OPEN LOG

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

When; Friday, 30th of October
Rating; Varies?
Characters; OPEN - everyone's invited! [Open at midnight for fourth-wall characters, mod-approved!]
Summary; The Blue Light Annual Halloween Party!
Log;

There's a definite festive atmosphere. After yesterday's debacle, there are no pumpkins, but the rest of the decorations are pretty spooky. Staff is costumed if they choose, or uniformed, and there's good music and lots of drinks.

And a dance floor, Blue promised.

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Thread: Open - Location: Bar

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue is in costume; he's dressed in bright blue plate armor he found in the back of his closet. Who knew that he had it (oh, wait, it was from a curse, oh well). Miss Alice had said he would make a good knight, and he does. He has altered some of it; mostly so he doesn't clang, and so it's not as heavy as it was originally.

And he can take it off if he wants to dance. He's promised at least two ladies a dance, and Blue was never one to go back on his promises. Tonight is about celebrating the end of October, and welcoming in winter, in a way. Even though he's fought the Snow Queen (and even though it seemed that the White Witch was back) he doesn't mind natural winters. He just doesn't like being cold much.

He's serving drinks and making small talk, and enjoying himself.

Thread: Open - Location: Bar

[pencilandpixel.livejournal.com]

She had promised to be the one to open and close the dance floor and Angela has already gotten the first part done. Her feet hurt after being tugged around by a Chinese takeout box, Purple Rain-era Prince, and a zombie who just might have actually been a zombie had it not been for the copious amounts of cologne to throw people off his tracks. But the pain is welcomed as a sign of fun and after a quick glance across the room, Angela shuffles along for a refreshment break.

"Blue!" Angela shouts over the music, quite possibly a little intoxicated already. And the blue knight gets a tight and friendly hug over the bartop from 1986's Academy Awards Cher, gigantic headdress and all.

Thread: Open - Location: Bar

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue is a little surprised by the tower of feathers and flesh headed towards him, but his smile is contagious. He returns the hug fondly and looks her over. "You know, that's really impressive," he tells her with a smile. "You look fantastic!"

He had seen her earlier in the night, but he hadn't really looked her over very closely. The costume really suited her, even if Blue did think that Cher was possibly one of the oddest mundies alive.

"What'll you have?" He asks, ready to prep anything.

Thread: Open - Location: Bar

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Once she's had her fill of people-watching for a while, Rosella decides it's about time to indulge in a drink. Blue had promised that they'd be made to taste like candy, and she's eager to see just how close it comes in comparison.

And of course, it's not as though she'd ever go the evening without stopping by to chat with Blue, so when there seems to be a lull in the business at the bar, she heads over to say hello.

Thread: Open - Location: Bar

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

The dread pirate has lost the headcloth part of his mask by the time he makes it over to the bar again, and one corner of his carefully drawn moustache has started to smudge. Setting down an empty beer bottle with the kind of care that suggests he might be just on the wrong side of sober to trust his own hands, he dips his head down low, taking a few moments to catch his breath.

Thread: Open - Location: Bar

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

"Dare I say I saw this in a movie once?"

His ears have burned on the other side and maybe for that reason alone, the one and only Prince Charming enters the Blue Light. He makes his way straight to Blue. After all, they share something in common now, or they will. Charming doesn't get news that quickly.

[doesnoterase.livejournal.com]

"I thought the hard liquor came out for one day only." But she's not his mother, they're by a bar, and her own glass is nicely full.

"Blue, I regret to repeat myself on every given opportunity, but does someone want to explain what's going on here?"

Re: Thread: Open - Location: Bar

[myduet.livejournal.com]

"Blue! Oh, Blue!" A figure in... blue comes flying through the bar shortly after midnight and tries her best to hug around the armour.

"How do you do? It's so good to see you! Oh, oh goodness, isn't it funny how many nice things rhyme with Blue. It's true, you're good through and through. Oh Blue, I do hope you've been well."

Thread: Open - Location: Bar (probably pre-midnight sob i was figuring out logistics ;______; <3)

[as_damaged]

Though she's largely been sticking with the other half of her costume, Cameron promised Blue a dance, and the better part of one cocktail certainly isn't enough to make her forget. Given that it wasn't a Razor in the Apple, anyway. So, leaving the Dread Pirate to his own devices for a while she heads up to see if he's busy.

A knight in shining blue armor isn't hard to miss. Curiously, they're well-matched, too; a knight and a princess. A princess currently bundling her voluminous skirts up to avoid people's heels as she crosses the club, but that can't be helped.

Open:

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

A man in black stalks the room. In black from the tip of each shoe to the guard for the rapier that hangs at his waist (and may be costume shop fare or borrowed from someone in the city who actually knows how to handle one), to the shirt left open several buttons at his neck.

Black meaning the mask he wears across his eyes and over his hair, only a few stray strands of blond edging out from under it's confines. Beneath said mask? Eyes like the sea after a storm.

