Halloween Gala

[wildlyconflictd]

Pepper couldn't remember the last time she felt so harried. Planning something this large on what was essentially short notice would have been taxing back home, but was all the more difficult on the island, which lacked most of the conveniences that made party planning actually enjoyable

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[leftwithmybones]

It's not like McCoy's a party person. It's just that he knows one of the hosts and there's alcohol. Hell, there's alcohol. That'd get him interested alone. He knows that costumes are a necessity, but isn't exactly intending to doll himself up, so he just slides into his Starfleet uniform and heads straight for the bar when he arrives. He feels like he deserves it.

Not to mention he doesn't want to even spend too long thinking about the creatures lurking around them. Goddamn strange island. Apparently even paradise couldn't just be normal.

[un_gloved]

"Hiya, doc," Rogue greeted, absently tweeking the cufflink on her cuff. Of course it wasn't attached to a sleeve, so it was essential.

"Reckon that's cheatin'." It wasn't a costume if it was your uniform. She hadn't worn hers.

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy arches a brow as he sees her approaching. "This might be cheating, but what you're wearing is downright illegal in some goddamn states," he informs her, eyes casting down to look at the ankle instead of any of the skin on display. "How's that foot?"

[un_gloved]

She laughed a little, absently crossing her arms in front of herself, hands on her shoulder.

"Yeah, well, it's just me holdin' up my end of a bargain. Serves me right." She tucked her knees together and turned her previously injured foot out, unconsciously mimicking one of the poses more frequently associated with her costume.

"It's much better! I did everythin' you said, took real good care of it. Promise."

[robin_sparkles]

Robin's pretty sure she knows the one place that she's not gravitating to during the evening and that's the bar that Nixon is manning. She's in a Wonder Woman costume and feels pretty good about her legs that Lily says go on and on and on. And maybe if she had a cloak of invisibility, she would feel better.

But she had to get over the whole avoidance thing at some point. Why not now? She could totally be Wonderful about this, damn it.

[not_a_quaker]

I'm not sure who Robin's supposed to be dressed as, but she looks gorgeous as usual. "Hey," I say, absently adjusting one of the wrist braces on my own costume. "How are you?"

[robin_sparkles]

Robin took her time studying Richard and arched her brow, impressed with the guts it took to wear a costume like that. "Me?" she replied with a grin, a little proud of it. "Wonder Woman," she said, crossing her wrists together. "I can deflect bullets, I've got a lasso of truth and killer legs," she joked, sticking one out. "And you look incredible in that," she praised. "That costume almost makes my wariness for this holiday vanish like...completely."

[not_a_quaker]

"You look beautiful," I tell her, then glance down at myself with a slightly self-conscious smile. "Thanks. It was the least offensive thing the clothes box would give me, believe it or not."

[king_ofkings]

The first time that Adrian had met the man that had inspired his costume, he had been young and motivated, inspired to change the world. Now, dressed as Mr. David Bowie, he was older and had changed the world, but had mandated sacrifice to do precisely that. It wasn't the most ideal of circumstances, but perhaps it was how the world was supposed to be.

Now, here, he didn't worry of those consequences. He only dealt with parties and social acquaintances and arrangements well-made.

[gonewiththereap]

If costumes hadn't been mandated, Daisy might have slipped into the party with a little innocent 'who, me?' act with her own clothes, saying that she's just the ghost of something yet to come. She finds herself a cute little milkmaid outfit with a skirt far too indecent for any milkmaid with innocence left and has braided her platinum hair as she circles the party.

This isn't a day like it would be back on Earth. She doesn't need a mask here to hide her true face because everyone sees her true face day to day. The dead are visible to the living 24-7 on fun ol' Tabula Rasa.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron stepped up next to Daisy, easy as you please, and looped one arm through Daisy's. "Don't you look charming, sugar?" she praised, looking sideways over at her former roommate. "That little skirt's perfect for a roll in the hay." Daisy knew about Warrick, since Saffron had told all of the club's employees what was going on before she put up the notice yesterday afternoon, but she wanted to try and have fun tonight, and she was pretty sure Daisy would understand that.

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy takes a long look at Helen and tries not to look too sympathetic. She's not the kind of girl who sits there patting someone's back and telling them it's going to be okay. She's more the sort that hands over a drink and gets absolutely wasted. "Well, I don't know that any men are ready to roll me in the hay, but if they do, I owe you a drink," Daisy assures. "What about you? Have any prospects?"

[poison_lipstick]

"Always, sugar," Saffron replied with a playful wink, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm playing the field tonight. No plans, just seeing where the night takes me."

[more_keys]

Graham Dalton wasn't the party type. He hadn't been for a very long time. The last few he'd been dragged to, he spent the night sitting in a darkened corner, on a couch or even on the floor, watching from a safe distance, waiting until maybe someone interesting came to him.

But the day was too interesting to play the shut-in, and he ventured out while it was still light, wandering to the compound and taking a detour to the clothes box when he saw the party announcement on the bulletin board.

So he ended up on a side of the island he rarely went to, weaving in and out of a crowd of mostly strangers, camera bag slung over his shoulder and dressed as a priest.

In a twisted way, it was kind of appropriate.

[ladybuggger]

Jen really loves her costume, even though the wig's making her head a little hot. What she hasn't anticipated, though, is how the big wide skirt is making it a little difficult to navigate her way through the crowd. She's trying to work her way over to the bar when she gets a little jostled and ends up stumbling and practically falling into some guy dressed like a priest who looks just like James Spader. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she says with an embarrassed smile, trying not to fall completely onto him. "I'm starting to think maybe this costume wasn't a good idea."

[more_keys]

"No, ah-- No harm done," he said with a friendly smile, brushing a drop of his splattered drink from his shirt after he'd made sure she was steady on her feet. "I'm not... well, I'm not sure but I think that costume might be worth the inconvenience."

[ladybuggger]

She's pretty much gotten used to seeing famous people who are actually one of the characters they've played, but every once in a while she runs into someone who gets her a little starstruck, and James Spader fits that category. Jen smiles shyly once she's solidly on both feet and smooths her skirts. "Oh, uh, thanks," she replies, hoping that was actually a compliment and she didn't just make herself look like a weirdo by thanking him. "I just really love the movie, and I've never really done anything quite this, uh, big for Halloween so I figured why not."