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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 11:10 am
Crooner found hanging about like a wallflower wasn't doing him any good, so he shoved himself away from the wall and wandered over to the refreshment table. He removed his gloves before partaking in a frosted, pumpkin shaped sugar cookie. Couldn't have his costume getting dirty! He bit into its sugary sweetness and hummed in satisfaction. He looked at the phonies near his location; a large bird-phony and a very small ballerina.
They seemed to be having a conversation, though the little one looked nervous; though from the phony she was talking to, or the spooky atmosphere, he couldn't tell.
Crooner finished his cookie and went for a cup of punch, washing down the sugar with more sugar. He made a face, and wished that he had some gin instead.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 12:02 pm
He could feel the eyes on him, though goodness knows, it was hard to see anything through the flash of lights - or hear much, come to think of it. Rocky sauntered over to the food table, in part because he was hungry, and in part because... hello, the parrot was a looker and far be it from the draft to not compliment them...in his own backwards way. " Howdy pardner," he drawled at Jolly Roger's side, slowly turning his grey eyes towards him as though he was just surveying the options, " you look mighty hot, how would you like to be b--" The rest of his decidedly not kid friendly come-on was swallowed when his gaze turned to the parrot -- and immediately fell to the child. He may have had no shame but when it came to children...there were some rules, small as they may be. " ...brought some punch?" he finished with, smiling abruptly at the girl and tipping his had to her. " Well ain't you the cutest lil blueberry princess." Blue Eyed Melloon because you're in the vicinity, you poor soul
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 1:54 pm
 Caramelldansen scrambled into view, a huge grin plastered across her face as she used a hoof to sweep up the hood of her costume from her view. Her red eyes glanced about excitedly in hopes to spot a familiar figure among the crowd of costumed ponies. A slight frown crossed her lips as she failed to spot the white mare she was looking for. Was Paws not here yet? Had she beaten her sister to a gig for once?
Pssshh yeah right!
Paws was probably somewhere around here having a ton of fun without her. "Darn it Paws!" she cursed to herself albeit still smiling. She'd just have to make her way into the crowd to find the silly costume she had heard about and couldn't wait to see. But there was no harm in taking her time to admire all the other costumes either. Already so many great ones! A parrot, a cute little ballerina oh how precious! One winged robber and... oh heavens.... was that a totally swoonage bundle of high noon?!?!!!
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 2:27 pm
 Any excuse to wear a costume Paws would take. Unfortunately, the suddenness of the mansion's appearance left the mare with no time at all to sew up a design of her own. Frantically the white phony scoured the stores for a costume she hadn't yet worn to an event already and after hours of looking came home with this.
It was perfect. Never before had Paws dressed in a costume just as silly as this one. The giant plush horse head's eyes even googled when she walked and she was so excited to show it off at the party.
Happily the mare bounced around the mansion. From guest to guest, table to table. The top of her costume occasionally brushing against a chandelier or a portrait on the wall. She was hardly even paying attention to the music. Her frantic flailing probably interpreted as some bizarre dance moves by the rest of the guests, when in fact she happened to be on the hunt for her sister.
"CARAMELL!" She screamed, jumping again in order to try and see over the crowd.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 3:44 pm
A beast of a phony in quite the elaborate costume came up to the table, and Crooner took another drink of punch, listening in to the conversation. There was a shout from across the dance floor, louder than the music, but Crooner assumed it was a girl finding one of her friends and doing that scream thing that they do. He put investigating those individuals on the back burner for now.
When he heard the gunslinger's pick-up line get cut short by the presence of the little filly, Crooner giggle-snorted into his drink. The parrot was either going to curse having the kid around or thank his lucky stars she was there.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 6:45 pm
 While Afterparty Aftermath as super pumped hype excited for the party and nothing would ruin his day? Bubble star was just hyper actively trying to not jostle the face phony skulls on her shoulders. It was hard enough to be on land, but in costume? This was a challenge and she was determined to go. After all, spending the whole night by yourself was boring. Plus someone had to look after Afterparty because the colt was bound to want to clean and take care of people even before the party was over. Speaking of, as they arrived she was sure she saw him skipping off to go check the food table. Bubble Star however? "Hey, hey! Has anyone seen anything spooky yet or am I just in time?" She was going to start asking the important questions.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 8:17 pm
Oh boy it was Halloween again! He had missed out last year because he felt that it was too scary to go alone. But this time, he was able to dress up and attend an event INDOORS. Peanut liked the idea of being indoors more than outside in the dark and all.