Yes, the Dread Pirate Robert (http://i37.tinypic.com/aai0cy.jpg) is abroad. Actually he's currently standing at the bar sipping dubiously at a cocktail intended to represent candy corn, and debating whether ordering a beer would spoil the atmosphere.

[as_damaged]

Perhaps it's too much to hope that there's only one Dread Pirate abroad this evening. Cameron is taking her chances. For once luck-- or perhaps just the crowd-- is on her side; she manages to sneak up behind Chase shortly after spotting him from across the room, moving slowly to avoid anyone treading on the train of her dress.

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," she says quietly, in a tone that does nothing to discourage that wrong (which is in fact, not wrong at all) idea, standing on tiptoe, chin nearly resting on his shoulder, laying one hand on his upper arm.

Having been privy to his plans, Cameron has decided to play along, dressed to match, a gleaming circlet sitting on her newly blond hair. Trick or treat.

Open:

[pencilandpixel.livejournal.com]

An hour in and Angela's lost a handful of feathers from her headpiece not from dancing, but one insistent Elvis, who's been begging like a hound dog for a duet in the dark corner over there, plucking them for souvenirs.

"Before you ask again, I am not going to sing if I Can Turn Back Time." She holds up a hand, effectively stopping The King before he can start remixing the tune he's performing to include whining. Who knew that a song asking if she was lonesome tonight could irritate Angela so much? "And no I Got You Babe either. Go overdose in your bathroom, Elvis."

Her final words to him are accompanied with a listless wave of a hand as she slumps on a stool next to a stranger in black that looks like a Zorro reject who, as far as Angela knows, blends in with the rest of the festive crowd. She's hoping nobody else has any musical requests for her tonight.

At least not before they buy her a drink.

Open:

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Come midnight, Dawn finds herself in a place she never expected to be again. And, being an intrepid sort, she finds the Blue Light. Maybe she has party-dar. It could happen.

And who should she see, but Chase.

Doing her best impression of a ninja-- it's made much easier by large amounts of people; Dawn is good at a great many things, but stealth is not among those things-- she sneaks up behind him, then says to the general vicinity of his left shoulder, "So, stop me if you've heard this one. A Project Runway loving vampire and a spaceship owner with tragic shoes walk into a bar..."

Open;

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Rosella's favorite part of the evening is doubtlessly the costumes. (Well, and the fact that there's no curse to force them all to turn into whatever it is they dressed up as, of course, but that's beside the point.) Many of them she doesn't recognize, but there are a few here and there that she can pick out, and it's such fun to see all the people dressed up that she hardly even minds when the meanings behind most of them are lost on her.

Her own costume is nothing elaborate--a white dress (http://weddinginspirasi.kopiblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/pronovias_grecian_wedding.jpg) and gold sandals--with flowers and bright autumn leaves for decorations instead of jewelry. Oh, yes, and her pomegranate, of course. The only piece slightly out of place is a filmy scarf around her neck, but that is serving a practical purpose, rather than a decorative one.

She's sitting near the end of the bar, swinging her feet and enjoying the music, and watching the festivities go by around her. Perhaps she'll go dance in a while, or get one of the candy-flavored drinks she's been promised, but right now she's content to sit and watch the party as it unfolds.

Open;

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

It's a sad thing that Robert Chase has come as a Dread Pirate and not a peg-fisted one. He is wearing black gloves, though, so there's always a possibility that one hand might be a peg in disguise. Spotting Rosella, he crosses the room to lean against the bar next to her, which the sheathed rapier at his belt chooses to announce by slamming loudly against the polished wood and making said Dread Pirate jump in a most undreadful manner.

She should have seen him trying to sit down, earlier. He's just not used to wearing a sword.

"You haven't eaten any," he observes as soon as he's recovered, masked eyes looking down to the fruit in her hands, "decided to stay with us for the season?"

Open;

[mumbled_truth]

Todd has no idea why he's let people convince him to attend yet another party; he's not sure whether the fact that he can't talk at this one is a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, nobody can expect him to talk to anyone, which is sort of a plus. On the other hand, it makes it fairly difficult to try to enjoy a party at all if you can't even speak to your friends.

Nobody can deny that he's in the spirit of the holiday, though. He's wearing black leather boots with several elaborate, tarnished buckles, black pants, a deep burgundy shirt with a black brocade vest over it, a long, thick, sweeping black coat and a large black pirate hat with burgundy trim. In the pocket of his coat is a scroll of parchment, with an accompanying ratty, dark feather. Quite necessary for keeping the crew's records, of course.

As he approaches Rosella, the most he has to offer in greeting is a smile and a wave.

Open

[thebearjew.livejournal.com]

Donny arrives, not in much of a costume. Does it count to dress up as a soldier when you ARE a soldier? Either way, it was about as creative as he was getting tonight. He was still a bit pissed off that his Nazi-killing antics were written off as 'disgusting' and 'brutish' by a large portion of the City, but he wouldn't let their lack of understanding get to him.

