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 Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 12:58 pm
Quote: Hand-written and decorated fliers have been appearing all over the campus for the past week. Done up in orange and black and purple and replete with cats and witches hats and bats, they clearly and cheerfully invite all and sundry to a Halloween party on Friday, October 28th, starting at 7pm and going until... Lots of question marks. The signs are pretty cute but they are also incredibly insistent. You will wear a costume or else pay a forfeit. Talk to Misha if you have questions or want to help. Yep, that explained it. *** The first floor of the gym has been completely swallowed by Halloweentown. Though it is clear that a lot of the decorations are repurposed or outright created from inexpensive materials (luckily, every town worth its salt has a Dollar Tree!), the effect is charming and fun. Bright and dark at the same time. Any fitness or sparring equipment has been moved out of the way and hidden well. This leaves big open spaces for dancing and mingling and whatever. Tables are arranged along the perimeter of the room, interrupted by groupings of chairs stolen from the cafeteria. The tables are covered in cheap plastic tablecloths but that is easily ignored under the additions of sparkles and fake spiders and bowls of punch and trays of snacks. Some also have a selection of wine "donated" by the Dionysus dorm and beer obtained from Hillgrove. There is a table set off in one corner that is half-hidden by draped fabric, a sort of gypsy tent. Another table features a huge trough, filled with water and rosy-cheeked apples. Yet another table is set up with power strips and a laptop and speakers; it appears to be a make-shift DJ station in case Sid doesn't grace the group with her skills. A sign next to the laptop instruct people to feel free to plug in playlists at will. Strings of white Christmas lights and battery-operated candles bolster the low-light atmosphere and somewhere dry ice is boiling away merrily to cover the floor with rolling clouds of mist at various intervals. Misha (and her minions) have done very well indeed. *** This is the main place for the Halloween ORP. Feel free to stick here or branch out as you like. Enjoy! Grab me if you need/want Misha for anything (in fact, I kinda hope you do, lol). Keep in mind that she is doing costume checks so your character should be wearing something. However simple or elaborate is between you and them. We have a thread for those of you who want to flaunt your finery. Have fun!
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 2:30 pm
Intellectually, Rob understood why Misha had decided to hold her Halloween party in the Gymnasium, but as he ran across the campus from the Dionysus dorms, he couldn't help but wish she'd chosen the dining hall or someplace closer. It was cold! And as the Chosen were all readjusting from a week or so in the steamy swamps of Louisiana, it was a bit of a shock. It was even worse for Rob because of his costume: a great kilt, boots, his big sword, and… woad. There was more skin exposed than there was covered, except for the woad, which he'd painted on his chest, face and arms in the same Pictish and Celtic patterns he used to use with Torgo. In other words, he was freezing his a** off, literally.
Reaching the building in question, he burst inside and quickly closed the door behind him. "Crikey. It gets bloody cold here," he muttered to himself. What he needed was a nice stiff drink. He surveyed the room, nodding in approval of the decor. Misha had really gone all out on this shindig. Not many people were here yet, but he imagined most everyone would show up at some point.
In truth, this suited his purposes just fine. Sidling over to one of the punch bowls, he dug around surreptitiously in the folds of his kilt and extracted a small silver flask. Quickly he dumped the contents into the bowl, brown eyes darting about the room to see if anyone was watching. He tucked the now-empty flask back in his kilt and, pouring some of the doctored punch into a red cup, took an experimental sip. Ah yes, that had done the trick. A bit of high-test bourbon always did the trick.
Looking around the room again, Rob noticed one glaring absence: the hostess with the mostess herself, Misha. He wondered where the Aphrodite Chosen who'd put this thing together was, and finally decided she must still be at her dorm getting ready. With a wicked grin, he nodded along to the music that was playing. He couldn't wait to see what everyone was going to show up dressed as.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 6:50 pm
Lex was well indoctrinated to Michigan weather, and had doned their heavy red wool coat and a pair of cute black ugg boots for the trek to the Gymnasium, mary janes slipped into the pockets. They walked into the room and took a seat at one of the tables to switch out their shoes and to take off the heavy coat. Lex wore a shimmery black dress with a modest cut hemline and a gauzy shawl of gold over it. They had silk stocking on. Their hair had been straightened in a longish bob style, tucked in a black beaded tassel capped that was pinned in place. A long strand of pearls were doubled looped around their neck, and they wore their silver necklace with a small plate with the word 'They' written in elegant italics.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 7:05 pm
Rodney had been having an intense October. The idea of a quiet costume party appealed to him, though, and he brought a bowl of Halloween Party Mix to add to the spread, painstakingly vegan and with all the yellows, oranges, and browns that came with the season.
