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Daylia’s eyes rolled of their own accord. "Mhmm, like his power would mutate to that of all things." The other woman was so paranoid. Not that D could really blame her. Felix had a habit of showing up where he wasn’t wanted sometimes. She denied that there was any hidden meaning behind her comments about the treat basket and who Gracie would share it with. It was truthful, the man was an a** and wouldn’t deserve anything Gracie brought to the party.

The whole thing was derailed as a handsome piece of eye candy joined them. It was inevitable really, all the flirtatious jokes, but what D hadn’t expected was Gracie's adamant way of trying to pawn him off on her. It was less than obvious. "Mhmm." She murmured as she rolled her eyes at Gracie’s ‘better than me’ comment.

With the addition of Gabe, their conversation drifted to how he knew them, or rather where he had seen them. At the mention of the jello wall, D couldn’t help but bring up the helpfulness of whipped cream to which Gracie added.. "Okay, was so not going to go there." She said with a laugh.

"And I certainly can’t feed myself, not unless it’s a cup of noodles or a quick sandwich." She sighed. Hopefully, if she ever got a significant other, they would have no qualms about feeding her.



------I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair------



"So you want to be approachable?" Daylia asked as they talked about Gracie’s costume being innocent. "Cause I’m pretty sure innocent would mean that to a lot of people." She added with a shrug. Of course, the minute Gracie pointed at something, those thoughts could pass quite quickly. It was something the hex witch agreed with while adding her cooking skills in. "Hah, that too. The threat of them constantly running to the bathroom to evacuate the food from either end should be enough of a deterrent." Of course the molecular manipulator was only kind of joking about that. Most of the time you couldn’t actually make it past putting any of the food into your mouth, let alone swallowing it.

Their conversation turned to the checks Gracie had been writing for the both of them earlier in the day, and while Darius was hot and all, she doubted she would be able to cash them, even if her bestie claimed she could. "God, you make me sound so easy." She said rolling her eyes. D was anything but easy considering that she tended to scare off just about any attention, even if it was intentional or not. "He is going to have to try a lot harder than he was earlier to even get close to that." There would be no way in hell she would make it easy for him, or for anyone.

"I know you have your vows and everything..." She began. "But uh, everyone has their needs. Plus you’re basically divorced already, it’s not your fault he won't sign the papers." She said. She hated the restrictions that her bestie put on herself, all because of some crazy man. She gave a laugh as Gracie mentioned the professor and the people he tended to bring to the school. "Yeah, well, you won’t hear me complaining. It's nice to have things to look at." She said, stressing the word look to try and get it across to Gracie that that was all she intended to do for now.

Gracie handed over a filled shot glass to D who took it up gladly, even if it did taste horrible, especially the first one. Gracie agreed before quickly passing her another one. "Oh God." She paused for only a moment before downing the shot the like the first. "Oh man." She said as her neck jerked slightly before making a blah noise. "Still bad."

She admired her handy work in the mirror, asking what her roomie thought. She beamed with the compliment as Gracie blended a little of the makeup she had missed. A knock sounded at their door. Quickly she devised a plan and let Gracie in on it. If she could get him, it would be good. However, one comment seemed to stick with her partner in crime more than anything else. "Eh I don’t know about that. I remember though, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk." She partly accused before putting her plan into action.

The minute the boy jumped Daylia began to laugh. Hard. She threw her head back as she leaned into the wall behind her for support, both from the laughter and the dizziness that the use of her power left her with. She missed when the man had grabbed Gracie, but from the other woman's words, she could tell where his hand had landed. "Only six months?" Daylia asked between fits of laughter. She would have imagined it would have been a lot longer. Darius was not sorry about the accidental contact, not one bit. "Afterparty." Daylia repeated as she wiggled her concealed brows at her friend.

Daylia couldn’t help but ask how his face had looked. That was usually one of the best parts, and part of her sad saddened that they hadn’t caught the whole thing on camera. Of course, if they had, it would have been uploaded to Youtube and circulated around the school like wildfire. He seemed to have caught a break there at least.

"Yeah, if you hadn’t fallen, maybe you would have actually been able to do something if I were a true threat." She added to Gracie’s comment. She giggled again as he told them to get it out of their systems, admitting they had gotten him. "Nope, not at all." She said with a shake of her head. Once they saw someone in such a light, it would never be forgotten. Her blue-gray orbs looked to Gracie as she shrugged. "Looks like he might know a bit about us after all." That statement almost seemed to be confirmed when he mentioned them being a good team.