He looked around to see if he could spot some familiar faces, but, with every phony being able to dress up in the way they wanted to, just like himself, he found it quite impossible to identify anyone. .. It was not like he knows a lot of phonies either.
Darting his gaze away from the big phony host dracula wanabe, he looked around the room. He sighed loudly but the music had drowned it out.
"W-well... I guess I could enjoy t-this party.. right?....." and forward he darted in his bright yellowy banana suit
(( OOC: sorry can't help it hahah ;D ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 11:23 pm
Jolly Roger didn’t know why she felt the need to ask about his costume. Was she mocking him? She seemed too sweet and innocent for that but looks could be deceiving, like a siren singing sailors to their death. “No. I didn’t,” he responded in a tone that clearly suggested she find something else to ask about. He did not need her to constantly remind him that he was wearing feathers and looked ridiculous. The room was beginning to fill up and he about the suggest that she find someone else to talk to, maybe someone not grumpy and preparing his grand exit, when the cowboy was suddenly at his side. His head swung around, fixing one scowling blue eye on the large and gaudy fellow, his beak slipping slightly as he struggled to process what had just been said. Eventually it sunk in and he responded with a haughty lift of his head and a tart, “I can get my own punch.” Because it hadn’t really sunk in at all. Then he continued to scowl, completely ignoring all the new arrivals.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 8:56 am
Out of Orbit was doing a terrible job of making Jolly Roger look Jolly! If anything, all she was doing was ruffling his feathers (pun intended). It was about that time that the maybe-cowboy approached and offered her bird-friend some punch. Which seemed to make Jolly Roger grow less Jolly yet again!
The cowboy complimented her, but for a moment or two the filly seemed to stare back almost vacantly, as she tried to process the fact the compliment was meant for her. Once she figured it out, she smiled shyly, but then spoke up.
"A-actually...I am not a princess. I don't have a tiara. I am a ballerina tonight."
There was a pause, then a slight murmur of "I wouldn't mind some punch though..."
The filly's ear flicked slightly as she could have swore she heard a Mer Phony ask about if anybody had seen anything spooky. Would Out of Orbit's encounter with the ghost under the snack table have counted? Was that ghost still there?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 11:52 am
Hook Slash entered. He wasn't sure if his current look was enough of a costume. He went to a corner he happened to be near the kitchen. All of a sudden something ran from the kitchen and slammed into him. It looked at him with big eyes. "I guess I can keep you." It Mewed an hopped onto his back. He was trying to get a drink when he was grabbed by a random pony and was dragged into the Karaoke room. She asked him to sing a song with her. "Sure..." He then had to sing a song called Monster. He only sung they words he knew and mumbled the rest. Once the song was done and she was looking for a new one; he ran. He got a drink and a snack. He had done a lot today....
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 12:37 pm
Caramell was distracted by the screeching of her name from a voice all too familiar. She turned her hooded head around just in time to see a large brown horse head bobbing above everyone else. A smirk crossed her lips as she knew that costume could only belong to one pony.
"PAWS! Over here!" she called out, moving her way through the crowed towards her sister. Once she got to the white and purple mare, Caramell stopped, her hood falling over her face. She giggled a sightless grin. "Oh my gosh! You really did it!" she laughed, using a costumed hoof to move her hood out of the way. "Only you could pull off something so silly so amazingly!" she about snorted, lovingly nudging her sister with an elbow before she heard the voice of someone else.
Turning towards the mare decorated in amazing skulls and seaweed, Caramell waved a 'clawed' hand. "Nope! You are just in time, no spoops yet!" she grinned before she was distracted yet again by a tiny yellow figure.
