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The Malloroyx flat isn't what you can call spacious, so people are just going to have to get cosy, brain licking-ly cosy! The general layout of the apartment is here and can fit up to 50 people...if everyone was spaced out into the rooms that is. Beatrix saw this and she rose to the challenge. Everywhere you look its like Halloween has vomited, re-ate it and then vomited again. Dammit there is even a skeleton on the toliet! Every room available including the hall leading up to the flat has been decorated. And yes it may be a zombie party but there is only so much fake blood on the walls that one room can take before everyone gets a little concerned! So pull up a chair, find some small space on the ground to boogie and get yourself into the party mood!!!

ICLY: Everywhere has Halloween decorations, everywhere. Its not even funny, its a bit creepy even. Your character is welcome to make up any imaginative decoration that comes into their little brains and it will be there!! MMmm brains <3

OOCLY: Of course this is still the home of Venice and Beatrix we ask that all is respected! No rooting around searching for journals or stealing s**t. Trying on Venice's giant bras is a no no too.....even if she will find it hilarious they are seriously a health and safety issue. If you did want to destroy something please speak to BikiCakes!

☠FOOD & BOOZE☠

What party would it be without food!! And although human brains are off the menu a cake shaped like the organ dam well isn't!!! There is everything from spider cakes and eyeballs to meats cut into body parts. Don't forget to try the punch, its oh so deadly.

Read below for just some of the things we have to eat and drink!

Spider cakes - Typical cupcakes shaped like a spider - duh!

Eyeball fancies - Savoury & sweet - Choose between cakes with icing or meat balls with...no icing!

Franken Fingers - Sounds as gross as it tastes! Unsure what they are but they look like bloody fingers!

Meat Skull - Thats right you heard me, a giant skull covered in ham slices, Turkey and any other animal killed for its making! Pull off a piece and make a sandwich with one of the many kinds of bread we have! We promise the grin stuff isn't mould its just food colouring!

Devil Eggs - Not sure what is evil about them just yet but am sure there is something funky going on....

Humans in blankets - SEE WHAT WE DID THERE!!! Just like the classic pigs in blankets only with human bits....which is probably still like the classic...*shivers*

Patchwork Broth - Alcoholic - Made with Gin, vodka, lashings of coke and lemonade this concoction is certainly scary!

Blood Bath - Alcoholic - Cherry liquor, cranberry juice, vodka and a splash of rum this drink will make your blood boil!

"Shoot them in the head" Punch - Non-alcoholic - Every fruit juice under the sun with what looks like floating bits of every fruit under the sun....and a hand....

British Zombie - Alcoholic - Actually it should be called Scottish Zombie but since neither of the two Malloroyx's are from there it gets to be called British! Made from whisky, Angostura bitters and a twist of lemon, topped off with ginger ale.

Boring Soda - Non alcoholic - We must abide by the law just a little so all soda drinks have been bought in for those under-age or driving!


IICLY: Again imagination is the key for this one, if you have something in mind that only your character will eat and you can putt a Halloween twist on it then please go ahead! More than happy to add it to the ever expanding list!

OOCLY: I know whats on your mind, BOOZE AND YOU....well its on my mind but seriously the two girls may be lax when it comes to personal hygiene but when it comes to the law.....they ignore it just as much!!! We have a 17 yr age limit for this! That doesnt mean its mandatory for your character to drink, but they can partake in the alcoholic beverages on offer. Anyone younger will have to stick to the boring stuff or sneak in their own, if caught though you will be thrown out!!!

Please be sensible, if you want your character to be a raving loon on a spoonful of patchwork broth and have a plan for them to vomit in Venice sock draw then please pm Matisha or Bikicakes!

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This had been hard work from the start, however Bea was not a person to shy away from hard work, infact the whole experience had been rather rewarding. It had proved to her that she had not lost it, she was still as much herself in Destiny City as she was in London. It all began when her cousin set off for her Roller Darby practise, as soon as the door shut it was a signal for the to begin. In the space of the day she had to decorate the whole apartment, organise the booze and food and generally get everything ready all by herself, it had been stressful, it had been chaotic but the end result was something the young make-up artist was proud with. Keeping this a secret was a mission in itself, after all she doubted her cousin would have let her get away with holding such a large event in her little apartment. So she decided the best course of action was not to tell her and then surprise her on the night, she knew as soon as Venice got here she would love it. After all she was as big of a zombie nut as Bea herself.