Daylia rolled her eyes, a smile still on her face as Gracie asked where their treat was. It was almost amazing that the guy hadn’t simply answered that it was standing right in front of them. Maybe that line was just a little too easy though. Instead, he chose to call Gracie wild, earning a nod from the molecular manipulator as she pushed herself off the wall. Daylia stumbled slightly, still not having recovered from the dizzy spell her power had caused. She shook her head and waved off the support Darius offered. "Yeah, no I’m good. It just using my power like that tends to make me a little dizzy and wobbly." She admitted. Of course the alcohol she added beforehand didn’t help much either. "I’ll be fine once I sit for a minute." She said as she found her way to her bed and plopped down.

Gracie introduced their new friend to some of their older friends, earning yet another giggle. Gracie was quick to pass out another round of shots, ones that D would chase with some water. Booze was great and everything, but it was not quite as thirst quenching as water, and right now she felt parched. As Darius mentioned an after party, D couldn’t help her retort. "Prepared, presumptuous, pretty much the same thing I guess." She said with a half shrug. "Right, very hospitable. Guess we’ll see where the end of the night leaves us." She said with a wink.

Daylia shook her head as she grinned towards Gracie. "Yeah, what's worse, a little bit of underage drinking? Or possibly being turned into a frog? Or a panda? Or having a missing a limb? You know, whatever your power would decide to do to them." More laughter rang out. "Girl, they’re always golden to me."

Gracie seemed to be just as unsure as Daylia if the guy could actually keep up with them. "Mhmm." She said in agreement. "We’ll get it figured out before the night is over with."

This was not the first time the pair had been labeled trouble, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. She nodded along with Gracie, finding nothing to be deniable from what she said. The cheered more shots, and even Darius gave a small toast before they decided to head off and meet, or at least see some of the other newcomers.


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The party seemed to be getting into full swing by the time the trio made their appearance. She took in the costumes and the atmosphere. Some were interesting, some borning, some slutty, and there were even some people not dressed up at all. "Oh ew, what the hell is that thing?" She asked as she pointed out Connor. "Can we avoid that thing please?" She asked as she waved her hand in a zigzag motion towards him. It wasn’t that the costume wasn’t good, it just didn’t look… Right.

She gave a slight sigh with Gracie’s question. "I don’t know, its kinda hard to tell with everyone in costume." Maybe trying to scope them out in this kind of atmosphere wasn’t the best idea after all.

A grin crossed her face as Gracie claimed to be trying to stack up the other newbies in comparison to their new friend. Darius seemed to encourage their perusing, seemingly not being afraid of being replaced. "Oh! That one’s not bad." She said pointing to a man sporting a Flash costume. "And he looked like he might be wearing spandex." She added, craning her neck to try and see his butt. "Wait, do we already know him?" She asked, taking another look at his face.

Gracie opened her basket, offering Darius a snack from inside. Of course the woman handed one to D without question. "Oh you know my so well." She said grinning from ear to ear as she took the finger sandwich. She gobbled it up fairly quickly. "You’re so good to me."

Her eyes found Darius once again. "Is it a bad thing that we don’t hold back?" She inquired before going back to scouting. She gave the man a shrug with his question. "Um, that one" She said, pointing out Blake, "is a recuiter for the school I believe." She chewed her lip for a moment before her eyes found the guy dressed as Harry Potter. "That’s Randal, he’s a stoner and grows his own weed." She pointed towards him then to one of the guys next to him. "That is Cameron, he’s got a daughter whom I’m sure is with the other kids trick-or-treating."

She stopped, unsure of how much information she would be able to recall about any of the others she knew, and weather or not Darius would actually be able to store it. She shrugged. "Anything I can tell you about anyone wouldn’t be all that interesting, or important." She admitted.

She sighed before moving around so she could lay her head on Gracie’s shoulder. "I’m already bored and want more booze." She pouted. At this point, she wasn’t sure what else to do. There was music, but she wasn’t exactly in the mood to dance. There was an apple bobbing station, but there was no way she was going to dip her face into that and ruin all her hard work.

With another sigh she called on her power again. Color spread over her like ink on paper until she was one with her background, completely unable to be detected by the human, or even inhuman, eye. The weight of her head still stayed on Gracie’s shoulder. "I could go scare someone else." She said. "Maybe make Darius not feel so alone for having gotten got."



Location:❀Halloween party
With:❀Gracie, Darius
Thoughts:❀Meh

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XXXXWhere: Halloween Party City, baby
XXXXXXWhat: Buzzing pretty hard, fetching snacks, socializing
XXXXXXXXWho: Farren, Connor.
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Chuck was distracted, that was for sure. But the booze in hand helped to alleviate any pesky afterthoughts and second guesses that might creep in on his mind. He'd come with Alice, he'd had a crush on Alice, Alice was his best friend, and seeing her with ol' Clint Eastwood a few moments ago told him all he needed to know about whether there was anything to be had between the two of them. It wasn't the first time he'd been friend-zoned and clearly, it wouldn't be the last. Despite the sinking pit feeling in his chest, the Hawaiian took to fill that void with music, booze, and company, which were all in ample supply tonight.

