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When; Friday, October 23rd
Rating; PG-13ish?
Characters; Everyone is invited!
Summary; Blair and Serena throw their first Halloween party.
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Their costumes were the result of a spur-of-the-moment idea after watching The Other Boleyn Girl. Serena, of course, identified with Anne, the more rebellious of the two. Blair sympathized with Mary, who tried her best to keep the other sister out of trouble. Both had their flaws and neither lived a particularly happy life but oh, those costumes. It was love at first sight. Blair borrowed from one of her favorite Fall collections, still in awe at the opportunity to wear Lacroix couture. Serena went a more simplistic route, never a fan of too much constricting material. Fueled by a giant sugar rush, Serena had taken to jumping out from behind curtains to greet guests while Blair remained the picture perfect hostess everyone knew her to be. It was still reasonably early in the evening but both girls were already sold on the idea of Halloween parties. Although their first, this would definitely not be their last.

[ ooc; BACKDATED to Friday night, I'm so sorry. I'm on vacation right now and couldn't get to it but I'll tag this like crazy when I get home. ♥ Also, don't worry if you character doesn't personally know Blair or Serena, everyone really does mean everyone. As always, specify in the subject line whether you're tagging Blair, Serena, both, or open. ♥]

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In all honesty, the entire house is haunted. The fog machine and strobe lights are working wonders for the mood. Speakers placed all around the house echo deafening screams, malicious laughter, and the creaking of non-existent floorboards. A myriad of heavy moth-eaten curtains hang from the ceilings, providing ample cover for anyone wishing to jump out and scare friends and strangers alike. Contrary to popular belief, everything atop the buffet table is edible. Those aren't blood-covered eyeballs, they're grapes drenched in food coloring. The mud is composed of chocolate fudge and Oreo cookie bits, those are gummy worms crawling throughout, and that enormous headstone is actually a vanilla cake. Saw IV– or is it V?– plays on the TV screen, entertaining or disgusting depending on the viewer.

This is just to declare a winner so that someone can ICly claim they won the contest and such.

ENTERING; Post your CHARACTER'S NAME in the subject line and a brief description of the costume in the body. Pictures appreciated but not necessary.

VOTING; Comment to your choice costume with +1 in the subject line. Nothing is necessary in the body of the comment. All votes are IC.

Despite wearing a big wig and nursing a glass of tomato juice pretending to be blood, Blair still tries to appear as composed as if she were a queen in a 16th century court --which, by the way, she would be had she been born then.

She has lost count over how many have taken the trouble to tell her that Mary was the blonde and beautiful one while Anne was the brunette and smart one. As if she didn't know that, d'oh. She is beautiful enough to be Mary, and Serena is damn well smart enough to be Anne, thank-you-very-much. Yet apart from that, Blair finds it difficult to stay upset over anything today. Couture really does work wonders on one, or maybe it's all the sugar in the juice.

[ooc; Shaaaane! Love the dress!!]

In a way, Aion appreciated this 'Halloween' for the amount of opportunities it gave him. These disguises of hiding behind masks and costumes was a fine chance to get people to talk more freely. Lilith had suggested that he get to know more people anyhow. He deviously grinned. Nefarious or not.

The demon stood in front of the door, dressed as he normally would- in a white suit with a matching trench coat - except with an additional accessory added on his face minus the glasses. He figured it was enough to slip in. With one hand in his pocket, the other firmly knocked on the door.

While Serena did most of the planning, Blair took it upon herself to greet the guests --using other methods than jumping out from curtains. Hearing the knock on the door, she promptly walked over to open it.

Even with the mask, she could tell that she had never met him before. Silver hair on dark skin is quite a striking look, after all. He reminded her of Karl Lagerfeld. Smiling, she gave him a small bow, acting the proper lady of the house. "Welcome," she said, stepping back a little. "Mary Boleyn."

He raised an eyebrow to the beauty at the door as his grin remained. "Good evening." He slightly bowed his head and spoke carrying a gentle tone. When she moved back, he followed her footing and stepped inside. Aion took a quick glance into the house and recognized the same type of decorations as he had observed last year. Things created to seem spooky and eerie to fit the holiday. He truly couldn't understand why one would bother doing so but that didn't matter to him.

He brought his attention back towards her. "Quite the work around the house. I take it you're the one who organized this party."

