Mike Lane (
newroutines) wrote2019-10-31 06:32 pm
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Entry tags:
Party!, Purposefully Creepy Mansion, Thursday Evening
It was once more Halloween, and the island had finally calmed the fuck down again.
Well, mostly. The Jack O'Lanterns outside in the yard lighting the way to the house occasionally laughed in a PG-rated creepy fashion, and bat cut-outs flew around the ceiling above the partygoers' heads, and the black cats printed on the sides of balloons flicked their tails back and forth and sometimes hissed at people when they went by.
And because it was tradition, there was a bloody goblin in the fridge, complete with a name tag identifying it as April. Only this time, whenever you opened the door to get something, it'd tell you whatever you were grabbing was actually poison...ously delicious!
(Shut up, it was made of plastic, its punning game wasn't the greatest.)
There were also once more lots of snacks, lots of drinks, and way too many kinds of jello shots. But fewer renditions of Monster Mash on the Spotify playlist for this party, this year! So far, anyway. Mike had a sign up againwith instructions on how to find the playlist and add songs to it, so that may not last all through the evening.
[ooc: OCD up, have at! OPEN TO ALL! If you're an adult, you got an invitation! Students are welcome to try and sneak in should they so wish, but may be politely removed from the premises.]
Well, mostly. The Jack O'Lanterns outside in the yard lighting the way to the house occasionally laughed in a PG-rated creepy fashion, and bat cut-outs flew around the ceiling above the partygoers' heads, and the black cats printed on the sides of balloons flicked their tails back and forth and sometimes hissed at people when they went by.
And because it was tradition, there was a bloody goblin in the fridge, complete with a name tag identifying it as April. Only this time, whenever you opened the door to get something, it'd tell you whatever you were grabbing was actually poison...ously delicious!
(Shut up, it was made of plastic, its punning game wasn't the greatest.)
There were also once more lots of snacks, lots of drinks, and way too many kinds of jello shots. But fewer renditions of Monster Mash on the Spotify playlist for this party, this year! So far, anyway. Mike had a sign up againwith instructions on how to find the playlist and add songs to it, so that may not last all through the evening.
[ooc: OCD up, have at! OPEN TO ALL! If you're an adult, you got an invitation! Students are welcome to try and sneak in should they so wish, but may be politely removed from the premises.]
Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]
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"Ugh, radio."
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It was how he found out some of the details of Rosa's heist, after all. And was how he got to coin the phrase 'drunk squirrels tell no tales'.
Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]
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Seriously, Haven had some serious issues with communication.
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Because, yeah, Haven didn't sound better than the spying squirrels when he put it like that.
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"You know, I'm not actually sure that's better. I mean, can actual spies be bribed into silence with rum?"
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And that was good enough for her! Possibly because of the shots. Look, he was lucky she wasn't telling him you could murder actual spies if you needed to.
"And they usually don't bother telling everyone who you -- talked to at parties, or something."
Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]
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So, checkmate. Or something.
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So you just enjoy that now, Duke.
"Maybe," she allowed. "It gets confusing with too many spies, anyway."
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“Someone should just trick them all into going to a big spy party. Give the rest of you a break.”
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She'd been good about not casting those sidelong glances towards the dance floor, and even now she probably thought she was a little more private and subtle about it than she was. Or at least she thought it was a quick glance, before she considered the array of shots again.
It had not been.