"Maybe that old adage is working against ya, brother" Chuck responded to Connor's suggestion that his big hand was scaring the ladies off with a chuckle, "not every lady can handle a sea monster!" the visual was a bit horrifying but Chuck couldn't help but laugh playfully. But with Connor's declaration of enjoying the night, Chuck beamed an honest grin, raising his bottle high.

"Aye! To one hell of a night, eh?" He toasted before tossing another sip of his booze. However the instant the harsh whiskey hit his tongue, Chuck realized that his high tolerance for alcohol was nearing its limit and he best slow down. He preferred not to be carried out on a stretcher too early in the night. With that thought, he capped the bottle and set it down on the refreshment table closeby, and reached for a snack, taking another handful of the popcorn treats and tossing a couple into his gullet once more, giving Farren a playful wink.

"Whoah whoah whoah! I am a respectable fellow, you cant just jump right into bed with me missy" Chuck mused in response to hers and Connor's suggestion that on the bed might be better than under it. "You have to put in the time! I am a prize to be won!" his sarcasm was thick and his voice was loud despite the chuckling between statements, amused at his own comment. Chuck allowed his arm to slip free from Farren's shoulder as he eased back a bit, feigning a serious expression and looking to Connor.

"Jesus, all women want the same thing..." He mocked, shaking his head in disapproval before cracking a grin back at Farren, smiling playfully. Finally, the mutant relaxed a bit and popped a few more popcorn into his mouth, chewing conservatively before a change of subject was warranted.

"So Connor and I know what we can do, but what about you Farren, what's your superpower?" Chuck asked as if the reason they were all at the academy was as casual a topic as the weather. The way Chuck saw it, they were all there to embrace their abilities and hone their control over them, why couldn't they talk about it? Sure Alice and a few others had a few bad experiences because of their gifts, but Chuck embraced his and encouraged his peers to do the same.

"How about a little show and tell, eh?"


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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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Absanthe

Ruined Horizon

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Location: James' Room


Ignoring any sort of butterfly fingers that erupted from James calling her pretty, she couldn’t quite hide the warmth that the commentary rendered in her expression. “Any time I look in a mirror, it’s the same reflection peering back at me, so it’s just a face to me.” She said with a shrug, wondering if that alone would rob her parents of their breath. A mirror was for the man of the house; women weren’t permitted to use it, as they weren’t to be concerned with their appearances. In her vanity, she often sought a looking glass to paint on her makeup. That alone might have set them steaming.

At least she wasn’t alone in her embarrassment when they started inspecting the costumes Anna had sent her. James too appeared as though he could disappear into a hole in the floor. He mentioned surprise that anyone would wear the ensembles outside the bedroom, and a wry smirk pulled at her lips. “Didn’t know your ex girlfriend was into that sort of play.” She teased lightly, unable to keep herself from wondering now.

He remarked that he might not be able to make it to the party, and a pout took over her countenance as she assured him that she wouldn’t make him the laughing stock of the campus by wearing one of these… outfits while hanging around him. He insisted otherwise, but that garnered a bit of confusion then. Why else would he avoid the party? “It’s okay, James.” She said, putting a hand on his arm to placate his nerves. “You can be honest here, with zero judgments on my part. I’d be mortified were I you while I trounced around in one of these.”

It wasn’t long after her initial screech of surprise that the tall man who’d passed by invited himself in. He seemed to have an easy going personality, bringing levity to what was otherwise a horrendous situation. Anna was clearly attempting to make her a neon flashing sign saying she was available and ripe for the taking. At the idea of a costume party, she blanched, and thankfully Quintin popped in as a distraction, looking for James’ roommate, Blake.

After introducing herself to the two men and making plans to meet with her fellow telekinetic later, she left the three of them to talk, hoping against hope that she could make something out of her closet work for a Halloween costume. Roland said something about wearing bells, and her laughter took hold of her expression. “Hopefully that doesn’t mean you’re planning on attending as a church or something.”

“You’ll look perfect...ly fine in whatever you wear.” James stammered out just as she headed for the door. Pursing her lips, cerulean eyes took him in for a second, trying to determine his hesitation. What word had he intended to say after? Perfectly ridiculous? Deciding not to dwell on it, she waved adieu and set off on her own adventure.

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The Party
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While unfortunate, most of the theatrical troupe’s costume supplies had been raided. All that was left of a full costume was a gladiator thing. And while she had left a quick apology pinned to the bag that there wasn’t more to the costume, she was certain he could pull it off. She had even been prepared to contour his chest and stomach with some makeup if necessary, but when she peered into his room, she was surprised to see that there was really no need. Who’d have thought?

“Oh trust me. Women like abs.” She bobbed her head assuringly, missing any shock that he might have felt at her own costume. “They won’t mind the extra display.”

