This is Halloween everybody make a scene

[indecent_butterfly]

 

When; Wednesday 10/31 to early Thursday morning
Rating; PG and up (please note if anything above) 
Characters; anyone/everyone--except the vampires who were warned off...hungry goats are hungry
Summary; For those citizens a little, unsettled by the idea of a City sponsored party to celebrate the festivities of All Hallows’ Eve there is something a little more intimate going on elsewhere.
Log;

It really had been far too long since nir last public party and what better reason did anyone need? A night dedicated to costumes, pranks, and mostly good natured fun…and really after the amusement of the circus, there wasn't anyone who couldn't use an excuse to relax.

The castle is decorated for the night and, unlike last time, the rooms are available for public browsing, several offering different options of tricks or treats since fear and fun are subjective. And in the main dining room, there is a table filled with food, candy and other sweets to put most into sugar shock. Don’t worry if that is not your thing however, this party promises more adult versions as well.

 

 

 

(OOC:  Giant open log, comment openly or private thread, it's all good. Also pretty much open to anything you can imagine that would happen/take place at a Halloween party given by a devil. Costumes are optional, but remember there is a curse today if your character is in one…come on, you know you want to.)

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[anytime/anywhere/ota]

[indecent_butterfly]

[It might seem a bit odd that the party's host is not in costume tonight. Actually, ne looks relatively normal given nir typical appearance, but after the circus, it was thought better to go without the Harlequin makeup for the night. No need for extra distractions when ne's got plans for after hours.

Still, drink in hand, it doesn't hurt to make sure others are enjoying themselves just as much.]

Having fun?

Early evening

[itsjustafruit]

[He's there, bless it, and he's carrying a covered silver tray. Candy apples, red and caramel, as requested. He shouldn't be so cranky about it, but knowing that Hatter has that prenup once again just makes him a mite edgy.

He's dressed in his very best mid-16h century finery, recreated from memory.

The boots are, of course, still snakeskin.]

I'm still sober, so not yet.

[indecent_butterfly]

[How good of him to remember, not that ne'd let him forget the apples or the paper. Kira wants him desperate for that little curse slip destroyed so ne'll do what ne can.

Someone is just going to come along and take the tray off his hands so he doesn't have to worry over them being kept safe for Carla.]

There is quite the selection at the bar. And since you were so...obliging with the apples, we'll just have to see what we can do to amend that for you.

after midnight - anywhere & everywhere - calling all polywogs

[dignity_misery]

[She's not in the best of moods by the time she finally makes it to the party. She is not in costume, but she did dress up a little. Inevitably, her first port of call will be to the food. She requested those candied apples specifically and she'll be crunching her way through it while she tries to find the two boys that she invited to come with her...

She'll be here the rest of the morning. She'll flirt and she'll fuck and she'll dance. She will demolish at least half of that dessert table, but she doesn't drink and she doesn't smoke, so don't bother asking.]

Open to anything, esp. mayhem~

[worldofourown]

[ He's forgone a costume -- Does he really need one? Come on now. He has on a black domino, the edges gilded in scarlet and silver. It's just a token -- his eyes gleam catlike behind it, flashing hints of red in the semidarkness. A sharp-cut black suit, the immaculate white shirt stained with a red splotch (blood or syrup?) completes the look. Dressed to kill. ]

[ He isn't dancing. Rather awkward to, with just one arm. But he's sampled his share of treats. Three girls, one by one, their tears and make-up slicking his fingers as he'd pressed them over their pretty faces. Each one had tasted of something different: raspberry candy, black chocolate and soursweet terror. He'd dumped their empty bodies in shadowy parts of the maze. Rinsing his mouth with the sting of bittersweet liqueur, he drifts through the crowd, watching for familiar faces. In the distance, always, he senses Diva. Her presence, stirring, exhilarating, making the music louder, the colors brighter, his smile wider. ]

[ This is nothing like the last party. And he's glad. ]

[worldofourown]

[ He appears at her side, twinkle-eyed and grinning, like a ghastly jack-in-the-box. Extending a tray of foil-wrapped candies and a cigarette box. Everything is edible, Carla. Everything. ]

Care for a smoke?