He was dressed as an angel, although with the robe and wings he could have been anyone. The robe had been carefully draped. Rodney sculpted a lot of robes. His skin was also glittery.
He spotted the punch, but wouldn't have said no to some pumpkin beer. He was lightly holding Lawrence's hand.
"See anyone you know?" Rodney asked. "I've...been with you. And working in the studio. I haven't gotten to know many people yet."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 5:21 am
It was good to be back at the prytaneum after the chaotic trip to the bayou, and though he had managed to elude most of the strangeness through a combination of luck and sheer avoidance of peril, he was much happier to be back to day to day life where he had his luxuries, his pet and his horse.
News of a Halloween party had absolutely piqued his interest and he arrived in a costume the opposite of Rodney's without even the slightest shame in his appearance. He was wearing a very finely tailored black suit with a red shirt. The red contacts, dyed black hair and goatee and his horns gave away who exactly he was meant to be. He'd even gone to the effort of a pair of silver cufflinks with something in Arabic engraved on them.
He didn't reach for anything to eat right away but had brought his own offering for the day, setting a tray of very small expensive looking gourmet canapés with a seasonal theme alongside the other offerings with a flourish.
At Rodney's question Lawrence paused for a moment as he tried to separate the people he had met at social events from people he'd simply followed or observed from afar. It was difficult at the best of times and rendered even more difficult by the fact that everyone was in costume. He did spot someone familiar though and stared perhaps a little too long before nodding in her direction.
"Mercy." he said. "I know her for certain, she helped me at the hotel."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 8:11 am
"Oh! Will you introduce us?" Rodney asked softly, following Lawrence's gaze.
Wasn't she...the one who took a drink at "never have I ever killed someone"?
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 9:48 am
Sipping on his spiked drink, Rob spotted the elegant newcomer out of the corner of his eye. "Hello, what have we here?" he smiled to himself. He made his way over to them, all the while wondering who they were. As he got closer, he began to get the feeling he knew this person, dressed as a Jazz Age diva as they were. There was something distinctly familiar about their face… "Lex? Is that you?" Rob blinked and stared at the Hermes Chosen in the slinky 1920s outfit. "You look… stunning. Never would have guessed it was you if I didn't know you." Shaking his head, he grinned at Lex. "Want a drink? I know where there's some 'special' punch mixed up."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 10:39 am
He already had the beanie, red, and so it had been a simple batter of buying a $12 red-and-white-striped shirt off Amazon -- and lo, Asher was transformed, skinny and shivering in his shirt and blue jeans, conspicuously lacking the trademark glasses. He could make a case for Where's Waldo even without them, though, with dark hair spilling out from under his hat and all those stripes. And if Mischa gave him a hard time, he'd give her a flat look like he couldn't believe she didn't see it before he made his way inside. He'd been hoping for booze. The punch made him frown, left him standing in front of it and trying to decide if it was spiked with something fun -- or, if it wasn't, if he could get back to his own room to find something to spike it himself.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 10:43 am
Lex gave a slight noise, looking up at the call of their name, and gave a small appreciate noise at the expanse of skin. "Hello, Rob. I just love you sword," Lex replied, giving a slight smirk at the weapon. "And thank you, I rather like the fashion of the Jazz Age. It flatters me," the style was narrow hips and flatten chests and had the benefits of being a bit simpler to sew. "Though that kilt is certainly working for you... is that indigo?" Some sort of bright, lovely blue though. "Mmh, I could use a drink... what is in that special punch?" Lex stood, smoothing the line of the dress, and played sightly with the drape of their shawl.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 12:29 pm
As far as Ed knew, and he could be wrong here, Captain America didn't usually go around with taped up gauze covering bits of his arms or across one pale cheek, but oh well. Ed had gotten himself pretty banged up while they were in Louisiana, and the worst of the damage from the thrones and vines hadn't completely healed yet. He was going to err on the side of caution, and keep the dressings a little while longer. He had, however, dressed up. Sort of. He had acquired a high detail Captain America compression shirt, the sort that hugged the figure, and he'd pair it with a pair of newer, dark blue jeans. It wasn't going to be winning any awards, but with the blonde hair swept to one side, the pale complexion, it wasn't terrible, either. At the very least, he doubted Misha would give him much trouble. An effort had obviously been made. Inside, he scanned the already gathered Chosen for the woman in question, but pale eyes landed on Asher first, and the blonde had to laugh as he wandered over. "So, do I get anything for finding Waldo?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 12:42 pm