“And this is seriously the best you could find for me? It practically covers less than what you had been sent.”

Laughter seeped out of her at his query and she shrugged apologetically. “Not even a single stethoscope for you to go as a doctor.” She While your chest might be bare, I doubt that any of the costumes Anna sent me covered more.” She countered, shuddering at the thought of donning those. “Yours at least leaves something to imagination.” Hers hadn’t.

Her arm locked into his comfortably, and she tugged him out of his room, declaring this her first ever school party. “Well, back in Elkhart, school wasn’t a huge priority, and therefore they didn’t do holiday festivities… and then when I got into Julliard, I was too focused on training to really venture out.” She explained, ice in the pit of her stomach when she thought of what she had just so recently lost. “I guess it’s good luck that I got here just a few days before so I could crash this one, kinda like that Quintin guy.”

Glancing about, the music had more bass than treble and the speakers seemed to pulse with each beat. The decorations were more spooky than cutesie, especially with the dimly lit scene. Whoever had set this whole thing up had even gone so far as to supply a fog machine, flashing lights, and lots of refreshments - where most people were gathered around one table or another. The dance floor had some people busting a move. Engrossed and slightly overwhelmed, Aurelie nearly missed her roommate bouncing up to them.

"Good evening, Aurelie, you're looking lovely tonight."

Peering over at her fellow blond, surprise overtook her features. While they had only been roomies for a handful of days, she got the impression that Juniper Morgan was the furthest thing from pious as possible. “June, wow! I thought I saw a plague doctor’s mask on your bed. Though I have to say, the habit doesn’t look bad.”

James called the woman’s costume ironic, and the telekinetic had to agree with the sentiment. “That’s what halloween is for though, right?” Rounding her oceanic gaze back on June, a smile touched her lips. “Or at least, I hope. Please tell me you didn’t find religion this afternoon while I was gone.” Though her roots were bound to it, she had distanced herself from that school of thought long ago.

"You won't believe how much these pockets can hold. I brought tons of goodies."

“Should I say trick or treat?” She asked, tilting her head as a puckish expression took form. Using her telekinesis, she poured three glasses of punch from the bowl furthest from where June had come and had them float in the air towards them. Grabbing one from out of the air, she placed them level with her company. “I guess that’s a trick.” Craning to see June’s pockets, she couldn’t stop herself from asking. “What kind of treats do you have? Another sucker?”

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“No… I just didn’t want my costume to advertise that I’m in the middle of a dry spell, and I need someone to take care of it.” She corrected matter-of-factly. Citing that she’d just scare off anyone who got too close with a promise of a home-cooked meal, the two of them shared a laugh. “Hopefully. I think our culinary skills have become something of a legend around here.”

Daylia mentioned Gracie writing checks that D couldn’t cash in regards to Darius, and she shook her head at her bestie’s assessment. “No… you have willpower. That’s why I send them to you because if they focus on me at all, I’m prone to making bad decisions.” Beaming over at her friend, she felt like this made the most sense. “But I’m just saying… if it suits your fancy to you know… check out under the hood… No judgments here.”

Not for the first time that day, she called their new acquaintance yummy, all but encouraging Daylia to let herself live a little. At the mention of the new students, she pretended to fan herself, stating that her celibacy vow would die a quick death if they all were built like brick shithouses. “Needs can be filled through other venues. Without involving someone else and wind up in a similar situation I already have myself in.” She insisted, pouting when D brought up her divorce. “Won’t sign the papers… convinces the judge to drop the case entirely… We’re back at square one, by the way. Again.” Hazel eyes rolled in correlation with an exacerbated sigh. What she needed was to find a judge with telepathic immunity. Until then, she got to remain hitched to a psychopath.

Rooting out some alcohol, she shot back her first dose, furious as she thought of her marital status. If that wasn’t a reason to drink, she didn’t know what would qualify. D matched her drink with one of her own, and Gracie immediately poured them a second round. Both girls’ eyes watered, and her best friend exclaimed her misery. “Oh god. Still very bad.” Not willing to slow down, she dipped her head back with another, and coughed. Why did all the high alcohol content liquor have to taste the way rubbing alcohol smelled?

Darius’ knuckles rapped on the door, and the molecular manipulator quickly came up with a devious plan. “Of course I’m trying to get you drunk.” She stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I can’t be drunk alone. That’d make me an alcoholic.”

Her roomie disappeared through the wall, and Gracie swung open the door for their “date” to come in. Her surprise attack was right on time, and he stumbled in shock, his hand stretched out as though he were intending on protecting her from whatever threat stood behind him. That might have been all well and good, if his hand hadn’t brushed the seam at her chest. Uttering a quick line about not getting “the girls” excited about the first action they’d seen in six months, Darius slid her a wink.

