Pre-Halloween Party! [Multi, Mingling Thread]

[Yui]

At the sound of someone else's voice, Evelyn glances over. Next to her is the cutest maid she's ever seen! And this maid was complementing her outfit too! "Thank you!" Millie gratefully says back. "You're so cute! I love your costume too!"

She quickly fills up another cup of punch and hands it to the maid. "I'm Evelyn. But you can just call me Evie." She takes a sip of her own punch. When she lowers it, she has a little streak of red across her upper lip. She lets out a giggle. "The eyeballs are so funny!"

 

[Bowen]

@"Poptart"

Adder

He didn't party. It wasn't a rule or anything, simply fact. Parties were costly. They consumed resources he didn't have to spare. Money, time, energy. He had to control all of them.

This party was clearly different. For one, there was free food. For another... who needed another? Free food. He'd had a lot to eat during his captivity, especially after he went the route of tricking his captors into thinking that he was successfully being tamed, but he'd been on these streets for a solid week and it was... not the same as the city he was used to.

The people were different, the streets were different. Too many things were more controlled. He'd only found a place to sleep for more than a few wary hours two days ago, but sleeping during the day in a public park was still stressful. He just didn't get kicked out or harassed for it.

There was no point in worrying about that right now, though. Adder had a focus right now, and that focus was food... but from the looks of things - and the glares as he approached - he couldn't just join the party. Everyone else was dressed up as fanciful, clearly fake things, even when there was a real version of that thing present already. Fine. He would play along with the holiday, and suffer through having a plastic-y wolf mask on his upper face. It was the first thing he'd pulled out of the trunk, and it wouldn't interfere with his eating. It smelled horrible, though.

And then someone stuck something on his lower back, and just laughed when he turned and snarled at them. He caught something about 'really playing the part' through the haze of crowd-noise - his ears were already flattened as much as they could to block it out - and then saw that they had attached a fluffy grey tail to his shirt.

What. The. ****.

Well. It made people nod at him rather than squint in confused irritation, and that would allow him to navigate the mess of scent and noise that would undoubtedly give him a splitting headache soon. He slipped through the crowd, fluid and shadowed and often only noticed after he'd already gone on past.

... there were too many smells. Damn it, he'd have to rethink this a bit. Adder retreated to a slightly less populated area, a stand of weird fake coffin things, and scanned the crowd while his ears twitched and jumped at every change in the noise of the crowd. There had to be a way through it to the food.

 

[Eremes]

This s*** was getting old, and this was coming from a former prankster of the academy.

It couldn't even have been a half hour into being on call for a pre-halloween party when the call came in for security to deal with a problem. Speaking with dispatch over the phone, Gabriel had been informed that some prankster had let loose a huge number of spiders out onto the party goers. Numerous complaints were already coming in.

Gabriel honestly couldn't blame them. After the crap he had just put up with involving the recent "Zombee" attack his dislike of anything with six legs or more was at an all time high. That being said he couldn't let his temper get the better of him: he needed to approach the situation in as calm and collected a situation as he could, and try to figure out how to deal with the spiders in as safe a way as possible.

Pesticide seemed like the go-to solution, and the campus security officer didn't let up on it. Having stuffed a number of cans of pesticide into his motorcycle's storage, the security officer pulled into a nearby lot assigned for cars before starting his patrol on foot for mechanical spiders.

Oddly enough there wasn't much activity that Gabriel could spot. Then again, it was hard to tell what was normal and what wasn't in a Halloween party. People were dressed as all kinds of things. Gabriel even swore he spotted what had to have been a giant pile of slime sliding around on the ground and sliding over peoples feet. The hell was going on here? Gabriel felt surprisingly out of place, wearing sneakers, jeans, and a black button-up shirt with a dark-orange tie (for halloween). The only thing that likely didn't make him look like some kind of drifting office worker was the security badge on his chest.

This party was kinda bonkers, and Gabriel needed to find the person he had been told was in charge. Apparently the name that came up earlier that Gabriel could remember was Marina Bellemy. That was at least a place to start. Moving quietly over to the food tables where a number of people were gathered, the security officer believed that was the best place to start asking around.

