring him. “Oh… no. Don’t apologize! You certainly did the job!” he took in the actual work of the costume, remarking on her DIY approach, “Oh yeah, seriously nicely…” he stopped for a moment as Alice did a spin for him “... done.”Alice soon drew closer to him and his brain began to go haywire. Things started go fuzzy in Gabe’s vision, he could hear his heartbeat inside his head, everything was moving slow. He saw her hand move towards the grip of his firearm. For a second things turned black, and then… Things became clear again, only this time Gabriel had a glint in his eye that wasn’t quite there before. When she asked him if the gun was loaded, he responded, his voice just a little deeper, “Always.” he leaned in close, and spoke into her ear “Maybe later you can pull it out and… give it a shot or two?” he drew back and gave her a knowing wink, small smirk on his face. When Alice suggested he owed her a dance for acting like a fool earlier he answered back as she left, “Looking forward to it.” as she left he quickly grabbed the gun from the holster and spun it around his finger before slide it back in place. He clipped the weapon holster in place safety first he thought to himself as he made his way to the refreshment table. He poured himself a drink of punch, and downed it instantly. Even if there was alcohol in it, which he couldn’t taste, there was no way he could actually get drunk off it anyway. His body processed the stuff much more efficiently than he could ingest it. So he grabbed another glass and downed it. He smiled at the other partygoers (Quitin and Kerrigan), “How are we doing tonight?”Regardless, he had a good feeling about tonight. That’s right, Gabriel was looking to be the life of the party. OOC: Let me know if there are problems!
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