Priestly held the door open for her and Inara stepped inside, making certain to sweep the train of her dress inside. She was dressed as a vampire (HBIC as Priestly kept saying) and the dress (http://thegirlfromtheghetto.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/maria-luisa-black-silk-taffeta-gown.jpg) alone was amazing but she was also wearing silver vampire fangs (http://www.columbiacostumes.com/Images/Vampire/fangs_silver_box.jpg), and blood red (http://02a5349.netsolstores.com/lilith.aspx) contacts. Her hair was half piled up on her head, falling down around her shoulders but leaving her neck exposed. She'd struggled with a necklace but in the end had decided the effect was much more startling without it. She turned and waited for Priestly to follow her, an amused smile on blood red lips.

"It's a bit like having a third person with us--Myself, you and my dress."

Once Inara had secured a glass of champagne she went in search of Blair, aware that she'd thrown this affair. She and Blair might be a bit at odds but it was impolite not to speak with one's hostess. Inara was nothing if not polite. She found Blair, greeted her with a bit of a curtsy and a nod.

"Miss Waldorf, I wanted to compliment you on a wonderful affair. This place is positively creepy and the party has been lovely."

He was actually surprised she was able to maneuver with it on. Of course, he shouldn't have been, seeing as she could walk in those tiny little sandals she wore at work. His costume was much less understated, the old school version of Dr. Van Helsing (http://i35.tinypic.com/2qdquc5.jpg). He was loaded up with a rosary, large wooden cross, bottle of holy water and a big wooden stake. His usually colorful hair was tucked underneath the bowler and he'd removed all of his piercings.

"I feel like we should name it. Or at least put a leash on it," he joked, making sure to move some of the material before letting the door close behind them. The gathering of costumed people made him feel a little homesick, but at the same time wasn't this sort of thing comforting? It was like life was just continuing on as normal.

Inara doubted there was a dress she couldn't maneuver in. It was part of the guild training, to make certain they were able to be graceful in any situation or any clothing. Priestly's costume had surprised Inara in that it was so very understated. She wasn't opposed to the change for the evening but it made her feel as if the world wasn't quite right. A part of her wanted to make certain he put it all back to rights when the night was over.

"Perhaps, but it would have to be something appropriate. Such as piao liang," Inara said, still thoroughly amused at the conversation. She took a moment to glance around the room, perplexity crossing her face and furrowing her brow for a moment.

"So this is Halloween."

It had taken her a few minutes of talking to herself in the mirror to manage without a lisp. She'd yet to try drinking anything. That could end up disastrous.

"Piao liang? What's that, just 'big dress?'"

After fighting with one of the holey curtains he'd gotten tangled up in, Priestly nodded, clearly impressed with the creepy decorations. "Yeah, this is a pretty good copy, actually. You can never go wrong with a fog machine and screaming sound effects. You want a drink?"

Priestly held out his arm in an overdramatic gesture to escort her to the table filled with gross food.

Inara dipped her head in a laugh, placing her hand on top of Priestly's arm so he could lead her to the table. "Beautiful," she responded and then nodded. "A glass of champagne would be lovely."

A look of mischief crossed her face. "Is it morbid that I've they've colored it red with food coloring?"

"Nah, it's in the spirit of the holiday," he assured her. Priestly held a champagne flute in front of her and his face scrunched up a little. Once she held onto it, he did some minor searching and gave a little 'aha!' before coming up with a long straw that he plunked into the champagne.

"Just, drink slow or you'll get tipsy as hell and I'll have to carry you home in that behemoth," he joked. Then he thought about just what that would entail. "On second thought, drink up! Chug, chug!"

Inara arched an eyebrow at him and the straw then laughed. "Are you trying to take advantage of me, Sir?"

She took a sip of the champagne from the straw, that twinkle still in her eyes. "I don't believe I've told you that you look very shuài tonight. That was extremely remiss of me."

Inara got a shifty look in response, until Priestly began to chuckle and shrug. "What? I have no idea what you mean by that, take advantage of you. You know, if there was any advantage taking it'd be of me by you, I'm sure of it."

Now he was a little confused at her calling him...whatever that was. He was pretty sure it was a compliment but you could never be sure of a different language. He could tell a foreigner to fuck himself in a pleasant voice and the dude would thank him. "Unless it means I'm creepy or a fucker, thanks!"

"Is that permission?" Inara asked coyly. She was flirting with him because it was fun and because flirting came natural to Inara. She took a sip of her champagne, watching him from beneath her lashes. She wasn't sure the look was entirely effective given that her eyes were red right now.