"Peanut!" she smiled, waving over her foal friend. "Over here, join me!" she called to her peanut now banana friend. "Nice costume." she laughed, reaching out to gently pat his peel hat with her big goofy costumed hoof.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 1:53 pm
This rent-a-phakie was phan-tastic! The operator already knew exactly how they would play with this little robot. A super-excitable youth who loves surprises. His name was Confetti Daze, and he wasn't about to come through the front door like everyone else. Oh no no no... then they would all know he was there and it would ruin the surprise. Spotting an open window on the side of the house, Daze slipped through the bushes and dragged himself through some hedges, getting even more mud and leaves stuck into his camo-costume. After some hopping and wriggling, he finally managed to get his hooves onto the windowsill all the while thinking, I'll slip in like a ninja... no one will see me until much much later... I'll surprise them when the surprise will be the surprisiest! With a heave of his front legs, the phakie launched himself up and over the edge of the window... perhaps a little over-zealously.... and perhaps he should have scouted what was on the other side... With a yelp, he found himself careening into the house and right into a bowl of punch. Landing with a splash, he blinked for a few moments in shock before seeing all the phonies standing in front of him.... "Oh... uh... well... SURPRISE!" Smooth, Confetti Daze... real smooth... ((I think you all are near the punch... XD Heh... ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 2:24 pm
" I believe you darlin', but so can I." Apparently, Rocky would not be deterred by the succinct response. " Anything to occupy your time a little more. That's what parties are for, hmm?" Intrigue lit his features, tossing his cigar back where it neatly fell into his holster (with a little help from his abilities -- but it wasn't like he hadn't done it a thousand times with his tools). " I don't mean t'ruffle your feathers, sweetheart." He paused, adding, " ...that's a lie. Maybe just a little." A few more choice flirty words were going to be shared, but the giggle-snort was not missed, acknowledged with a grin and an unapologetic shrug. Could he be blamed? To the little girl, he addressed her more warmly. " You can still be a princess, tiny dancer. You look the part." Rocky smiled at the little blue foal, dipping his head in acknowledgment to her soft words. " Punch for the pretty ballerina, comin' right up." Grey eyes flit to the impressive looking merphony, marveling at seeing her there -- and her pretty awesome costume. " Spooky? Not yet, but give it a few -- " That was as far as he got, spotting another small child shuffling in silhouette of a window. Rocky saw the child starting to catapult, barely having time to put one heavy hoof around the ballerina, heaving his cloak over his back to block the splash from her and the parrot. Grimacing at the punch that doused his cloak, he lifted the child out of the punch with his power, putting him safely (albeit wet) on the ground. " Hope no one else wants punch. I'll -- check 'n see if there's any water. Y'all be careful of dive-bombin' babbens." Wrinkling his nose, he made his way away from the group, trying not to shake out his cloak on anyone -- and definitely flitting his small tail against the parrot as he went to make good on finding some water.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 3:26 pm
Unfortunately for Out of Orbit, the chances of Jolly being even remotely jolly tonight were almost nil. It would take something serious to- wait, was that a Phony wearing a horse head? That looked... ridiculous. And the Mer was here, and well, he did have a soft spot for their kind. “I’m not here for the party,” Jolly Roger grumbled when faced by the cowboy’s smile and assurance. At this point, his feathers were indeed thoroughly ruffled and if he’d been a real parrot, they would have been fluffed up with his great displeasure. His gaze followed the passage of the cigar, one eye narrowed. “That’d better be fake, matey. There are kids here.” The last thing the pirate expected was someone to dive bomb the punch. But rather than be soaked, the draft was suddenly there taking the shot, covering up the lass as well. The little fillies costume remained unsullied and he couldn’t help the gratitude he felt towards that big annoying cowboy just for the single gesture. “Aye,” he nodded gratefully, if begrudgingly at the cowboy and then fixed one eye on the divebombing colt. “Watch yourself, lad.” Granted it was very good pirate behaviour but you couldn’t go ruining people's clothes. He felt the tail flick and he studiously ignored it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2016 3:58 pm
 Geode couldn't wait to party!! Cause girls just wanna have fun and her outfit really showed it. One of her idols from the 80s was none other than Cyndi Lauper and tonight was a great night to pull out all the stops. It had taken hours to dye all her hair the proper colors but it worked. She found the perfect red dress, got out her orange and brown eye shadow, and went to work! After a final floof of her hair she sauntered her way to the shindig! This was going to be so radical! Busting in as the bright wonder she was she practically danced and walked at the same time. "Lets get this party going! WOO!" she cried out as she went straight for the dance floor to shake her thang. The mass of hair actually did pretty well.
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