"It's woad," Rob replied, puffing just a bit with a pleased smile. He looked good and he knew it. "I wasn't sure woad would grow here, but sure enough they had it in the garden by the Demeter dorms. And thanks. The kilt's comfortable, if a bit chilly…" He flashed Lex a wicked grin at the teasing about his sword. The double entendre regarding the big weapon had never occurred to him before, and he found it sly and amusing. Holding out his cup, he offered it to Lex. "Here, take a sip and you tell me what's in it. It's subtle, but it adds a bit of a kick." The grin widened. "Can I get you a cup?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 1:10 pm
"Woad," Lex murmured and nodded. It did make a pretty color. "Why woad and not something else? Surely paints are easier to obtained." They gave a soft smile at the remark on the kilt being comfotable. "The kilt does raises the question of, are we going to get a surprise if it rides up." They raised a neat wing of an eyebrow, "Though I don't think our hostess would complain." They certainly wouldn't be complaining. Lex took the offer up and sipped, eyes half lidded as they focused on the taste. "Not rum... or tequila." They weren't sure on vodka. They swallowed. "It is nice... and I would like a cup, if you wouldn't' mind."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 3:03 pm
"I wouldn't mind at all." Taking Lex's hand and making a show of slipping it through his arm, Rob headed for the spiked punch bowl. "Woad is similar to indigo, actually. It's what the ancient Celts used to paint their bodies with. That's why I chose it -- it's traditional." He grinned again. "So's how I'm wearing this kilt." Yeah, people would be getting a free show if the lower part slid up; unlikely, as it was almost down to his knees, but who knew, a brisk breeze… Not that Rob cared, really. Not after everyone saw him completely naked in Louisiana. They reached the table where the "special" punch was, and Rob grabbed a cup and ladled it full. "I snuck a bit of bourbon in it," he murmured, leaning in to Lex's head a bit. "Just a splash. I think it adds to the flavor, don't you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 3:07 pm
She was running late to her own party. This annoyed her slightly but, in the end, the annoyance took a definite back seat to the excitement and anticipation running through Misha. A good sort of adrenaline. Not at all the kind of battle-driven adrenaline she had been functioning under during their time in the bayou. Nope. Not going down that route. Misha shook her head firmly and then instinctively reached up to resettle the cat ears/bow arrangement atop her dark hair. Then she glanced back at her walking buddy with a wicked grin. Despite her three inch heels and shorter stride, she was leading Brian at a merry pace, keeping ahead of him easily. It was probably a mixture of her excitement and her easy familiarity with ridiculously tall shoes. "Come on!" she called before suddenly slowing and reaching back to grab his hand. "We're late and, if anyone asks, I'm blaming you. Consider yourself warned." With that, she dragged him behind her at double pace to the gym and shoved open the doors. The warmth and lighting within flushed her immediately and she had to bite back a joyous laugh. This was perfect. This was fun. This was going to be a blast! She looked around, spotting familiar faces. Finally, she released Brian's hand, winked over her shoulder at him, and stepped further into the party-space - all leather clad and slinky and proud. Anne Hathaway, this is how you do Catwoman, my dear.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2016 3:19 pm
Apparently Brian wasn't to be trusted to put on his own costume, even after he had purchased and promised to wear it. There was no getting into the party without one anyway, and he needed to meet some more of his fellow Chosen. His stride became less confident as they got closer and closer to the gym, though, and so he walked a fair few steps behind Misha.
"Well, that's not fair. I'm not the one in the leather jumpsuit!" He jogged to catch up and finally took her hand. She was happy! Good! He wasn't surprised that Misha was the party-sort.
Brian also came bearing not only Catwoman, but booze. The punch wasn't spiked, she'd said, and if he could offer nothing else there was alcohol. It'd help him make it through the night anyway, and maybe earn him a few courtesy nods or something. Though one hand was used with Misha's, he did lift the bottle by the neck above the growing crowd. Refreshments. He had brought them. Of course most people were probably going to be swarming over Misha, not a middling brand of vodka.
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