"It means you look very handsome," she told him with a smile. "Now drink, if I'm to take advantage of you you need to work on that," she teased him. "Although I'm afraid, I won't be carrying anywhere should you have problems walking."

"Oh, totally." He was happy she got that part of the conversation. Anyone who was against Inara taking advantage of them was, in Priestly's opinion, an idiot. "Really, not a problem. Unless it's more fun if I protest; oh, Inara, no. Please don't touch me in my danger zone!"

He grinned at the confirmation that it had indeed been a compliment. At her order, he picked up his own glass and took a few sips. Champagne wasn't exactly his drink, but it would do for now.

She couldn't help herself. She laughed. Out loud. Something Inara didn't usually do. She was more prone to the quiet chuckles and subdued laughter. This was loud and really raucous but definitely a good laugh.

"Danger zone? I wasn't aware there was a danger zone. What precisely is this danger should I wander into it?"

"I can't give it away, that defeats all the danger." Priestly was using what he thought was a confidential sounding stage whisper. He might as well have just yelled it across the room.

He echoed her laughter, realizing that he forgot for a moment that she wasn't privy to much of the best of American culture. "It's an American thing, like, okay. Because of this weird rise in pedophilia, kids were starting to be taught to always go outside with a buddy and that there are places where they shouldn't be touched! No-no zone, funny touching, and my personal favorite is danger zone," he explained.

Well that made a lot more sense with the background he gave her. She nodded as he explained. "Then I'll have to be certain to stay away from that," she teased him.

Priestly makes the classic 'd'oh!' face. Shiftily, he pulls out the empty champagne glass and replaces it, making sure she gets her straw back. "Now, now. I liked you better when you were being all scary flirty and intimidating."

He matches her second glass and also decides eyeball-grapes sound pretty darn good. He might be talking with his mouth full. "If your coshtume washn't sho big, I'd make you bob for applesh, too," grapes swallowed, he doesn't sound like he's wearing a retainer. "Maybe we could eat a donut hanging from the ceiling, though. That's always embarrassing and fun."

Inara arches an eyebrow at him, looks him up and down before pulling the corner of her bottom lip through her teeth, silver fang scraping the skin. She put one hand on his chest, leaning in so that he gets a good look at her cleavage and actually whispers in a low, husky voice. "I'll work on that then."

She pulls away with a mischievous grin and sips at her champagne while listening to him. "Why would you do that?"

Baseball. Old naked women. Car mufflers, prostate cancer, aaaand Christopher Walken.

Now that he'd gone through the usual de-bonering, Priestly was able to talk again. The only problem was, he'd entirely missed her question, and that meant time to fumble around for a stall or hopefully get the answer right. It doesn't help that he looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh, uhhh yeah, this party's going pretty well, I think!"

Inara has some idea of what he's doing during the silent moments. She doesn't know exactly but she's very aware that he's getting control of himself. It's ridiculously fun and amusing. Yes, sorry Priestly, Inara is feeling evil.

She smiles at his deer in the headlights look and complete loss of train of thought. She sips on her champagne, watching him carefully as she reaches out to run her fingertips down his neck, dipping into the collar of his jacket. "Mmmmm, pretty well. It could go better."

The tone of her voice suggests everything she's not saying.

He gets that tone, loud and clear. Try as he might, he just can't help the grin that's spreading over his face, in response to it. He knows darn well that it's just her being her darn irresistible self, too. That doesn't mean he can't indulge and enjoy, though. Priestly is more used to girls giving him 'the look' and walking away than actually humoring him.

And that's how he sees this whole deal, if anyone were to ask him under pain of death for the truth. Inara is way out of his league and while he might be kind of ~~interesting~~ amusing, he knows that won't last for long. After a cough (because yeah he's playing along but it's not hard to see that she's having an extreme effect on him) he manages to speak.

"I'm sure we can arrange that." Strategic sip of his drink here, but it's ruined by him almost choking on it. He recovers with a lopsided grin after clumsily wiping his mouth.

Inara actually doesn't do humoring. Not to this extent. She actually likes Priestly. Eventually she'll spook when she realizes how much she likes him but for now she doesn't really deal with leagues and classes.

His comment actually makes her register a bit of surprise on her face for a moment before she smooths it over with confidence and mischief. "Mmmm." It's almost a purr as she runs her fingertips along the stubble on his jaw.

"Good."

The choking and coughing is flattering. Inara likes knowing she affects people. Particularly when she puts effort into it as she is now.

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