The ginger haired teen had put up posters in the library, in newspapers and even delivered leaflets door to door. All to keep it a secret from her cousin, she even went as far to make a secret face book page to get the information out. She was proud of herself, resting a hand of her hip olive eyes scanned and observed the fruits of her labour. Everywhere you could see where pumpkins, gross looking treats, hanging bats, brains, scattered limbs, beanbags, lava lamps, even the trophies were displayed on a table ready to give out to tonight's winners... Maybe she spent a little too much money. Sorry Vennie your credit card has taken a hit...

One thing was for sure Zombie Party 2011 was going to be a hit and with any luck she would do this every year! Maybe this would be her way of getting Venice on the band wagon, next year she could sure do with some help...

She put on her cape and gave a spin and with that her transformation was complete. This year Bea was going to be little-dead-riding-hood and she was going to make sure all her guests were happy. Truth be told not many people knew Bea, she had been in the country for less than a week and she wanted more than anything to make more friends. Like Venice she was a party animal and she loved to socialise, she would make sure that after today Beatrix Malloroyx was the talk of the town! She wanted to start things off with a bang and she knew that such a awesome theme would mean meeting awesome people, everyone who liked zombies was cool in her book. It was one of the main reasons why she decided to become a make-up artist!

She wondered across the room and opened the apartment door so people could let themselves in, she had already placed arrows all around the building so the guests would be able to find their way to the apartment, all the hard work was done, this week had been hell but now she was ready to sit back...

and get totally trashed.

She grabbed a glass of vodka ( with red food colouring in of-course ) and sat back in a bean bag, listening to the wonderful melodies of Kataklysm bursting out at a very very very loud decibel level - Yes, she was incharge of the stereo tonight.

Ashley had figured out early that Kess' freckles were an entity of their own - they would not be denied, and they certainly could not be covered.

By the time party two had rolled around, she'd pretty much given up on even trying.

She had to admit that it was nice - she hadn't had a weekend of pure alcohol and debauchery since... Well, since she'd been recruited, really. So for now, Fluorite was MIA until probably tuesday, and would probably be particularly hungover and tired even then.

Still ******** worth it.

She looked the part of the Jill to Kess' Jack perfectly - shorter, girlier, and walking the line of adorable and creepy to the point where it was pretty much expertly blurred. She'd had her hand at halloween makeup before, but even she was pretty damn proud of how she'd done on both her and Kess.

Her own bucket, pink and proudly identifying herself as Jill, was filled to the brim with candy. Sorry guys, no booze here. That was what Kess was for.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to announce that this party had now officially started, 'cause the party won't start till we. walk. innn~"

Yup. Definitively already had some booze in her.

It seemed Ariel wasn't the only pirate in Destiny City, except one of them was a zombie. Her lips were bright red, moist, the color of fresh blood. Her face was tinted faintly grey, her eyes were shadowed carefully with black and red, to look sunken and bloodshot, contacts in her eyes to give the purple a filmed-over look. There was also a bullet wound in the side of her head, and like this Jada Chamberlyn found her way to the Zombie party Kess had mentioned. Jada had seen flyers, but if she hadn't known her new exercise partner was going to be going, she might not have bothered to show up.

Now she was looking forward to alcohol, good times- and maybe Jada would get some of the stress relief she'd been positively aching for. And hey, maybe she'd get to bite someone, too.

Her candy bucket was a treasure chest- both in shape and in what lay within- and she'd brought a small sacrifice for the partygoers within. She had only been able to get her hands on one bottle of the 190-proof Everclear (which might kill some unsuspecting victim if she didn't get this to the right people), but she had three bottles of the 151-proof version of the alcohol (which would just give them a distinct stomachache, and maybe make them vomit a lot.) It had taken her some major flirting to get this purchased, but the 190-proof had been in her father's liquor cabinet (as well as some other things, which now graced her own apartment.) The music hit her ears even before the decorations could be seen. Oh dear- well- She might not be too deaf when she left later tonight. Then again, she thought, she might be boozed enough to not even notice the fact her eardrums were vibrating halfway through the party.

Thank goodness she had decided not to work the next day already.

There were already a few people there when she arrived, but she easily found her way to the kitchen and dropped off the treasure chest, along with its illicit booty. There were going to be prizes? Best Zombie, Worst Zombie... Cutest Zombie Couple? Cutest Zombie Kid- oh god, please no real children at this party- Most brains eaten, most blood drank. A quick look at the edible refreshments, however, told her that if she had wanted to avoid a hangover, she'd come to the wrong party.

