the basement nation is hosting a costume party! candy and booze for people in costumes! if you want more than we got, bring it yourself!
The basement hallway resembled a spooky medieval dungeon on normal days, but for Halloween this year it looked more like a thematic frat party. Music blasted from a sound system that consisted of cellphone, solo cups, and duct tape. The ceiling was hung with white streamers streaked liberally with red that were possibly normal decorations, but they were also possibly stolen from the infirmary. A torture rack had been dragged out of one of the empty rooms and was being used as a refreshment table. Bottles of whiskey, a few unlabeled bottles from the kitchens, more solo cups, and several giant bowls of candy sat on it.
Bobbing her head to the music, America did her best to appear like a normal and innocent teenage girl at party, who had no ulterior motives in gathering a bunch of people in the basement and lowering their inhibitions and better judgement. She was dressed up like a hunter for the party, not the Deus sort, but the kind that wore duck patterned camouflage with a stars and stripes bandanna around her high-teased hair.
Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 8:39 pm
Roland had seen the text during one of his beach breaks, he had to make a trip to the labs, a few trades and a grab and run later resulted in some cloth wraps. Mixing a few things he made a simple plaster cast. A bit more tinkering, some paint, he had a decent phantom mask. A black cloak? Not hard to find on the island, they had tons of spares for missions where a bright white coat wasn't exactly stealthy.
Creeping into the basement he peeked in at America from behind his mask tilting his head slightly, "Am I early?"
Robert totally came dressed as Robert Cullen, complete with auburn hair, a peacoat, and his skin covered in glitter. He was ready.
Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 8:43 pm
Raising her red plastic cup, America toasted him in greeting, "You're never too early for a party if you bring it with you." She squinted at him briefly, "You a vampire?"
"No." Edward whispered huskily to Roland. "It's wabbit season."
Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 8:55 pm
Pandora, who had settled for the cost-friendly and never-been-off-island-friendly option of a good old fashioned sheet toga and a pair of sandals, was already dancing around. Even before the party had officially started she had drained half a solo cup of an unidentifiable combination of the contents of the table. It was not a stretch of the imagination to say she'd never been unsupervised like this before in her life, and that she'd been waiting for it for a long time.
"Hiii," she called to people as they showed up, stifling a small laugh at any guys who she could now accurately imagine shirtless under their costume. She spotted someone more familiar, and made a zigzag beeline to Shiloh.
"You're cute," she giggled, tugging at the sides of Shiloh's hood playfully.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 9:01 pm
Roland turned to Robert, somehow Roland was now slightly more sparkly, his mask contained a bit of glitter. It seemed Robert was contagious. "No, no, nononono, I'm definitely sure it's Duck season."
Roland leaned in closer, his mask inches from Robert's nose as he whispered softly, "Duck season~"
Oh look, now Roland's cloak was glittery too. God dammit Robert.
Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 9:04 pm
Though 'Prince' Edgar was not dressed for the occasion, he certainly appeared to be, dressed head-to-toe in his royal attire: crown, fur-lined cloak, manly tights. He also wore a pretty impressive frown, unamused by the present company. So many peasants. Where were the social elite of the island?
Not here, clearly.
He was, at least, holding what appeared to be some sort of goblet with some sort of alcoholic beverage inside it. There was still hope that he might not dampen the mood of the party all night.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 9:05 pm
America pounced and proceeded to noogie the ******** out of Shiloh's precious head. "It's always open season on this duck."
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 9:06 pm
Jack had arrived as none other than Jack Skellington, because why the hell not. His hair was not hidden and the makeup wasn't his best (though a lack of sleep did add a hollowness around his eyes that helped), but at least he managed to pull out a pinstripe suit and pants for the occasion.
"Yo~" He pocketed his hands and scanned the room. "Party started yet? Birthday boy needs some booze."
Shiloh was making his way towards the refreshment table, ignoring its questionable origins. He refused to be stopped, even as someone tugged on the hood of his yellow towel.
"Thanks Pandora," he said with a grin, pulling her along with him to the drinks. He grabbed a solo cup, filled it up and got ready to have an absolute party. A lot had happened recently, and he wanted to turn off his brain, if only for one night. He downed the drink in seconds flat, and filled another, before leading Pandora out onto what he supposed was the dance floor.
Or at least he tried, until he was accosted by a certain duck hunter, who none too gently noogied his head. His drink sloshed in his hand as he laughed and tried to squirm away.
