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 Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 12:52 pm
Open RP between Rahk, Ro, Astan and Kenna (Smerdle) and anyone else who wants to come!Location: Astan's apartment (see below) Time: Mid- into late-afternoon on October 26 Weather: Sunny and cool  This party takes place in the Vargash apartment to the left. It's in a nicer part of town - Astan's girlfriend having 'inherited' it from her affluent father - and the building has a doorman, but he's been instructed to let costumed or just generally 'weird looking' people upstairs.
The living room, kitchen, terrace and main bathroom are open to everyone and these rooms are filled with chips, raw vegetables and dip, cupcakes and other party foods. The bedrooms, while not strictly off limits, are just bedrooms and quite boring.
There's beer in the fridge and Astan might be persuaded to let you have one if you're so inclined, but excessive drinking is not encouraged. Costumes are encouraged, however.
Welcome to the festivities!
(( I will be attempting to do headshots of present characters if you post at least four times with them, but I might just do everyone if attendance is low. Yay! ))
Costumes:
1. Rahk, Ro - doctors
2. Astan, Kenna - hippies
3. Banning - gruesomely murdered aristocrat
4. Rugovin - undead parrot
5. Misha - roadkill
6. Rhian - fairy
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 12:53 pm
"Rahk."
Astan smoothed his palms down the front of his tie-dyed T-shirt and fringed suede vest. "Rahk!"
"WHAT!" the pale-haired Alter screamed in response. The sound bounced around in the short hallway that connected their apartment to the elevator and the one other apartment on the floor, directly adjacent to and an exact mirror of their own. It was owned by an older woman who was rarely home, but just in case, Rahk added, "Sorry, Mrs. Phillips!" before spinning around and turning her attention to her guardian.
"It's going to feel like a million years if you just stand there waiting for people to come," Astan said. "Come back in here and watch TV or stick your stethoscope on some more crap or something."
Rahk's delicate brows dipped as she jammed her hands onto her hips. "You can't stop the Rahk! Doctor Rahk is in and she has prescribed less whining and more RAHKING." She bent her knees, her overly large lab coat pooling on the floor beneath her for a few seconds as she wailed on air guitar. "Take two and call me in the morniiiiiiiiiiing!"
Astan shook his head. Ever since the girls had wheedled the unfortunate story of the origin of their names out of him, they had been even more unbearable than usual. Well, Rahk had. "Don't get kidnapped," he advised, leaving the young lady to her waiting.
Inside the apartment, Astan took a seat on the couch, waving at Ro and Kenna when they turned from looking over the balcony to grin at him. Ro was dressed as a doctor like her sister, and Kenna had on a short-skirted, long-sleeved dress in a riot of colors, knee high boots and a pair of round sunglasses. Astan had to admit, she was by far the more fashionable hippie.
"Anyone here?" she mouthed through the glass.
Astan shook his head. Nope, not yet.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 8:21 am
It had been too long, yet again.
Neither Misha nor Rugovin had managed to get around to visiting their relatives as often as they'd have liked, and once the bunny had heard of the completely-smashing-awesome-epic idea of having an actual Halloween get-together, it hadn't taken long at all for him to show some initiative too. With Banning still somewhat out of routine he'd had more than enough time to dish around a few half-official invitations, come who cometh, the more the merrier!
Rugovin himself had pounced onto the opportunity to get out again with more vigour than he'd expected of himself. Yeah, he remembered those two twits, and now they were growing up, too. Why, if that wasn't a perfect excuse to go and fulfill his duty as veteran advisor-supervisor, and drag his brother along with him... Whereas Vin had become subject to a rollercoaster-like cycle of moodswings, from high and energetic-spirited all the way to deep dark gloom, Banning was more on a constant cautious low these days, as if he had trouble dealing with the change in situation. Well, he most likely did. It doesn't happen every day that a presumed dead relative ends up popping back into your household, acting like forty years of raw survival only made you a mite more sturdy on your feet and increases confidence. The instances of Vin descending into a bit of a mood-crash were all the more disconcerting to witness for that.