Daylia managed to blurt out her own question about the whole scenario between guffaws. “Might be seven now. Who’s counting?” The Georgia native mused, her accent as sweet as a peach, even as her laughter continued.

“Priorities.” She said, nodding once at Darius promise, not actually intending to keep him to his word - even if Daylia honed in on it, repeating the time frame with a dance of her eyebrows. Shooting a glower at her friend, she waited until Darius wasn’t looking to sign that she fully intended on steering him in her friend’s direction.

Complimenting his mommy arm, the wolfish girl added to it. “It’s equally effective in cars. Totally keeps their kids from shooting through the windshield.”

He ventured to guess that they’d never let him live this moment down, and D all but confirmed it for him. Nope. This one was going on the books for the dynamic duo. She asked where their treat was, not missing Daylia’s eye roll. Thankfully, the pharaoh seemed to realize that she’d intended for it to be the alcohol underneath her bed, and not some line he might pass onto her. “Wildly intent on being drunk.” She uttered in response before introducing him to her good friend Jose.

Daylia still wobbled on her feet, and their new friend was quick to notice, offering her his arm to help keep her stable, though she waved off the need for it. “As Remus Lupin said, chocolate helps.” Reaching into her basket, she tossed the girl a Hershey’s bar as she plopped down on her bed. Not that she was sure it actually would help, but at least she tried.

Again, Darius mentioned plans for after the party, and D teased him for it, throwing in a wink that Gracie guessed would make him a little weak in the knees. “We suppose not. Better to be prepared than for someone to show up and you be a hot mess.” Passing out another round of shots, she matched his toast before downing the entire glass in one swallow.

He asked if someone would be watching the refreshments to make sure no one spiked the punch, and they both solemnly nodded. This said, the likelihood that certain people didn’t already mix some liquid fire into it was slim, especially given their student body. Shrugging, Gracie declared that anyone who intended to get in her way and stop her fun would be at the end of one of her pointing fingers, wiggling them about as she dubbed them gold. “You say that like they do more than just wreak havoc on our enemies.” She giggled, unable to keep from wondering about what her powers had in store for her next victim.


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“Deal.” Gracie confirmed at the weirdly shaped guy. Something about his costume just looked… unsettling. Like real flesh. “I prefer your makeup job, darlin’; the right amount of realism with chic.”

Scrutinizing everyone there, the hex witch voiced her thoughts aloud, asking which ones among them were new. “Just a bit. But we’ll give points for creativity that can be awarded later I guess.” Her stare kept landing back on Tall, Dark and Handsome next to them, using him as the standard with which everyone else would be judged. Darius encouraged it, stating that she should be “thorough” with her assessment, and leave no detail unnoticed. A smile warmed her countenance, and hazel eyes dipped to his feet and then slowly made their way back up to his face. “Turn.” She said, trying for a clinical tone, pretending like her mouth wasn’t already dry. “We need to check your a**ets.” Raising one eyebrow, she exchanged a wicked look with her bestie.

Motioning for him to turn back around, her lips curled upward in a kittenish fashion. “That’s good.” She uttered, still playing the role of an inspector. Following Daylia’s pointed finger with her gaze, Gracie narrowed her eyes as though it would help her see better. “Yeah. That’s Q.” She said appreciatively. The man was always easy to look at, but from behind, there was something extra to enjoy.

Offering Darius a snack, the brunette automatically handed her bestie a sandwich. “Only because you’re good to me.” She said, letting D steer their conversation, asking if it was bad that they didn’t hold back their opinions. “Too late if it is.” She mused with a chuckle, not the least bit apologetic.

Darius asked if he should know about anyone in particular, and D started making notes of all the attendees. She pouted after pointing out a few people, saying she wanted more booze. Happy to oblige, Gracie eyed the punch bowl, not missing the fact that June just emptied something into it. “I’ll be right back.” She said, happy to leave Darius and Daylia alone together for the moment.

She might have slid in a line about him not watching her walk away, but her cape would do enough to obscure that view anyway. Sauntering up to the punch, several people were huddled around. Her lips formed an innocent pout as she filled three cups. “Evening.” She greeted situating the cups so that she could balance the third one between the other two. Spinning back on her heels, she left them, not quite catching any of their conversations.

“Drink. And then we’ll scare people, if King Tut is up for it.”







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“You better not be planning on no mischief or you’ll have to lose my number. I tolerate it out of the normies and such, but with another follower of this holiday, I expect better.” She claimed to be waiting for the right moment and Felix shrugged. “Uh huh, you better not let your laziness get in the way… There is a time to be lazy, but it is not on this day. Well, not the whole day at least.”