Then he heard the first legitimate sign that something was wrong.

"Ah! G-Getitoff Geti-itoff!"

Turning over, he saw a young woman dressed as either a gypsie or a fortune teller. Despite his terrible costume identification skills, he immediately saw the source of the young woman's distress: a very, very large spider was crawling up her leg, and despite her rather impressive flailing the not-so-itsy-bitsy spider kept crawling up.

"Excuse me, let me help you ma'am..." Gabriel quickly offered as calmly as possible to the young woman (Emily).

Grabbing the spider while the young woman was flailing around was a difficult task, but somehow with a quick swish of his hand Gabriel's impressive precision managed it, snatching the spider up by one of its eight legs. The instant he held it, however, Gabriel could immediately tell something was wrong. This spider was heavy. Really heavy. Like holding a three-pound weight in your hand heavy. That meant that the spider was either suffering from severe weight issues (which, judging by its thin profile didn't look to be the case) or something else was up.

When the spider wriggled about trying to get a grip on Gabriel's hand, the security officer knew it was time to deal with it: he didn't want to get bitten. Yeah, it likely couldn't break his skin but it wasn't worth the possible risk of having to go to the infirmary. No, this thing needed to go away, and now. So, pulling his arm back, Gabriel readied his arm to launch the small weighty spider and...

"..holy s***, did you see that?! that guy just tossed that spider like nobody's buisness! he had to have sent it into orbit!" a voice called out through the crowd in the aftermath.

Well, it wasn't the intended result, but it had gotten the job done. Gabriel almost felt a little bad for the spider. Almost. he had also gotten the attention of a couple people standing around the table. He figured it was probably because he had just sent the first arachnid ever into space. Whatever the reason, it at least gave him a chance to get some attention to find the person he was looking for.

"Excuse me, if I could have your attention...I'm looking for a Marina Bellamy. If someone could point me in the right direction I would greatly appreciate it."

@"Poptart" @"Emy"

 

[Saryn]

Morgan had been preparing for this party for quite awhile, though she didnt make her costume until the last minute. She had been having an extremely difficult time figuring out what to wear, and all the stores where full of "sexy pirate" "sexy ninja" "sexy potato" and "sexy astronaut" outfits, not really her style. But something obvious had been staring her in the face the entire time.

She was wearing a very tradition looking summoners garb, with a long blue skirt, that had beautiful stars across it, it complimented her abilities, and in someway represented the school, in an attempt to remind everyone that she was perfect for the role of Student Council President, and of course she had the ultimate accessory, her spirits.

Currently Magmos was floating around beside her, refusing to change his normal outfit and wearing only his torn GI pants that where a billion years old, he was very stubborn when it came to shirts, as he felt it constricted his "flame". She approached Marina who she had worked with to plan everything, she was a Queen Bee with a crown and everything, though to be honest Marina was more like a princess, Morgan was the queen for now, though when she graduated she was sure Marina would take up the crown.

"Hello Marina, enjoying yourself so far?"

Magmos chimed in "You two planned this all yourselfs ah? Pretty nice party, be better if it had a bit more fire though." Magmos had a very grough voice, a contrast to Morgans.

@"Poptart"

 

[Tanau]

Ah, Halloween. A time where people dressed up as different things and one of those occasions in which lots of parties were held. At least that was the impression Tanau was getting. You wouldn't get holidays like this back where he was from; he'd only heard it from a friend after he got here. The idea of a holiday just for dressing up was amusing. So of course he was gonna show up to one of these parties, after hearing about it so much.

He rocked up in a red blazer and pants, a white shirt underneath and a red cowl on top. His most noticeable feature, however, was the skull mask that covered his entire head, complete with hinged jaws, shades and a magnificent black afro. Not to mention he was 6'4" now, a whole foot taller than he normally is, thanks to his ever convenient ability to extend his limbs and body.

So there he was, just wandering around, occasionally taking sips of soda through the opened jaws of his skull mask, when he felt something crawling up his leg. Oh, a fake mechanical spider. Definitely not edible, then...