Alas, for all Banning's subtle hints of his reluctance, Rugovin hadn't bought into them. Ignoring all buts and what-fors completely, pumped up on the need to go out there, just to break away from the awkward, uncomfortable atmosphere at the mansion, the parrot had dragged his 'little bro' into the old victorian wardrobe, and juuust about hadn't forced him into a great-great-grannie's corset.
Nah, sir Duke 'dignified' DeLonghy swiftly decided going along with it was the best option to avoid a complete blamage, and so, instead of a corset and a poofy hoop-skirt, he had dressed up in a rather fancy-looking old suit, complete with subtle ruffles and properly laced trousers and boots, a top hat and a riding whip. Spirit of ancient nobility, anyone? Needless to say Vin found it amusing that he claimed to feel quite comfortable in it, insisting many nobles had worn this back in the old days. The Essentic himself had spent more time pondering what would be the most suitable balance between appropriate and zany that actually dressing up, pretty much leaving it at his old ragged grey gear, windswept and dusty-looking. With a few plumeau-feathers tacked to the scarf by ways of shoulder pads, there was ab-so-lutely no doubt that he was going as a grey parrot, right? At least it would keep people from asking about the feathers on his head. Tangled them in my hair, of course I did, silly peasants, what did you think, that they grew naturally?
Of course, a costume isn't fit for all hallow's eve without a dash of red, so did he find, when Bane took a hold of his hair not long before departing, and rather unceremoniously dunked the lower third of the long grey strands into a bowl of red dye. Parrots have red tails, brother-mine, or did you forget? The tussle soon culminated in them both becoming rather spattered, perfecting their respective looks.
The two of them were enveloped in the mood of the festivities all around Vargash quite quickly when Misha came to pick them up. The bunny complimented them on their 'subtle deadness' (sic), great to see you two having fun, let's go! and without delay lead them along. Miss Longway had stayed back with Elst, if she could get the living veggie to quirk up they'd surely join. The hefty walk all the way to Astan's apartment was more than long enough to get an indecently thorough look of what the bunny had come up with...
Perhaps 'roadkill' described it best, what with the stylishly torn jeans, the open jagged shirt, and the fact he was concealing the brightly shining marking on his belly with liberal use of bloody paint. Banning suspected the young adult had had a good amount of fun with that, judging from the lavish smears and the way he couldn't hold back a giggle when asked about it. Been touching yourself, Mishmish?
And so, the merry three arrived at the apartment, a chipper splatted bunny, a gruesomely murdered aristocrat -oh beloved irony-, and an undead parrot. Hm, way to be morbid, guys. At least they weren't entirely alone in the madness, what in this time of general hilarity and spooky rituals of various minorities. Misha decided to race the elevator, and manage to scale the entire height all the way in around time it took the lift to get upthere. Nigh simultaneously, the elevator doors slid open, and Misha came dashing up the stairs, so that the two brothers almost ended up being barreled straight into Rahk by the overeager messenger.
It was a good thing Rugovin was a heavy one, for it was only his solid bulk that managed to tilt Misha and Banning back to their feet, and spare Rahk from a surprise!dogpile.
"Whoah."
"Wow."
"..."
"..hi, we made it." Helloooo indeed, miss kickass, that change needs inspecting! Misha slipped past Vin, releasing Banning from the uncomfortable man-wich, and admiringly checked her out.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:06 pm
Rhian fiddled with the invitation in her hands and brushed some imaginary dirt off of her costume. In a bag by her side rested two packages -presents for the birthday girls. The former-flutterby didn't really know who all might show up to the twin Essentics' birthday party, but she had a feeling she would be running into some of her friends and family that she hadn't seen since before she left on her journey. That would make this the first time anyone saw her since her growth, which could be both a good thing and a bad thing.
Swiping at a little more nonexistant dirt off of the incredibly short skit of her pink fairy costume - which was more or less a pink minidress with fairy wings sewn onto the back and lots of flower decorations, the newly-grown Essentic stepped into the elevator, taking it up to the appropriate floor. She stepped out just behind three very "bloody" gentlemen that she recognized immediately, and caught a brief glimpse of one of the twins - more than likely Rahk - from her position behind the DeLonghy brothers and Misha. Rahk had grown so much since she'd last seen her - but that was only to be expected for Essentics, and doubtless Ro had too.