June accused him of not having a clue as to what he was going as, and cited his obvious high standards before asking if he’d given her costume suggestion any thought. “I did actually, but I thought you’d decided on being the same old boring Plague Doctor thing.” Rolling his eyes as if the thought of the costume was just so typical of June. “I suppose we could do it if you really want to forego the expected. At least where you’re concerned… You in your scary, unsexy costumes...”

As they made it to the hallway at Kerri’s request, Felix was delighted on the inside to see someone had been soaked by his prank. As she proclaimed she just couldn’t Felix rolled his eyes. “You and every other white girl in the world.” She was really making this way too easy.

“How wouldn’t blue raspberry not make this whole situation better?” Felix questioned with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know about that, I’m sure someone somewhere gets their jollies off with kool aid showers.” With a shrug, he continued watching the redhead as she asked June to help her find a shower. Pointing out that he might not be aware of what showers were safe, it was a lie. “And again, not admitting guilt, but do you really think I would include June when she’s just as likely to turn on me if it suits her? I bring the court to Exhibit A.” He motioned to the three of them to indicate this entire situation.

Eventually dropping all pretenses and mentioning Carrieing someone at the party, June asked for more details and Kerri asked her not to encourage him. “You think she’s better than that?” Felix asked, feigning surprise for effect. At the mention of something to slow him down, June mentioned thinking of a few things. “Kinky.” He stated with a smirk, knowing very well the things June was thinking of were decidedly unkinky.

Blake complimented his pranking skills and Felix mentioned not giving out his whereabouts. “Right you are on that one at least.” Mentioning a clean shaved beastie, Blake was clearly shocked. “Now now, that would be telling. It’s something you have to see for yourself. It’s amazing what you can do with shaving cream and a razor when you have speed on your side and find a sleeping furry. There might have been some hot wax and a wax strip involved, though I definitely had to leave after that...” Which left the job unfinished, but c’est la vie.

June accused him of having a fetish for blood and Felix rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, because I’ve asked you to get bloodied up so often before we take a roll in the sheets. And really, the girl who can and does give people venereal diseases mentions something cleaner?” Kerri told him to fix it and Felix shrugged and sighed dramatically. “If only I could red, but alas, I cannot.”

June apparently thought she was winning. “And it’s cute you thought it was every a question.” Waving goodbye to her and the other two, an angry yelling caused him to smirk. “Whelp, gotta jet, see ya.” And with that he left.



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Spending most of the time setting things up around the school, when the time for the party rolled around, Felix didn’t take long to get ready. Donning his nun’s habit, Felix got dressed in a traditional nun’s outfit. It was an idea June had shot out to him, playing around with it. Two of the least religious people in the school dressing up as some of the most religious people just amused him.

Making his way to the party, he made sure to go around the party adding creepy little touches to the party. What looked like heads in jars, replaced the apples in the bobbing for apples area with onions, etc. Apparently Farren had decided to challenge him to seasoning the punch bowls. And apparently everyone and their mother had decided to make his punch bowl the one they spiked. Letting others drink from Farren’s, he walked past and with extreme speed and a bit of sleight of hand tipped a rather cheap bottle of vodka into it to kill the taste. Then added a kale smoothie for good measure. With that, he took to glancing around the party.

Finding Farren once at a safe distance, he shook the empty vodka bottle at her with a smirk before tossing it in the trash bin. His ears perked up at the sound of scaring newbies and Felix appeared next to Blake as if he’d been summoned. “Who are we scaring?” Looking to Alice, he smirked. “I see we are giving people fear/why boners tonight.” Eyes falling on Kerri, Felix rubbed his chin, ignoring the rest of the conversation Blake, Alice, and Gabe had going on. “Now… If I were to dump blue raspberry kool aid on Kerri… Yay or nay?” He asked to the three of them when suddenly he felt what had to be a cheese ball hit his nun’s habit.

“Scratch that, I think I have a new target, though if they could both be brought in together…” And then his eyes fell on June from a distance. “That’s not a priest costume…” Clearly there was some miscommunication somewhere. “Well, I guess I have to sexify up this costume after all… But seriously, who are we scaring?”

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Raine couldn't help but smile as Addi, ever the sweetheart, complimented her orange costume. Moving forward to help her friend pick the perfect nail polish to go with her mermaid costume, it was becoming readily apparent that her choice of costume came at the cost of limited mobility. Taking her friend's hands, she implored the beach bunny to give her honest opinion. It was quickly decided that she would go with the german beer girl instead of the adorable orange. She would find some other use for her paper mache orange costume.

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Raine was routinely thankful that she had found such a good friend and roommate in Addi. After deciding to change her costume, the hydromorph had been most helpful in getting her hair done and making sure that she looked party ready. Arm in arm, they girls made their way to the party, which was already underway when they walked into the room.