Apparently he wasn't the only one that attracted robotic arachids; As he looked around he could see the HILARIOUS reactions of others amongst the crowd to these spiders. He HAD to get this on video! With a snicker, he took out a smartphone and started recording.

 

[Kit]

@"Claire"

Someone approached Arlette. Someone in a costume she didn't recognize, probably from a movie or tv show or something. But it looked nice, she had to admit. Looked like she spent plenty of time working on it. Unless she bought it, of course. But Arlette wasn't quite sure either way. She also noticed someone else behind the girl, but she was the only one to speak.

Arlette smiled politely, like a silent greeting, as the two approached her and the girl asked about her scythe. She adjusted her grip on the handle, nodding in response to her. <b>"Yeah, actually. I, well, used my powers to make it."</b> She didn't know why she hesitated at first. Maybe she still wasn't used to being open about her powers. She thought it was ridiculous, because she shouldn't be so weird about it after all this time. She cleared her throat, and in a more confident tone she continued, <b>"At first I was just going to go as a regular grim reaper, but then I decided to add my own little twist."</b>

Arlette looked at the girl's costume, gnawing at her lip in thought. <b>"What's your outfit, anyway? It's very cool."</b>

 

[Bowen]

@"Oliv"

Lima-Sierra

Oh hey a person. A lonely person! Lima-Sierra could help with that, and would! Plus this person was visually more like what the slime was used to seeing, and not coated with extra layers of fabric and plastic and whatnot in order to look like something else.

How the slime was capable of sight, being an amorphous blob of jelly, was a question for another time. For now, Lima-Sierra just slimed across Nicholas's lower body.

"Hi!"

 

[Kyp]

@"Poptart"
Irie had been sleeping inside a tunnel in this tree-y place on the island, but now there were people shouting and screaming and Irie couldn't sleep. The little silver bat squeaked happily as she flew out into the fresh air, leaving a glittering trail of multicoloured sparkles behind her. Irie circled around outside once, then promptly flew into one of the fluffy white things covering one of the trees. The spider web wound around her as she attempted to wriggle free, eventually tearing from the tree and causing her to crashland on something fluffy and soft, and kinda high up.
The chittering little bat inchwormed through the fluffy soft stuff and peered down onto the face of the person who's head she fell on.
"Irie fewl. Irie stuck!"

 

[Unseen]

Nix Holmes

Nix was dressed up as Tony Stark in a business suit and sunglasses. Nix watched his little brother literally bounce up and down and bothering random people. He sighed. Griffin is a bit of a pain sometimes. "Don't bother people too much." Nix muttered to his younger sibling. Nix went towards the food leaving his brother to do whatever.
Griffin Holmes

Griffin was dressed up as Iron Man. He was told by Nix to not bug anyone too much but Nix is such a bore. "Whatever Nix" Griffin made an Iron Man attack stance at some random person. The person just ignored him so Griffin hopped along. Griffin noticed Nix had wandered off maybe he could find someone fun more to be with.
Dr. Thor Chase

Chase had been pretty lazy. He just decided to wear his doctor coat. A lot of people dress up as doctors for halloween so why cant he? Sure, he is a doctor so it's not much of a costume but he didn't really have anything else right now. Chase walked towards the party. He has never really liked parties because Chase is such an introvert but he can't just not show up! Chase sighed and put his hands in his lab coat. He didn't really know who to talk to.
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[Iridian Death]

Roman had never been to a party, but he did like the idea of Halloween. Dressing up was fun, and he'd managed to think of a decent costume. It was so easy to get a zombie costume. He already had one, a white shirt, with a ketchup stain, and ripped jeans, and old shoes, and BAM! Zombie costume. Sorta. The funnest bit though, of course, was the sweets. They were free. Despite that, he decided a sugar overload was not the best idea.

So, instead, he decided there would be a decent friend to meet, somewhere. And that's when he noticed someone he found interesting. A person who was two or three inches taller than him, which was not very much, and made Roman excited. People his age! Sure, adults and teens were cool, but even a mature person required other children. Making his way over to the other boy, he gulped at the unfamiliar costume in the blurringly bright gold next to the duller red, before clearing his throat.

"Hello." He offered a conversation.

@Unseen