.... She could totally eat the most brains. She'd leave the blood to someone else.

Quinn was shambling along the streets of Destiny City, and realistically? It wasn't just a badass, practiced zombie walk. She had a black knee brace strapped tightly to her right knee and there were still a few strips of gauze and tape across her nose. At least at this point it was starting to heal much faster, thankfully due to her fancy Senshi magic healing skills so her bandaging and brace were significantly less noticeable than they would've been a week ago.

Not only that, the bruising that covered her face was blending well into the zombie makeup she had applied. How convenient! While she wasn't really one for short skirts (and she was still pretty pissed that Leto went from shorts to skirt), she was decked out in a plaid miniskirt and white button up with a tie hanging loosely around her neck. Her over-the-knee stocking covered her brace well to make it less noticeable and she was wearing her worn old converse hightops. The outfit was made complete with her clothes being torn in a few choice areas, covered in dirt and blood, and her long wavy brown hair disheveled. She smeared some fake blood around her mouth and she was good to go.

She followed the various signs around the city until she found the apartment, and deciding not to bother knocking she just walked right on in, bottle of Vodka in hand. Vodka was simple and mixed well with pretty much everything. Or you know, just drinking it on it's own would do too. Taking a quick look around and realizing she didn't know anyone at the party yet, she opened the bottle and took a quick swig from it.

When Castille saw the flyer posted outside the grocery store, she ignored it. When she saw the same one posted on the post office window, she casually read over it. But when she saw the exact poster stapled to an electrical pole, she actually stopped and read it. A halloween party? What fun! She really didn't thinka nyone she knew was going to go, but what the hell?

A few days later, she was walking down the darkening street dressed as an undead beauty pageant winner. Her hair was still in it's signature twin buns, but she had added hair extenstions to them so the ends hung down past her shoulders. Her dress was long, but didn't quite touch the floor thanks to her short wedges that put her just above 5' 3" It was blue and sparkly underneath the layer of red paint that was supposed to look like blood. Luckily, her sister wasn't interested in the dress anymore, because it was prtty much ruined. The bottom was torn and shredded, and she had taken a knife to the front of it, tearing what looked like claw marks into the stomach region and adding more blood. The sparkles were also all over her hair, and her makeup included dark eyeliner and blue eyeshadow, with the customary layer of white and red to make her look ghoulish. There was a somewhat poorly done gash on her neck, as well as another on one of her arms. The finishing touches were a silver tiara and a sash that said "Miss Destiny City" The sash was also covered in blood, and the end was torn off dramatically. She thought she was original with her costume, and it certainly got the attention of regular people walking down the street.

Upon entering the party, she noticed the sheer amount of decorations. They were fantastic! The food looked just as good, and she nudged past someone to pick up a spider cake, enjoying the sweet flavor while she people watched.

Grant was all smiles as he accompanied Lydia to the party. She had asked him to go, which had ensured her a yes, but he was actually very eager to enjoy himself. Halloween had always slipped by him, as he was inevitably asked to work on that night so others could go out, and he always said yes.

Except at the moment, he was lucky not to have a job! He knew things happened for a reason. Not in blind faith to some higher power or design, but to open new doors to opportunities he would not have thought of before. So maybe he did believe in fate, just his own understanding and brand of it.

Walking to the party with Lydia was a part of that.

She had informed him to dress to match her, and he had done his best to come up with a costume fitting enough. She was going as a nurse, a zombie nurse. From what he knew of doctors in zombie movies, they were often the first to be turned. Or the easiest targets. A zombie would be brought in, and the outbreak would begin as the unwitting doctors tried to treat it and chaos broke out.

But there had to be those few doctors who survived the initial wave, and had prepared themselves for the apocalypse while they still dedicated themselves to their oaths to help the living, right? So that was the idea that Grant had.

He was dressed in green scrubs, with a white jacket over. Torn and shredded, covered in blood in classic zombie style He had a belt with medical instruments that had been altered for zombie warfare, or weapons modified to be used by a doctor, all made out of paper and other arts and craft style products. He had always been very arts and crafts oriented. Even his natural scar on his face lended itself to the costume, as he wore an eyepatch over that eye and it looked like it had really been injured at some point during the war against the walking dead.

He did his best to mingle injuries that looked older, and the new ones gotten by his death by zombies. He thought they looked very good, though of course he was no costume maker or make up designer. He did his best, though, and he was very proud of it and hoped other people liked it.

"I think you're right! You look very good in your costume, by the way! Your skin looks lovely in the moonlight!"