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

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

D-do you always go doing this?

[comparative_insanity]

[He laughs, shaking his head while he fishes out a pair of bunny ears, grimaces and puts them back, and starts digging around once more.]

Well, not always. But I did bring along some things in case some people were trying to cheat not come dressed up~.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Cheat?

[... It's like she's never been to a proper halloween party. Ever.]

[comparative_insanity]

Well, you're supposed to be dressed up, right? [He tilts his head a little bit.] You've never been to a Halloween party before?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Haven't had many chances. Hate to say it, but this network's the closest to anything social I've had a chance for in my life, offline at least.

[comparative_insanity]

Oh. [His voice softens a little bit and his hands halt momentarily in an effort to straighten out a couple of black cat ears.] Well, it ain't like it's that strange to... you know, never having been good at the social thing at your age, right? [Said the man in a shiny white leotard accosting strange girls for kitty makeovers.]

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

It's... It's more than that.

[comparative_insanity]

[It would be easier to talk to the girl if she didn't look so much like the girl he remembered, the girl without memories. Her hair is a shade darker, her eyes not the same shade of green, but that didn't help much.

Nonetheless he nodded and sat down on the bench that was half buried beneath people's jackets.]

Can't seem to get the hang of people at all? Or is it just easier to be on your own?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

People aren't reliable. I trust devices more than people, really...

[comparative_insanity]

Well, can't say I know nothing about devices, but... well, people are unreliable, and they don't really make sense most of the time.

[He'll just grab her chin for a moment so that he can position the cat ears on her head, starting to secure them with a couple of hairpins.]

Does it make you feel lonely, though?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

[Rita freezes up for a few seconds as her chin is held... Then sighs.]

Maybe.

[comparative_insanity]

[Fay smiles encouragingly and starts rooting around in his bag once more until he finds a vanity case. He puts a steadying finger on her chin once more and starts applying the beginnings of suitable cat make-up.]

Well, maybe coming to this kind of place is good, then? We're all kinds of people here, so no one will think it's strange if you're a bit shy.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Still doesn't make it easy to just...

H-hang on! I didn't agree to make-up!

[comparative_insanity]

I know, sugar. But it might be a bit easier when there's less pressure like.

[He holds up a small hand mirror, showing her the rather minimally invasive changes he's applied so far.]

Don't worry, I wasn't planning on doing much more than this. No one likes the feeling of their face maybe peeling off if they move too suddenly, right?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

E-erm... I guess?

[comparative_insanity]

Thought so. [He grins pleasantly, adding a few finishing touches and then handing her a tail.] Here you go. It attaches with magnets, so just put one magnet on the inside of your clothes and hold the tail against it. I think you'll probably want to do that yourself.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

E-erm... Right.

*Rita... Starts positioning to put it in place.*