[worldofourown]

[ Chewing on a glossy red string of licorice, fangs stained in dark coloring or (more likely) blood, he turns to beam at Hatter -- a debauched little Prince of Vices. ]

No objections so far.

The selection of sweets [ human, not confections ] is delicious.

Come at him<3 He needs people to troll him/evildoers to lineface at

[mortemscintilla]

[ Costumes. Masks. Pretense. Hei's life is centered on all three. Halloween is something he refuses to take seriously. Frivolous thrills. A by-line for idiots with too much time on their hands. His reasons for attending are finer-tuned than what most partyers can lay claim to. Galas like these aren't just places to see and be seen. They are troughs of information. He's made discreet rounds, blending into the background. He's overheard several conversations. None have shocked him. There's a type of crowd a Devil's party attracts. ]

[ For the moment, he leans by the corner wall, munching on a candy apple (not from the party's menu). It isn't fools who turn down free food. It's fools who eat it, even if it's drugged or poisoned. On his head, a laurel wreath, glittering-gold, is his only concession to tradition. A symbol of peace? Hardly. He may not be dressed to the nines. But he is, always, armed to the teeth. And really. Isn't 'Li' enough of a costume? ]

[ Doe-eyed and timid. Playacting nice and normal. Playacting human. Hiding the Reaper's slasher smile and bloodstained hands. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

[Silly boy as if ne wouldn't notice him trying that act? Been there, done that, already knows what lies behind. No, ne's just going to play along with nir own game though for the night.]

Trick or treat?

[indecent_butterfly]

So glad you approve.

[Ne's just going to take a look around trying to make sure a certain blond hasn't been on the snake list.]

[worldofourown]

Is there any grand finale planned later tonight?

You did mention a surprise.

[ Blond~? What blond~? ]

[indecent_butterfly]

Not party wide so to speak. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow to see how things worked out.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Such an ego. The act is for the benefit of any strangers. Not her. It's ironic, in a way. He holds Hatter's opinion in such contemptuous indifference that it's easy to be Hei around her. Manipulative, deceitful, she's just like any Contractor. ]

[ Playing the game for her own benefit. ]

I already have a treat.

[ Biting the apple for emphasis. ]

[worldofourown]

Is this something guests get to participate in?

Or more of a voyeur's sport?

[indecent_butterfly]

[Not ego, pride.]

Then we should add a trick to your spoils.

[indecent_butterfly]

Private ending to the party for a certain guest. But do feel free to enjoy a room upstairs if you want for your own.

[worldofourown]

How generous~ [ He wonders who the guest is. ] I wonder [ glancing around idly ] no appearance this time by He-Who-We-Will-Not-Speak-Of?

[ He means Kira. ]

[mortemscintilla]

[ A difference of semantics. ]

Such as?

[ He chews slowly. Not dignifying her with a glance; instead surveying the room, his gaze flat and measured. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

[And pretending ne has no idea what or who Karl is talking about. But ne does know how much he likes Rido Kuran.]

One did warn off the vampires, so it is very unlikely that the blooded Prince shall appear.

[indecent_butterfly]

[Not to the Satan of Pride.]

Depends. Are you one for fun or scary tricks?

[Or just mean? Ne could just take his apple from him.]

[worldofourown]

[ Rido? Ugh. His expression sours and wrinkles, like salt poured on a slug. ]

Not Lord Rido.

But come to think of it, that is gladsome news.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Being the progenitor of Pride doesn't exempt one from ego's pitfalls. If anything it increases the chances. ]

...You want to take my apple away.

[ A study in elaborate boredom. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

Unfortunately there has been no luck with the goats' diet yet. But it would still be nice to take them out one night.

[Slight hint towards a hunt there Karl if you're up for it.]

[indecent_butterfly]

Why ever would One do so? Are you that frightened to be without it?

[worldofourown]

[ He picks up on it, offering a nod and a grin. ]

Of course.

There are tunnels in the Underground that teem with vampire nests. It'd be wonderful to set the goats loose and watch them go on a spree.