She held back a laugh at how horribly red Vin's hair was - that would take a long time to come out if she were any judge, and waited for them to exchange their hellos before smiling herself and breaking the silence she'd held until now.
"Hello there strangers! It's been a long time," she said, and though she knew her voice had deepened just a hair, sounding less girlish and more womanly, her Essence was still her and so too was her voice - just older. Thus there was no doubt that they'd recognize her, with or without distinguishing butterfly characteristics.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 9:38 am
Despite alternately bouncing with anticipation and singing impromptu jingles to herself, Rahk had no trouble noticing that the elevator was on the move. True, it had been moving all morning, shuffling residents to and from their homes, but the Alter had a particularly good feeling about this handful of riders. She stared at the glowing numbers above the call button, willing it to stop on their floor, and when it did, things suddenly got a lot more hectic.
"Misha!" Rahk exclaimed. She spread her arms wide and bounced a bit more. "You look awesome! And you're so fast!" She offered Banning and Rugovin polite nods, a bit of her enthusiasm dampened by a mild wariness. But only a bit. "You guys too!" Turning back to Misha she added, "I'm big! Come in!"
Her attention was further captured by the arrival of... was that Rhian? Of course it was Rhian! "Rhian!" The social Essentic was older, but no less recognizable. "Your costume's so pretty!" The fact that she carried a bag (PRESENTS) hadn't gone unnoticed. Best to get everyone inside as soon as possible.
As if on cue, Astan's muffled, "Invite them in, Rahk!" sounded from further inside, and in a flash, Ro came sprinting through the apartment to stand next to her sister, all smiles.
I can take... coats? Ro said, projecting the query onto several of the flat surfaces that might be within view of their guests. She looked around. Had anyone even brought a coat?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 1:50 pm
Fast? Awesome-looking? With that Misha could gleefully agree, heehee. He was allowed some pride, too, after all. He couldn't hold back a bright grin, all the way up to his ears until his forehead chakra was shimmering like a gem, and her rather superfluous pointing out of her growth was all the more hilarious.
"I noticed, you look real strong!" That grin just wouldn't fade when he complimented her, completely meaning what he said. Yes, the dapper lady sure had this something about her, a sturdiness, energy. Strength. If that wasn't something to be admired, he wouldn't know what was. "Happy birthday~"
And then, right at that moment, Rhian snuck into his radar, how HAD he not felt her coming, sheesh. Her newfound radiance sure made his eyes widen and his ears flop a bit lower when he turned to look at her.
...goodness.
He'd heard of the good news of her return, but he had not yet found the time to see her since her growth, so this meeting sure was a nice opportunity. Rather suddenly, the bunny male felt a little ill at ease with all this female glory around him, holy mother Isis. That realisation, and the sight of Rhian's much-matured vibrance made him gulp slightly.
"Hi..."
"Don't stare at the womenfolk Misha, you're looking like a teenager." The very much down-to-earth chuckle from the currently eldest person in the group made the bunny jolt a bit, and scuffle surplace a little. Heheh. Hah. Awkward. At least Rugovin was glancing at Rhian with a calm smile, conspirationally approving. Good girl, you made it.
"Y-yeah, your costume's real nice! And yours too, Doc~" Thank god, at least Rahk knew what to say. Banning simply nodded along to that. The man couldn't disagree with anything said, and he appeared to be quite comfortable simply observing the ladies, keeping a chivalrous discretion about his opinions.
And then, almost out of nowhere, Ro joined her sister. Vin gave her a particularly warm-hearted smile upon her arrival. Yes, he was quite fond of her, so different from her sister, but every bit as lovely. It was great to see them both 'shaping up' quite literally, and that uplifting feeling made his feather crest puff up pleasantly.
Banning was left to surprisedly glance around at the messages appearing, and with some wonder deducted that this must surely be Ro's doing. My, how...unconventional? Naturally, she WAS an Essentic. No, none of them had bothered with a coat. The autumn chill hadn't been cutting enough for them to submit to it, and even if Bane'd intended to take one along, Misha and Vin's eagerness to leave hadn't quite given him the time to do so.
The high-strung bunniebuns actually jumped a bit when Ro appeared, and greeted her with a friendly holler, huzzah, look who we have there! All grown up, way to go, Ro!
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Gracious Conversationalist
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