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Jesus, piss like a race-horse

Whilst the gorilla suit had no wasitband to impede Oz's rotund stomach, it had no easy eay of relieving him self either. He literally had to strip off just to take a leak behind some bushes. He felt pretty awful about just abandoning Sayuri so abruptly, but when you have to go, you have to go.

After his impromptu bathroom break, he stepped back inside the tent, just zipping up his costume once more, gorilla head held in hands. That was when Miller stumbled past him, bleeding.

"What...the?" he muttered under his breath, wondering what he'd missed.

Inside, there a few new faces that he must of missed whilst in the bushes, namely a rather fetching white...thing. Had a sort of Moulin Rouge costume one. And - surprise surprise - a double costume. Oz spotted the table where Miller had struggled to get back up, and suspected a drunken argument. But the white lady didn't look drunk.

He needed to know what had happened. He didn't want to make the same mistake himself. So he summoned the courage to approach someone he hadn't met yet.

"Pardon me Miss, can I ask what happened? I just saw a poor fella leaving with an injury," he asked Nita. Very nice Maid Marian costume, looked just like the cartoon.

Jamal chuckled some as the bottle shattered noisily and leaned forward on the table, ears once again tracing patterns beneath the sheet, more or less staring Gallen, Nita, Oz, and Richard's direction. God damn, who WHERE those people?

Thom had found that as long as he stayed near the tent, the labs didn't zap him. It wasn't that difficult. He had wandered around outside for a while, getting used to walking with the cane and gradually draining the bottle of vodka. Nastiest tasting stuff in the world, but by the time he was about half way through, he couldn't have cared less. Alcohol was alcohol, and it was quite tastey, and whoops he tripped and--damn, there went the rest.

He gave the puddle of vodka a long, sad stare, then dropped the bottle on the ground and meandered his way back into the tent to get another. He didn't really pay attention to anyone, set on his destination of the alcohol table, nor did he bother with any attempts to conceal his identity. Dress? What dress? Since when was he wearing a dress? ...Since when did it matter? Snickering under his breath, Thom paused at the table near a bloodied sheet-ghost and plucked a bottle from the assortment, taking only a moment to peer at the label before popping the top and taking a long drink. Good stuff.

Richard nodded at Nita and then heard the bottle crash. He turned, and saw the "ghost" that had been sneaking around the corners of the party all night. He looked at bits of glass on the floor. Was that a rum bottle? Who ever the ghost was he was most likely drunk off his a**.

"Hey, he said to the man as he walked past, "Be careful with that. Not everyone is wearing shoes." He wondered if there was broom and a dustpan anywhere." He would have told the ghost to clean up his mess but that would probably only make things worse.

He started to continue back to the drinks table.

Aislinn had heard something about a party. And seen the messages posted and all that jazz. And of course, any party was worth going to at least for a while. Besides, she -did- have a Halloween costume she'd brought with her to wear around the hospital since the holiday was coming up.

She was decked in blue and rainbows, and had even bothered decorating her cane and braces with rainbow ribbon so that they matched the theme, though they were still out of character.

The tent opened, and she found herself in the midst of...a freak show. That was the only way to describe it. People who may have been people or may have been animals in costumes were all shuffling about, and she couldn't help the temporary overload her brain seemed to catch.

None of them looked particularly familiar either. Where were Sayuri and Kim and Liamh and Tristan? She'd never have imagined there were quite so -many- people here.

Another long sip, and Jamal's words drifted into Thom's thoughts. It was another beat or three before the words registered, and another still before Thom was able to locate their source, at which point he laughed, pulling off his hat so there would be no further confusion and discarding it on the drink table. "S'a rather terrifyin' thought, 'cha'know, me passin' fer'a girl. Bleedin' dress fits entirely too well. Duvert must've planned f'rit, aye, 'oped! Ruin whatever ruddy reputa...tation I 'ave left, I 'spect."

Jamal continued to stare at Thom until the hat was removed, and then his face squinched into a look of surprise and almost a wince. Good thing it was hidden beneath the veil of the sheet. "Why da ******** ya dressed like a girl if ya don't wanna be? They put a gun ta ya head o' sumthin'?"

And then suddenly he was being interrupted again, also by someone he didn't know. Jamal growled, the tiger feeling more and more leery about this whole social scene.

"I ain't ********' cleanin' it up," he hissed unsure who the comment of cleaning was directed at. Jamal narrowed and leveled his icey hued stare on the other stranger who was attempting to be polite. "It's ********' glass. Ya got betta' chances walkin' on it then dealin' wit' da ********' lab folk here. If ya scared 'bout some glass, jus' wait."