It had been a long time since he was invited to any sort of party or had even set foot in a bar. He'd never actually celebrated Halloween before - his parents and most of the neighborhood only celebrated the strictly Jewish holidays - but if a party is involved he figures he can get into the spirit for the time being.

He takes a seat alone at one of the tables.

Open

[pencilandpixel.livejournal.com]

Making her rounds around the bar, one would think Angela was the hostess of the place instead of a regular guest. It's almost as if she was in social life jail for the last month or so with the way she's chatting with every live body in the place. With half of the room done, she's on her way to work the other side.

"I always liked a man in uniform, but that's no excuse to be a wallflower," Angela says as she stops by the man sitting by himself. It's her life's calling to make sure nobody is alone at a party; that is, if they're not a weirdo.

Open;

[cold_dry_pieces]

This outfit would be privately ironic, under normal circumstances; perhaps it's a little morbid, given his curse-driven culinary experimentation this month. No one has asked (well, aside from Dexter) who supplied that little banquet, and he hasn't volunteered any information. The bright side of the more disgusting curses-- the waived responsibility, the lack of explanations. Now and then it works to one's advantage. Not that he's counting cannibalism as a win. The thought still unsettles his stomach.

But really, he rather likes the excuse to own a top hat.

So Jack the ripper is leaning against a wall, with a drink chosen primarily because it's brilliantly, brazenly red. He likes Halloween. It's everyone else's turn to pretend.

Open;

[police-pinup.livejournal.com]

After being properly horrified, Deb had decided not to ask after the details surrounding the cannibalism curse. She had been through her own experience with the kind of curses that force people to do things they normally wouldn't, so she thought it best to let him deal with it on his own. Not that she'd guess exactly what about the curse got to him.

For her part, Deb is dressed in a corset and a slight bustle skirt, a small hat with a gauzy, fluffed veil pinned up in her curled hair at a skewed angle off to one side. The heavy makeup and lower cut of her corset make it clear exactly what sort of period lady she is, and why it's probably not the best idea to be this close to Jack the Ripper.

She gives a little lopsided smirk, poking awkwardly at the hat.

"Okay, so I never thought I'd say this, but the getups Vice had me wear were way more comfortable than this shit."

open;

[stacked]

Slayers, as a rule, are either huge fans of Halloween (it's a night off) or hate the holiday with a passion usually deserved for demons. (...It's a night off.)

Faith tends to fall more on the not a fan side, but she's not quite ready to go hunting Underground again, not just yet, and she heard something about booze in large quantities. So without a single concession to the traditional costume requirements for such things-- what, the vinyl pants and best in Ho Wear isn't good enough? Picky bastards-- she heads into the Blue Light.

Maybe if her luck is good, somebody she knows will show up. If not, there's always booze.

open; I BLAME THE TRAILER BON JUST MADE ME WATCH and also placeholdery

[nobodyneedknow.livejournal.com]

Dorian isn't quite sure what this holiday is all about.

To be fair, he understands that it's All Hallows Eve, but the costumes are certainly racy, and the parties seem to be interesting. The Blue Light is a bar he's stepped in but never really spent time in, but tonight it seems much more engaging.

She looks like she's having a good time. Dorian isn't shy, but he is a little uncertain of how to speak to women in this time. It's not his fault that they all, to an extent, look like they're for sale. He slips up next to her at the bar and orders a drink - gin, he understands that - and doesn't look at her, to begin with.

open;

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

After spending the day before mostly dead (mostly because apparently his eyes were alive in something else's head and ugh, Tony didn't want to think about it) he hadn't really been up for a party. That and he hadn't gotten a costume, so the sheet he'd wrapped toga-style around him was a lame frat-partyesque substitute.

He pushed drinks and took orders and rubbed at his eyes every few minutes just to make sure they were still there. At least there weren't any pumpkins around despite all the decorations. Tony didn't know if he could have stood to look at one after getting lost in the patch.

open; on your fourth wall, breakin' it

[pwningyourstag.livejournal.com]

There are two certain things in this world. ONE. That James Potter is a sad, sad, bastard who will someday come to admit his hair cannot compete with the glorious mane of one Sirius Black. And TWO. That if there is a party without the Marauders, this party is useless and sad.

Given that the subject matter of one has accompanied him to this fine gala event, two must now be taken care of, by gracing the tiny world they've stepped into with their-- all right, mostly his, but James does love to tag along-- presence.

So, Poly. Here. Have two cocksure teenage boys who will disappear in a day.

open; the wall was asking for it

[stagginurparty.livejournal.com]

The third certain thing in the world is that Sirius Black is a sadly insignificant wizard especially next to James Potter and so must pathologically lie to make himself feel better.

But James has always liked charity causes, so indeed there he was opening up two bottles of Ogden's Firewhiskey.

"Cheers, mate."