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((Junk Shack))

Natsuki beamed as Lazarus took a moment to flex his tribal pride, but jumped back when the spear shot up beside them! She paid zero attention to the other heat the raevan was packing. "Whoa! Careful with the spear, Love. I love barbecue, but I don't want to wind up as it, " Natsuki giggled putting on the accent think, and pressing up her shades. She resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks, and adverted her eyes away from the abs! It was unfair for a raevan to have a washboard stomach and from the looks of it, Lazzie didn't need to work out in the least. She cursed her genes requiring her to constant exercise to stay fit.

"I'm a treasure hunter from a far away place called England!" Natsuki continued, drawing her toy pistols from her two leg holsters, and giving a couple of cute poses with them, before returning them to her holsters. Taking up her cup again, she took a long sip of her fruit punch and smiled. "I'm hope we don't end up being rivals, Lazarus! I don't have fire burning in my blood. I'm only good at baking cakes!"

"Now, Kyoupi, if I ignore Lazarus, that means you'll get stuck with me. I know you're a busy man, so I'd hate to tie you up," Natsuki said, leaning on the counter beside Kyou. Though usually one to lay the innuendo on thickly, there was no hint of possible bondage at the mention of 'tying him up'. She'd much rather save that for another Doctor, should the opportunity present itself. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she gave Kyou a light squeeze. Could it be read as an offer for a shoulder massage? Certainly. Was there desirous intent by it? Not really. Natsuki merely wanted her stressed out boss to relax and enjoy the festivities. If he asked her to keep going, and work out any kinks, it would be almost inhumane for her not to say yes.

"You tried my baking at the summer festival, right? That's only a mere taste of my cooking skills, Doc. I'll bring you cake every day, but just don't complain if you get a little... bigger." Being the lady she is , Natsuki couldn't flat out say her baking was fattening, but some of the recipes she had, simply didn't have a "light" version. She stuck out her tongue playfully at him and wrinkled her nose playfully. "'Mama', it is then!" she concluded with a double thumbs up.

(( Junk Shack / Pools of Doom ))

"Oops! Sorry..." Lazarus blushed a little, embarassed at being carried away for a moment there just now. He's probably trying too hard to be in character. Retreating his spear he lowered it until the spear head was leveled to his eyes. "This is actually made of plastic, so don't worry about it hurting anyone." he nodded at Natsuki reassuringly.

"And don't worry Natsuki, you wouldn't have any rivals in this party." whether he means it in another way, only he knows. Then suddenly he noticed a newcomer just entering the party. His eyes lit up in excitement. "Cool character by the way, but I gotta leave you guys here for a bit." he didn't forgot his manners and complimented Natsuki before he started to make his way to the backyard area. This is what he's anticipating for the night, a chance to dunk Tsu!

Kyou subconsciously closed his eyes a little as Natsuki squeezed his shoulders. That certainly felt very nice. "Hahaha," he chuckled, "I don't mind being stuck if it's with you. You're quite a nice companion." he complimented as he plucked the cherry from his drink and popped it into his mouth. "Yeah I remember that dessert you made for the Summer festival, it was fantastic!" he was careful not to mention about the loss in the contest, because he knew everyone don't like being reminded of their defeats. "I wouldn't mind having some everyday, but like you said, I'm just afraid that I might gain some weight!" he laughed.

When Lazarus left, he saw the person that he was looking for before this too. "Oh, he's finally here! I guess I couldn't go first then." Kyou mused as he looked at the gasping medical doctor and the blue Raevan following behind him.

((Monster Mash -> Shadow Chataeu/Shadow Chateau))

Roux eyed the two that entered the area with a cold glare. They were dancing.. and he recognized one as the woman who'd insisted upon being close to him that one time. He couldn't remember why he'd been so angry at her now, though.

He held his Mitya-also close to his chest and floated away from them, back out toward the Shadow Chataeu where Rivener and Mouse had been. He'd been looking for his catopuss to show them, afterall. He glanced around, finding Rivener no where in sight, and Mouse was looking extremly concentraited on some stupid piece of paper in front of her.

Roux gave a sharp sigh of irritation, eyes narrowing. If they didn't want to see his Mitya-also then he wouldn't show them. The angelic-dressed Frei floated near the doorway between the Monster Mash and the Shadow Chataeu, eyes drifting to.. something.. very blue and familiar. He remembered seeing this Frei once before, it was Sevilin. The one that b*****d We`rika took care of.


Parfait plopped down, looking up at Sevilin in curiosity. The boy had gone, so it was up to the Frei to build her a new town now. She gave a tiny shake of her head, causing the faux Godzilla spikes to shiver along her spine.

