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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[spirited_hero]

[realnicetrip]

"Horns and a halo?" Harry said, drifting in Zell's direction, the meagre effect of his cheapskate ghost outfit spoiled a little by the way he had to hitch it up to avoid tripping over the edges. "I like it. Very symbolic. Not sure of what, but definitely symbolic."

One of his hands disappeared under his sheet as he took another sip of his drink. "Jeez, it's been a hell of a day, hasn't it?"

[spirited_hero]

[realnicetrip]

"Oh yeah, I noticed that guy with the Cupid costume, that one was really good. Those wings looked almost real," Harry said. Or maybe he was having a hard time seeing through the eyeholes in the sheet.

"This isn't really much of a costume - best I could do at such short notice and there was no way I was going to rely on the clothes box," he said. "I think you coulda done much worse, given its sense of humour."

[little_moons]

It's already been a long fuckin' night. Today shouldn't seem any weirder than any of the other dozen or so times the island's fucked with us, but it's like we've dropped into a goddamn eighties music video and that is somethin' you don't see every day.

Trick or treating with the girls, dressed in coordinated angel and devil costumes -- too bad Tom put his foot down about the tiny army fatigues -- went off without a hitch, even with the zombies and impotent vampires and cuddly werewolves roaming the paths.

So, by the time I make it to the party, in my fuckin' awesome Van Helsing costume, it's already pretty late.

I grab a drink, right off, and get to work on catching up.

[willbewonderful]

Duck's still got sporting Sunny's tiara - his tiara now, he supposes, and even if it isn't, the bobby pins shoved into his hair mean it's going to be there for a good, long time. He doesn't mind, he got out of the accompanying fairy wings.

He steps back at the sight of Neil, eyes crinkling at the edges. "What're you then?" he asks. "Captain Von Trapp?"

[little_moons]

"Van Helsing," I mutter flatly, a smirk twitching around the corners of my mouth, "Nice crown, princess."

[willbewonderful]

"Hey, could be a lot worse," Duck laughs, touching his calloused fingers delicately to the metal. "Shoulda seen the rest of what Sunny laid out for me."

[weary_head]

They made for a stunning, if gruesome parade.

Close to a dozen zombies were gathered on the mountainside, trailing slowly upwards in as straight a path as their ruined limbs would allow. On an island momentarily sloppy with the undead, it wasn't their fluttering, tattered clothes that made them stand out, and neither was it their ghoulish, rotting faces.

It was their fabulous synchronized dance and three part harmonies.

"Yeah!" shouted Dean, square in the center of the slow moving party. "Second verse, same as the first sixty times we sang it!" The zombies tittered excitedly, and Dean opened the verse with a strong G from his guitar.

He'd picked them up near the hut. Both he and Sam had been quick to go for silver, but it soon became clear that the creatures thirsted not for flesh, but for some good old song and dance. Dean had picked up his guitar and played the first thing that came to mind - the Monster Mash. The creepy, undead bastards loved it, especially when Dean's mopey brother's mouth parted on a verse rather

[meet_sam]

Behind a tree, it stands, hidden in shadow, it's round burlap head peeking from around the trunk. It doesn't matter, no one can see, but behind the mask it is smiling, bouncing on its heels when the entire hoard does a perfectly skilled three-sixty spin.

They draw nearer and with a gleeful giggle, it darts out of its hiding place and tears across the clearing, sack full of treats bumping along the rocky ground. With a fistful of the bottom hem of the man's shorts, Samhain gives a tug, and in the other tiny, outstretched fist is a neatly wrapped chocolate bar.

[weary_head]

Dean looked down, fingers still finding the chords with ease, having already played them about a hundred times in a row already. That is, until Dean saw the chocolate.

"Well hey, little man," he greeted, grinning down at the kid in the costume. "Don't think that's how trick or treating works, but..." Damn, it was a king size.

Dean stretched out his hand. "Don't mind if I do."

[badblood_rising]

"Dude," Sam called out as he joined up with the pair, his long legs making easy work of it, especially since he didn't care if there were zombies following him in synchronized dance. "Are you seriously about to take candy from a b-- a little kid?"

He might as well have said baby, 'cause the kid didn't look big enough to be out on his own anyway. Sam looked down at him with a frown of concern. "Is your mom or dad around?"

[fear_no_words]

Uhura loved a good party, especially anything festive where people were guaranteed to have a good time. It seemed like all they ever did on the island was have a good time, as there was nothing else to do, but that didn't mean she'd look a gift horse in the mouth.

Months on the island had acted as a refresher course in late twentieth century popular culture, and with a timely suggestion on the part of the bookshelf, Uhura recognized the costume she'd plucked from the clothes box for what it was and wore it happily. Hopefully Catwoman wouldn't have any problem keeping the werewolves off her tail. They seemed pretty cuddly.

[un_gloved]

"Oh mah word," Rogue said, grinning fit to bust, "sugar, that just about takes the cake." She could just about forget the fact that she had a fluffy white pompom on her butt in the face of what a class act Uhura was. Her fangirlish heart was filled to the brim.

[fear_no_words]

Uhura took praise gracefully, and loved it. She dropped into the slightest curtsy, smiling broadly as she did. "It just looked like a purrfect fit," she replied, rising with an easy laugh. "And don't you look good enough to eat."

[un_gloved]

Rogue laughed a little, absently reaching up to straighten one ear, which promptly flopped back over again.

"It's kindova bet," she said, shrugging a little. "But thank ya kindly, all the same. I met one o'your crewmates th'other day. Real charmer."

[abbysciuto]

Abby had volunteered to volunteer at the Halloween almost in tribute to Warrick, but also because she genuinely liked bartending. The combination of bartenders was kind of fun, too. For a costume, she'd chosen her Marilyn outfit from a couple of years ago, all the way down to the wig. It was surprisingly itchless for a wig, and of course the rest of the outfit made her look very nice, if she did say so herself, which she did.

She swirled and twirled around behind the bar, flirting and making drinks and flirting some more. Warrick would have appreciated it, she was sure.

[nothingtomiss]

The 'dress blues and a sword' costume seems to have been provided mostly to amuse a certain RTO, but Brad's sort of amused too. And at least he feels at home in it. In a brief respite, he leans against the bar, watching Abby work. It's s familiar set up.

"Careful of suspect air-vents," he calls.

[abbysciuto]

Abby glanced up at Brad, and then glanced up and down, slowly. Mmm, Marine in dress blues, that was yummy, Technically she wasn't sure it was a costume if it was something he would have normally worn at home, even if he would have only worn it when forced to, but it looked good enough that no one would care.

"No air-vents back here, and even if there are, I have good reflexes," she chirped.

"Get you a drink, soldier?" she added, purring at him in her best Marilyn voice.

[nothingtomiss]

"Don't think that I won't spank you because you're dressed up as a cultural icon, Sciuto," says Brad, grinning and leaning against the bar.

"And, yeah, a drink would be good, thanks. One for Terry, too?"