when the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake [open]

[titansno]

Who: Rachel and any and all guests and trick-or-treaters
What: HALLOWEEN PARTY
Where: Rachel's brownstone
When: Starting in the evening on Thursday, October 31.
Warnings: Halloween things. Power flareups. Drinking. Probably people misbehaving.

Rachel has been finishing up preparation all day. With the current condition of the city, it hasn't been easy to get everything, but it's done! Outside, the brownstone has jack-o'-lanterns glowing on the steps and stoop to welcome guests and visitors to the door.

Fake cobweb is stretched above the door and the atmosphere is right. Inside, music is playing, decorations are set, there are games to play, there are tables of food and drinks and a large bowl of Halloween candy by the door. The fun even extends to the backyard!

On the second floor, there's a room with a flatscreen TV and a big couch playing classic monster movies. Finally, there's a wet bar that she's trusting the adults to keep the kids out of.

The invitation is out, so all there is to do is wait.

[ooc: subthreads up! go forth!]

Comments

i blame jan and louise entirely

[toobig]

[Like he'd promised, Bertholdt had showed up with his boyfriend despite their skin issues. Halloween was the best time for it, at least. So what if it didn't match their costumes?]

[Which, of course were from Aladdin. Of course. Somehow, Bertholdt had ended up as Jasmine, of course, and he doesn't look too happy about it. There's no wig, just a headbang, but the midriff top and the harem pants? Ryan may not be sleeping in their bed tonight. Unless they get really drunk.]

[He's already shy about his body, but the skin on his ribs and stomach is stretched pretty badly, and peeling, so it's even worse tonight. He'd wanted to do something else, but as the Resident Wet Blanket of the Nose Bros Trio, he'd rolled over and let them do what they wanted.]

[Bertholdt is trying to very subtly put a tray of sandwiches on the food table without being noticed. They also brought a case of beer, which he leans down to fit the bottles into the cooler.]

[Being 6'5" isn't subtle at all though, there's no way for him to hide.]

:ヘ))))

[shortspoken]

Roar.

[ THAT'S IT. Delivered in the most deadpan and untigerlike manner possible. NO WORDS FOR YOU BERTL ELLIE IS IN CHARACTER

She's also snagging a sandwich. Gosh it's great still having an appetite.

RIGHT

AMIRITE ]

FUCLK THE ICON

[toobig]

I heard you the first time.

[HE'S BLUSHING, BUT HE CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THIS.]

I only speak penguin though, I don't know any tiger, Rashannie.

[shortspoken]

Tigers can't speak penguin. I suppose we'll have to stick to human talk for now.

[ Just gonna. Munch that sandwich. Thoughtfully. ]

Or titanese, I suppose...

[toobig]

Titanese... huh.

I wonder if that was a thing.

[He opens one of the cold beers already there and takes a drink, before sighing.]

How did I let you and Ryan talk me into this?

[shortspoken]

Please. As if there's anything we couldn't talk you into.

[ Just wait, Bertl, within weeks she'll have you skydiving and running around in hotpants and getting a tattoo reading "beta 4lyfe." Just to prove she can. ]

It could have been worse. If we'd gone for the titan costumes, you'd have been wearing even less.

[toobig]

I-I'm not that... that much of a pushover...





I really don't think that would be to taste. There are kids here.

[shortspoken]

Yes you are. You're going to give me Alan's phone number, by the way.

[ Note how that wasn't a question. PUSHOVERRRRRRRR ]

And I suppose. That'd be one way to scare off the trick-or-treaters, though.

[toobig]

Uh... I don't have it? I don't really... ask teenagers for their phone numbers, Ellie.

:^)

[schild]

[ It's okay, Bertl. We can just say you're zombie Jasmine! ... or something like that. These are the kinds of things Ryan said to reassure him. He looks great, okay. And Ryan is decked out in his own Aladdin getup, the street rat outfit no less-- so while the pants are kind of 'normal' by Halloween standards, he's basically shirtless except for the vest.

[ Freaky mouth or not, he's determined to have fun, okay. Plus his jaw doesn't seem to unhinge unless he yawns or opens it too far, so really it's just the weird zig-zag and the glowing eyes and oh my god, who let him leave the house, though. ]

Having fun?

[ So there's an arm around your waist, Bertl, how do you feel about that. ]

[toobig]

[At least Ryan is shirtless. That's literally the only benefit to this entire thing.]

[He looks down at him as he straightens from putting the beers away, looking pretty tired.]

I'd have more fun if I wasn't wearing this.

[schild]

Aw, it's just one night, Bertl. Don't worry about it.

[ Plus who's to say Ryan isn't enjoying having Bertl dressed up, too? ]

[toobig]

B-but I look ridiculous...

[schild]

That's part of the fun! It's only once a year, after all.

[toobig]

Well... I dont see you dressed up as... a belly dancer...

[schild]

I'm practically shirtless, aren't I? [ But he understands... Well, kinda. ] I'll totally give you a free pass to make me do something embarrassing, later.

[toobig]

B...but...

You're hot, so...

[schild]

Hey, you look good, too. Even if the outfit is silly, you're still you underneath.

[toobig]

I don't think so... It's uncomfortable...

[schild]

You'll be taking it off later, right?

[ Yes he means what you think he means. ]

ICON

[toobig]

[shut_up_idiot]

[ There's a look that Youou recognizes, and that's the look of a guy that did not pick his own outfit. It's definitely something he can sympathize even though he can't help feeling kind of relieved that Fay decided to keep things relatively small, insisting only on the dog ears and tail. ]

I guess I'm not the only one who let someone else dress me for tonight, huh?

[toobig]

[He looks over and ...his expression isn't very sympathetic.]

At least you got off easy.

[WOW HIS EMBARRASSMENT IS TURNING HIM COMPLETELY CYNICAL HE'S NOT SHY AT ALL]

[shut_up_idiot]

[ Youou doesn't blame him. As someone who's not in a dress he can deal with a bit less sympathy. ]

Yeah, I guess. I think he came to the conclusion that my annoyance at the nickname "big dog" was more amusing than my embarrassment at having to wear a skirt. What was yours excuse?

[ It's a very loving relationship. ]

[toobig]

[Bertholdt looks grim.]

I think my boyfriend has a fetish.