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newroutines) wrote2019-10-31 06:32 pm
newroutines) wrote2019-10-31 06:32 pm
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]
Not that he likely would have worn one anyway.
He pulled the spare clip she'd loaned him out of his pocket and offered that to her, too. All the bullets he'd fired had been replaced. It was good business in his line of work not to have to owe cops anything, after all.
Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]
See how much nicer this was? Without talking? Downright pleasant, almost.
Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]
He lifted his cup at her, half-salute, half-question. Did she need a refill? You know, while he was handing her things.
Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]
Rosa just looked at Duke for a moment, bit back the urge to make some sort of comment about not wanting to owe him anything, shook her head, and turned to move away.
It was a pretty big old spooky mansion, there was no reason they had to actually spare too much space in it.
Re: Arrive/Mingle [Halloween 2019]
He let her go without comment. Apparently the key to interacting with cops really was to refuse to say anything.