Almost immediately, the electrokinetic pointed out Caleb to her friend, knowing that she would want to know he was there. While Raine might not like how the ex-soldier made her friend feel from time to time, it was clear that he was important to her, and that meant that he was important to the firefly. Putting on a smile, she nodded as Addi said she should go say hi to him, offering to get them drinks in the meantime. Giving the girl a wink as she made sure her hair was in place, the friends parted ways as the electrokinetic made her way towards the refreshments table.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time so far, the brunette ducking between groups as she made her way towards the punch. Smiling at the other table patrons, she poured three glasses of punch, giving one of them a sniff to see if she could discern how much alcohol had been added. It honestly didn't smell too strongly, but she was sure something had been added to the punch. Not that it really mattered - she was sure they were going to have a great time no matter what.

Weaving her way back through the crowd with three drinks balanced in her hands, she smiled at the pair as she approached them glad to see that they seemed to be getting along.

"Hey, Caleb! Good to see you," she greeted him as she distributed the drinks between the three of them.

"I smelled the punch and it didn't seem strong, but I can't vouch for what may or may not have been added to the punch before we got here." Raising her cup towards the two of them she took a small drink, testing the waters before she decided to dive headfirst into the glass. Bringing the drink back down, she smiled towards the ex-soldier before motioning towards her friend's costume.

"So? She's kind of the perfect mermaid, right? We should have dressed you up as a prince or something. Oh, or King Triton! That would have been perfect. You'd look so good with a bushy gray beard!" Laughing at the mental image that flooded her mind's eye, she bopped up and down on her heels slightly to the time of the music as she took another swig from her drink. Once she was sure that her friend was comfortable, she would meander away and give them some time alone. She had an idea for someone else she'd like to find anyway.

xxxxxxxxxxLocation: Party/// Company: Marcel, Alex

August had to admit that he could easily feel the nerves rolling off of Marcel’s shoulders. He would have to do something about them later. Either liquor, or a massage if August had his way with it. Full body. Anyway, he turned his attention on the doctor they approached right off the bat. August was outgoing compared to his counterpart, though the dark skinned male was trying his best.

He sauntered up to the man in the plague doctor getup and joked about needing his help with his friend, leaving himself open for inspection as well. Without skipping too much of a beat, the masked man jokingly called out that Marcel was too late to save and the dark skinned male wrapped an arm around August’s waist. A well groomed brow arched before he slid his own arm around Marcel, pulling him close. “It’s a joke, darlin’. I promise that you’re very much alive.”

His voice was low, trying to comfort the dark skinned mutant. The “doctor” carried on, accusing August of being a vampire with the lack of energy from his companion. August laughed softly when asked if he had sucked the mutant dry, “Well, not yet, but the night is young.”

He didn’t know if the joke would go over their heads or not, or if under all that red paint and fake blood, Marcel would catch on and turn pink. Afterall, he had been showering the mutant with flirty compliments all night. Surely he would catch on eventually. The man patted Marcel on the arm, asking if he was alright. Marcel’s head lifted but he did not stray far, looking at the masked gentleman with a small sense of familiarity. He said a name, out loud and carefully.

It seemed that when he recognized the man, he started to relax a bit more. Someone he knew. It was a comfort thing, August understood that. He couldn’t get jealous, they met this afternoon officially and Marcel was already wrapping an arm around him. Alex suggested that he needed a drink, or several, and August couldn’t help but to agree more.

Marcel spoke up, not willing to share. It wasn’t really the right setting for sharing why he was so incredibly uncomfortable and out of his element. He claimed that he could easily become a whack job with a tinfoil hat, spouting on about aliens if he didn’t learn how to relax a bit.

He did, however, think that Marcel needed a drink, or as Alex had suggested, several. He felt the male slowly ease up from him. August caught his hand when it slid way, lacing their fingers together like a lifeline. He wasn’t gonna leave Marcel with anyone, no matter how familiar. There were too many people, too much could happen that could spook the mutant.

He moved with Marcel to the punchbowl, letting go only to let him get what he needed from the serving table. August filled his own cup between Marcel filling his, shaking his head with how quickly he had finished his drink and went in for seconds. August tasted the punch and smirked, shaking his head at the familiar warmth. “Pace yourself, darlin’. Don’t wanna see ya two sheets gone before the night is done.”



