OPEN

[northborn]

who ; Open to everyone
what ; Eric's Halloween party
where ; The End of Line club
when ; After dark on Oct 31st.
warning(s) ; This is a group log, so ratings and warnings will vary by thread.

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WEAPON/COAT CHECK

[northborn]

Re: WEAPON/COAT CHECK

[coffinupsupes]

"I don't think it's a threat to ninety-nine-point-nine percent of everybody here. It's not like I have super strength, or anything."

Sookie kind of wanted to keep the trowel. It looked a little bit odd coupled with the cheap tooth fairy costume -- complete with glittery wings and, well, glittery everything -- but she could snap the star-tipped wand that came with the costume in one hand. And she wanted the leotard under her sparkly pink tutu to be a thousand miles away from her asshole, because right then she had the worst wedgie.

The worst. Sookie needed a restroom to adjust herself in, stat.

[slyfive]

Showing up in a dress for once in her short life -- Foxface was never the kind to get dressed up, but tonight she had settled with some sort of replica of Katniss. She's not very proud of it -- though she was envious of them, how they'd seemed to be on fire -- but she does look like she's burning, dress reflecting light and making her hair look even redder than normal.

"I say keep it, they already took away my knives." She's just a little bit mad about that, no big.

[coffinupsupes]

Whoever the lady was, she knew how to pick an outfit. Sookie felt more than a little outrageous standing next to her, shuffling her feet like an awkward adolescent trying to disguise the material riding up her crack.

"No offense, but I could see why they'd confiscate blades." She did her best to sound apologetic, getting the sense that the woman's knives were important to her in some way. Mentally excusing herself for the rudeness of using her telepathy on the first person she encountered (in the name of being safe around someone who'd bring knives to a casual party!), Sookie smiled brightly and reached out with her mind to peek at what Foxface was thinking-- if she could.

LOUNGE

[northborn]

[knight4darkness]

Less than an hour of using it, and Nemesis was already reconsidering the installation of the holomatter generator. He knew that this was mostly because he was unfamiliar with it, but he still felt like he was ignoring his body to put on a puppet show for those gathered. And the effort felt...wasted, already.

It's new. You'll get used to it.

Flexing his hand and examining it, he wasn't so sure. But at least it fooled his base sensors, or at least the one that followed the holomatter form. The only question would be as to if it would convince others.

LMAO hit enter too soon...

[scratchback]

As much as he likes mingling, Knock Out can't help but check back on his little pet project every so often. Convoy isn't exactly the most outgoing of 'bots, but he'd been hoping that handing him a better method of interacting with the locals would make him at least a little more extroverted.

He slides up to Convoy with a sigh, invading his personal space like it's his Primus-given right to be there, and taps the other holoform square in the chest.

"I didn't waste all that time just so you could be a wallflower, you know."

GJ!

[knight4darkness]

Even knowing Knock Out is a good few meters away, it feels like he's right up there. But the disassociation is enough so that he only looks down at the finger, arching an eyebrow.

"The only sort of crowd I'm comfortable with is the sort I'm plowing through."

Killing optional.

DANCE FLOOR

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[wilywilyways]

Everybody ought to look out because there was a destructive force of nature on the dance floor, and her name was Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall. Little do the citizens of Kirkwall know, she also considered herself to the the champion of--

Swing. Thrust. Pivot.

--Dance. Aww, yeah.

[a_perfect_end]

So, all he knows is how to walk backwards to the beat, but that's not gonna stop him from almost crashing into trading moves with a force of nature like herself.

[wilywilyways]

Oh shit, somebody was getting all up in her mage grill puttin' out moves like it would never go out of style. The Champion had to put the man out of business, lest he think to usurp the dancing throne.

Hawke seized Clu by the hand and tried to spin him, too drunk to care about height logistics.

BAR

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BAR

[lets_roooock]

Vasquez hated turning in the 9 mil. HAAAATED it. But, still. Booze. God knows she needed a fucking drink. If there was a problem getting it back? Well, let's just say that PFC Jenette Vasquez would not be the only one with a problem.

Till then, she'd help herself to some swank--she was already eyeballing the catering table. Nice place. The kind that probably wisely didn't tend to let in USCM. So she felt a bit like she was thumbing her nose to The Man just leaning against the bar.

"So," she said, "Who I gotta fuck around here to get the good stuff?"

[scratchback]

Knock Out can't help but stick his nose in everyone's business, even if said business isn't the most... friendly looking wallflower in the bunch. His holoform sidles up to the bar, for all intents and purposes as human as anyone else (ahah) in the room, and grins.

"I doubt you need to fuck anyone. Everything is fully stocked, the bar is automated, and unless I read the memo wrong, our gracious host is footing the bill."

He turns and waves over the nearest serving drone, placing an order just to prove his point. Not that he can drink it, but keeping up appearances is just so fun. He smirks at her slightly as the robot mixes his order.

"Simple as that."

[lets_roooock]

"Well, what? Maybe I was going for a two-fer." Oh this one looks uptight and squaaaaare. It's always fun to freak out the Respectable Citizens. Have a sly grin, Suit.

"And I meant the good stuff. You can't tell me you don't believe there's not some high end shit he's keeping away from the grunts." Seriously, no one is that naive.

She tilts her head back over the bar, over her shoulder. "Kamikaze. Real lime juice."

CATERING TABLES

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[notjelly]

Camille doesn't care that she wasn't actually asked to cater this party. She is doing so anyway, sneaking in extra trays of pastries and pies and hors d'oeuvres. And also lots of cookies and tea, for the people here who don't want alcohol.

She's hovering around the tables, making sure everything is stocked and eyeing the dance floor. She's currently wearing a green-skinned, pointed-eared humanoid form. A lower-end High Sidhe to the discerning eye, but anyway. She's also wearing troll horns and a slinky dark blue dress with a ridiculously high slit and lace across the front. It's pretty sexy, in a sort of alien, otherworldly sort of way.

[slyfive]

Just.

Eyeing those tables hungrily.

Foxface knows that does doesn't eat properly -- a meal here, a bite of some berries there -- but she's starting to realize that maybe she should settle down again. After all, her parents (dead though they might be, maybe, she's not sure any more) wouldn't approve. Or anyone, really. She wonders if she'd have lived like this back at home.

"Hey." Trying to resist the urge to say mean things. That would deter her from the goal of food. "I-- can...I have one?" God, that was such a pained, forced polite question. She really just wanted to grab one and run.

[notjelly]

Camille recognizes the voice and also sees her sneaking up, but she's prepared to let her get juuuust close enough to smell the food before smacking her down. That is, until the girl speaks.

She turns very slowly to look at her, face completely expressionless, angular elfin eyes full of the centuries of wisdom and disinterest. The cold stare of a High Sidhe. She fixes the girl with that stare for a long minute.

Then smiles brightly.

"Oho! The little fox is out of her den and begging for treats? Or maybe she's learned to be polite? You're lucky, foxgirl, Summersend is a time of forgiveness! You can have as much as you want~"