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.]

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"Well, it still counts because you haven't set it on fire," Magnus replied, beaming at her growing as a social creature.

Social creature, person trying to ignore something she should have been processing for as long as she could... One of those.

She snorted. "Give it time."

LET HIM THINK THE BEST OF THIS.

"Want me to grab you some jello shots? It's a party."

"Sure," Octavia said, like someone who hadn't frequented the jello shot table a fair bit already. "Did you see there are PSL ones?"

Because Mike was a nerd.

"...I'm grabbing five." And doing two before even getting back to her.

And Octavia looked openly amused at it.

It was that kind of a night.

He had whipped cream on his nose and was struggling a little to hold all five shots, but he totally brought them back to her. "I'm gonna be so sad when this season ends."

"I know you are," Octavia told him, reaching for one of then shots.

She would be too. Kind of.

"But then we can do peppermint mocha!" He was all about that holiday life.

"It's not as good."

She had opinions.

And a shot to tip into her mouth. Trying not to get whipped cream elsewhere on her face.

"Cheers!" he said, downing his.

Whipped cream everywhere.

Octavia snorted, once it was safe to do so again. "How are you so messy?"

She only managed to get some above her top lip, and that was easily solved with a lick and then a quick wipe with the back of her hand.

"Only delicious things are messy," he said, trying to get it out of his beard. "It's a thing."

Considering how messy yesterday had been, perhaps Octavia didn't entirely agree. But she also didn't want to think about yesterday right now, so he could keep that one.

"You should've brought napkins," she said, instead, half-pouting at his poor beard.

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