newroutines | 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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Liam's costume was certainly... something. Especially when paired with the zombie makeup he was also wearing. His hands kept fluttering up to fidget with that ridiculous v-neck, because (black mesh shirt aside), this was definitely more, uh. Exposed. Than he tended to be in public.

“Liam,” said Beau, making an exaggerated show of shielding her eyes. “I can’t be seeing this, man. My delicate sensibilities.”

Said the girl who’d altered her costume just for the sake of a bare midriff, but whatever.

Liam gave a snort of extremely dignified laughter. "Beau, your sensibilities are about as delicate as a hammer," he retorted. "Bet you wouldn't be saying that if I still had boobs."

“I mean.” Beau wasn’t even trying to deny that, because what would be the point? “Besides, a hammier can totally be a delicate instrument.”

"If you say so, sure," Liam said, shaking his head.

“I do,” Beau informed him as if that settled the dispute (such as it was).

"Glad we cleared that up," Liam rolled his eyes. "You look good, though."

“Thanks,” Beau told him with a more genuine smile than she’d give most people when saying that. “I guess you do too. I guess.”

"You guess," Liam echoed, with a note of fondness that clearly conveyed a 'thanks' of his own. "Verity's idea, mostly," he added.

“Yeah, I feel like this was more Karolina’s idea than mine,” Beau said, idly smoothing down the sash (red, which really helped her feel like this was a disguise) around her waist. “I’m super into it though.”

They were just That Couple now, with the dorky matching costumes.

Well, they weren’t the only ones? Verity and Liam were pretty matchy, and Steve and Tony were... wildly different interpretations of the same theme. “She said it was from... some movie? That I should probably see, apparently.”

So the adult couples on the island were almost all That Couple, basically.

“It was pretty dope,” Beau agreed almost immediately. “And you should watch it. Because it’ll be fun.”

She put just the slightest emphasis on that word, knowing what that would mean to him.

Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]

firstofitskind - 2019-11-01 01:36 (UTC) - Expand

notallbluemonks - 2019-11-01 02:08 (UTC) - Expand

firstofitskind - 2019-11-01 02:15 (UTC) - Expand

notallbluemonks - 2019-11-01 03:53 (UTC) - Expand

firstofitskind - 2019-11-01 04:28 (UTC) - Expand

notallbluemonks - 2019-11-01 15:03 (UTC) - Expand

firstofitskind - 2019-11-01 20:56 (UTC) - Expand

notallbluemonks - 2019-11-02 03:33 (UTC) - Expand

firstofitskind - 2019-11-02 03:56 (UTC) - Expand

notallbluemonks - 2019-11-02 04:00 (UTC) - Expand

firstofitskind - 2019-11-02 04:04 (UTC) - Expand

And here came George Washington to judge you!

"Nice shirt," Steve said, sniggering.

"Right?" Liam said, fidgeting a bit with the- could you still call it a neckline when it went down that low?- edge of the shirt.

"Nice wig," he retorted back, maturely.

"Just something I had in my closet," Steve said, grinning.

"Tony's costume from his closet too?" Liam asked, glancing over in that direction. Those heels didn't seem his usual style!

"How hard are you gonna judge if I say yes?" Steve asked.

Liam laughed. “Depends who I’m judging: him or you?” he managed, between snickers.

"Oh, definitely him," Steve said.

Ah yes, one of the hallmarks of true love was that complete willingness to throw your partner under the bus.

“Oh yeah,” Liam decided. “Definitely some judging going on in that case.”

With affection! Steve tossed him under that bus with love.

"The fishnets show a true commitment to...whatever that is."

"Stop fussing," Verity said, handing him a drink that looked alcoholic but wasn't. "You look good."

The look he gave her as he took a tentative first sip of that drink was quietly grateful. Not that he thought she would've deliberately got him something with alcohol, of course, but still.

"I don't know how you do it," he said, shaking his head.

"I like being tall," Verity said with a grin. "Everything else is worth it."

"We're gonna have to find you some heels you can fight in," Liam mused. Because yeah, after they'd both arrived home from their respective clown-fighting, he'd been subject to that grumbling amidst the general eleation of 'I got to stab and shoot things!!', yes.