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XX【 】Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus
XX【 】Codename: Wraith
XX【 】Team Affiliation: n/a
XX【 】Location: Halloween Party
XX【 】With: August and Marcel
XX【 】Actions: Noting romantic possibilities for his roomie, got a drink and realized what was going to unfold
XX【 】Costume: Plague doctor

Wraith was all smiles as he saw Marcel’s reaction. At least at first. Wait- did he really not recognize his own roommate? He only nodded with a kind smile when he heard Marcel ask his name. Of course it was him. A quick look around the room would find many people celebrating the idea of being something spooky. However, the introvert seemed to be the only one that went truly ‘dark.’ It was a common thing. His name was Alexander, but he always corrected people. Just like he did now as he nodded his head with a gentle tone. “Wraith.” It was the name he chose, and that meant so much more to him than the moniker assigned to him at birth. That was his government name. The name he was burdened with from birth as if it held any meaning. No, upon arriving here and choosing a codename, that became what he wanted to be called at all times. He was Wraith because that was the most personal choice he could think of. How do you want to be seen? How do you want others to know you? What word do you want to be associated with the person you are and are destined to be? That should be a name of your own choosing- a name that at the very least is more descriptive than Kyle, Scott, or Alex. Something uncommon, something unique. Wraith was who he wanted to be, and whenever others asked his name or referred to him, that was what he said. And yet, he knew how delicate Marcel was. Scared and shy. The two seemed to get along well enough since Wraith was big on personal space and privacy, and Marcel was apparently big on not being forced into things. They had yet to really talk, but even the dour and borderline emo mutant wanted to reach out and comfort Marcel. Not out of pity, but sympathy and a want to make the hydrokinetic smile. It really was a charming smile when he used it. Still, he showed a hint of annoyance. Wraith wasn’t certain if it was at being duped by the costume, or just how stereotypical the costume was for him. Can’t have been too bad- Marcel didn’t recognize him until he spoke, and even then it took a moment. The costume can’t be that bad.

August tried to reassure Marcel that he was indeed alive, and Wraith picked up on a note of concern. August looked like a badass you don’t want to be on the bad side of- but it was nice to see him showing compassion. Wraith also did not miss the interaction between the two. It was cute. Marcel looked to August for strength and protection in a brief moment. August was quick to reassure and comfort. Perhaps something was developing there. Wraith only looked- no reactions, no hinting or winking. If there was something here, let it develop. He certainly didn’t want to interfere. Love is love, and he didn’t want to do a single thing to mess with it. Of course, it was only right to smirk at the comment August made. Wraith had hinted at just that, and it was good to see somebody else got the joke. It seemed like Marcel was the only one to not catch on yet, but that was fine. It was kinda cute. Marcel was trying to loosen up but still wasn’t ready to go into details as to what made him so nervous. If there was a time to push for details, a party was definitely not it. So, he let the matter drop. The only thing he said was “Tin foil is cheap and easy to get. Far better than what some fashionistas might suggest!” It was said with a soft laugh, one obviously not meant to ridicule Marcel. This was a party. A joke might help lighten the mood and he far preferred his housemates having a good time. To that end, Wraith offered a hand as if directing the pair to the drink table. He stepped in line to follow them. No use in turning his nose up at somebody that actively went to talk to him. However, he did notice the lingering touch. The laced fingers if only for a moment. Again, he said nothing- but made it a point to walk on the opposite side of August from Marcel. He was a third wheel for the moment, and it was a subtle way to say he was no threat.

Wraith picked up his own cup and waited for his two companions to go first. Once August and Marcel were sated for a moment, he got his own portion of the spiked beverage. Here he had to pace himself. He tended to drink quickly and in large quantities. Just something he did. However, if he did that he would end up drinking the entire bowl within the hour. So, he tried to be courteous and only took small sips. It tasted off, but not in a bad way. With no experience drinking anything stronger than soda, he had no idea that the odd taste was that of alcohol. Instead, it was an oddity. Looking around, he saw the same things again but with a new element. The party was full of people trying to have a good time, some tension here and there, but things seemed to be loosening up. Or was that him? Wraith was an oddity- lonely, but too introverted and shy to reach out often. Now he was hanging out with two others as if he was a part of the festivities instead of an onlooker. It was then that he heard August say something odd. Wraith looked to him curiously, though August was looking only at Marcel. He mouthed the words “two sheets to the wind” and suddenly realized what that interesting taste was . . . This party was going to get far more interesting! Still sipping his beverage, he remembered biology. The body can process one ‘drink’ of alcohol an hour. Any more than that, and you start to feel the effects. Thus he simply kept sipping with a slight smile. He would look like a participant when in fact he was ready and willing to evaluate every person here. Nothing like letting barriers down to see just who you really were with. “Ohhhh . . . but this is going to be fun.”

Hours ago, he would have been very wary of August. A rough and tumble person that seemed ready to snap your bones if you crossed him. Now? He was still scary at a glance. But he was courting somebody, proving he had a soft side. A person that you can relate to. Wraith wasn’t about to try and be BFFs with him, but it was enough to no longer be scared of him. Just respectful. Marcel? There was a concern. He was so nervous and hiding a lot. That was a familiar heartstring to pull, but August seemed to be interested in keeping him happier. The comment about pacing showed he wasn’t after the typical one thing. With a bodyguard like August, Marcel was one of the safest people here. Of that, he was completely certain.