((GWEEZILLA!!/Junk Shack))

"Heee... Sevilin cooed at the little dragon, giving her Eskimo kisses before standing her back on the place mat and building her a new town to desecrate. He put a few houses here and s cluster over there, spread out the cars and rolled one of them towards Parfait. "Oh..." There was another house that had been discarded on the floor. He turned around and picked it up and saw a familiar frei lingering past the door. "Hey! uhh... Roux!" Sevilin thought that was his name.


After crunching his third beer, We`rika decided he should probably share the wealth rather than drinking it all by himself (and he would if no one stopped him). He grabbed the two long cartons and shuffled to the food and drinks room. Good timing too as there were a lot of people in here. He set them down at the end of the table, ripping back the top of one for better access. "Mmmkay, people th'partay is righ' hurr" He waved his big hands around the beer just in case someone missed his grand entrance.

(( Shadow Chateau -> Junk Shack ))

As the pun sheet was gradually figured out, Mouse developed a sneaking suspicion that she knew who came up with these; nobody else she had met had this sense of humor. Folding it up in a pocket for now, she decided to head elsewhere in half the hopes she might run into Natsuki somewhere. That, and the costume was hot. The horseman was getting insanely thirsty.

Her boots clocked their way out the Shadow Chateau and into the Junk Shack to try and find some refreshments. Head-mitri started meowing insistently and crawling down his owner's shoulder as they passed Roux and he saw another chimera of his kind, but those gradually quieted and became soft little whining noises as he was taken farther away into a room full of sweets, treats, drinks, and... a couple cartons of beer being slammed on the table by a man with a very thick accent. Well, at least the man was enthusiastic. Mouse wasn't much of a drinker, however, and as such poured herself a glass of iced tea instead.

...uh-oh. Wardrobe malfunction.

How was she going to drink this thing when she couldn't bring the cup to her lips? She stood there staring at her beverage for several moments, Head-mitri dangling off of her arm by his darkened tentacle-paws.

((Shadow Chateau -> Junk Shack))

When Aphismet didn’t respond she figured she was correct in thinking he wanted to be alone. Though it didn’t make a lick of sense to her for him to agree to have a party he wasn’t truly up for. Of course now that she thought about it, he hadn’t really been up for practice much either these last few times. Yes, he stuck to his commitment, but she could see his mind wonder from time to time. Ebony didn’t really know much of what he was dealing with and that was only because she felt it a private matter and didn’t ask, which was unusually out of character for her. Normally she would have pushed to know, to understand why he was somehow disconnected, but she hadn’t. Why? Because maybe that would have brought up the subject of her own disconnection to society, a matter she didn’t look forward to exploring. At least not then.

Ebony simply sighed and shook her newly blackened locks as a way to push the matter aside for now. She couldn’t very will bring the mood of the party down if Aphismet was doing everything he could not to himself. A ghostly sort of figure caught her eye then, although on closer examination, Ebony found him to be more dressed the part of a clown. And then of course she noticed it was Isi as his crutches gave him away. He didn’t look to be in a good mood either and had she been more confident on the grounds in which they were on, she most probably would have went over to chat. But as the case was, there wasn’t any true hatred, but somewhere Ebony felt she’d had gotten off on the wrong foot with him. And right then she did not need another Delaran upset with her. So the catwoman gave a small, almost sheepish wave to Isi in greeting before heading off to the kitchen for a drink.

((Junk Shack))

Alistair blinked once, looking over the occupants of the room who didn't seem to notice the total stranger, let alone mind his presence. Giving a shrug that was more of a subconcious action than for Bauta's benefit, the blond set his own boxes down as well. In the habit of arranging displays he pulled the white carboard squares into a row, so that the bright, curling script of 'Sistine' could be read off the tops of each one. Then he flipped them open in turn to reveal their contents.

Several of the plain boxes overflowed with bright mounds of color, hard candies in a rainbow of shades and shapes that glittered in their wrappers. Others held neat rows of chocolates, garnished with tiny grinning pumpkins and spun-sugar ghosts. The last was a rather impressive little sculpture made of dark chocolate of a decrepit, rickety building that was infested with white chocolate ghouls.

Alice smiled at the array of sweets and turned to rejoin Bauta, his foray into a stranger's house over. He hoped they liked the confections.

The 'ganster' took about three steps before he realized he should probably have paid better attention to his surroundings. He stopped short to avoid bumping into the woman in a rather impressive cat-like costume, and tried to resist the urge to flail his arms like an embarassed school-boy.

"Ack! Oh, I'm sorry." he said sheepishly, regaining his balence.