#{ event | halloween threads }

[ziggykyeons]

for: @aurorabaystarter // closed as of 08/10/24.

where: sunrise winery

"Be honest," Ziggy all but demands, his carving knife in hand as he stands beside his freshly carved pumpkin to present it, "Does this look like complete garbage or is it kind of giving?"

[kotaromita]

Open Thread [Halloween Event, Mermaid AU]

The week leading up to Halloween the harbor was often crowded with yacht filled with rich teens partying where they were less likely to be caught drinking and getting high. The word Halloween didn't have much of a meaning for merfolk, but to Kotoro he'd come to associate it with an excess of observation opportunities. The music resonating off the boat Kotaro had currently suctioned himself onto was nothing like the hypnotic operatic of merfolk. He could feel it reverberate through his body; drums rattling his ribs and bass shaking his core. With a wet pop he pulls himself free from the side of the yacht to swim away just a little bit. It's easier to watch the human silhouettes dance when he isn't sidled up right next to it.

The LED lights reflect brightly in Kotaro's wide silvery eyes. How fun and exciting. There were bright lights at the bottom of the sea, too, but not in this many colors. Mermaids danced when they sang, but not this erratic and passionately. Suddenly, a human approaches the edge of the ship to look into the dark waters below. Kotaro sinks a bit deeper, letting his hair wave around his head to blend into the waves. Would this human sing too? Sing and rap and dance? His eyes shine in the dark, watching with rapt attention.

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @macaulaymontgomery

where: sharky’s halloween party

"How do I look?" Mack asks as he lowers his lanky self down to a height that was more eye-level with his unusually glamorous sister, adjusting his wig as he asks, "Like, if you look passed the Longlegs of it all. To my heart."

[bal-masque-des-grands-chapeaux]

The Refreshments

While the tables are filled with drinks and food, there is one particular corner of the room that has taken inspiration from modern times in a very specific way.

Welcome to the Open Bar, where a relaxed looking man in a grey cuckoo mask and a dark green suit is serving drinks.

"Welcome, folks, to this lil' slice of heaven.

We've got fine wines here- Bordeaux, Burgundy, that sweet Sauternes stuff. For those with a taste for the stronger stuff, there's Armagnac, Cognac, and that green fairy called Absinthe.

Feeling adventurous? Try some rum from the colonies or whisky from those Scots. Got what those Americans call 'cocktails' and 'mocktails' for those who don't want to end up like poor Coco. And we've rustled up some cider and beer, too.

Just don't tell the Emperor we're servin' anything not made in France, ya hear?"

Nearby, a man in a giraffe mask is watching with fascination as a grinning androgynous shadowy figure in an octopus mask fits an increasing number of canapés in their toothy mouth. Both of these two are wearing yellow and blue suits.

"That is way too much," says the cuckoo-masked bartender.

"On the contrary, I'm rather envious!" says the giraffe-masked man.

Feel free to respond to this thread, chat to the bartender or the two weirdos, chat among yourselves, order drinks and just relax here.

Or, you can go back to the entrance, go mingle with people, check out the table groaning under the weight of a bunch of presents or look at the diversions table.

[anikabooker]

when,  — three days before the grand opening of nouveau closed  — @reidhalstead Continued from: HERE

The cold felt nice — like tiny stabs against her skin. Not sharp enough to draw blood, but just enough to keep her focused. In the distance someone shouted about theft, but those lights coming from the windows across were so shiny, and so bright, and when she stared for longer they almost changed colors, and all that shouting was drowned out. Reid's words made her aware just how much she's had to drink — his voice wobbly and somewhat higher, strangely louder in her ears. Maybe he was just laughing, and she failed to recognise the signs — green hues capturing him then, focusing on those wrinckles around his mouth, and how the full, pink lines stretched and teeth showed.

Where their feet pounded along the pavement, the town looked less ominous, the shadows lingering between them — less menacing. She laughed, too. No idea what for. What the hell were they even talking about? Something, something, Rose — something, bathroom — something, whispers, something —

Anika felt like she was being stranded at sea, with no fucking clue how morse code worked.

And it didn't fucking help that her attention was like a fly. Here one moment, gone the next. Just when one thing caught her eyes, another pulled her by the ear. Did she really need to know what he was saying, anyway? Would he shut up, if she just nodded along and — But then it clicked.

She almost chocked on the whiskey going down her throat. "You did not just seriously ask me that." her head shook from side to side, slowly. Then her bright, glazy eyes stared at him with all the seriousness she could muster, and said: "You're drunk." in that accusatory tone, like she hadn't had a drop of alcohol all night. Like she was nothing but a victim to his foolishness. "And stupid. Like a newborn — or something."

[niaxbailey]

@levibecker Event: Halloween Party @ Golden Hour Beach Bar. Easily qualified as more of a social butterfly than her partner-in-crime Nia'd lost Levi in the crowd when she'd gone squeal-screaming toward Holly. Still, as she'd bopped around to locate several friendly faces done up with makeup or masks for the festivities Nia had also kept a consistent eye out for her taller half. Though the fact he was a human tree did her very little good in spotting him, as when she did it was sat bar side. With a grin, she'd shot him a teasing text. NIA: That doesn't look like much of a party over there 🙄 NIA: not channeling your inner dapper gent? 😎 NIA: I take that back NIA: handsome & brooding at the bar is in character Nia looked up from her phone to engage with her company. Then, as swiftly as was acceptable, she found a polite way to exit the conversation with a local business owner. Once she was free, the woman made a beeline for the bar. She slowed her steps as she approached, exaggerating the sway of her dress as she came to a stop. "This seat taken?" she'd ask but effortlessly slipped onto the stool without waiting for permission. Nia turned, knees in, and planted an elbow onto the cool hard bar top. Her chin fell into her palm and she flashed Levi her usual mile-wide smile. "Hope you were lookin' for company because you found it."

[atlasnolan]

closed for: @scottienolan + @lorelailewis

where: aurora bay police department

"Scottie. Nolan."

If Atlas had to repeat himself one more time to the station desk clerk, he was going to lose his cool and end up hauled into one of the holding cells that he knows his sister was currently in. Lori telling him that Scottie had gotten herself arrested had managed to mostly sober him up, enough to have called her former foster father on the way so they he could secure actual bail money.

Just as the woman was about to say once again that there was no one by that name there tonight, Atlas tries something he doesn't want to work.

"Scarlett. Try Scarlett Nolan then, and don't fucking call her that if you know what's good for you."

He's not intending to be threatening as he makes his way back to the waiting area for her to be released before he could be issued with another warning to calm down. It was just impossible for him to play any sort of nice where cops were involved, even if it sounded like Scottie was reaping the rewards of a stupid move.

[eyesofcuriosity]

🎃HELLO GHOSTS AND/OR GHOULS!🎃

You have been randomly selected for this years All Hallows Eve Wing-Ding. If you wish to partake in the seasonal fun, then please see below for the "costumes" available to you at this time. Select one and YOU'RE DONE! This promotion spans until November 1st, where all changes will henceforth be rescinded. Please tag all posts with "#Halloween Event".

Disregard if there is no desire to participate.

WeAreNotHeldResponsibleForAnyDuress,Physical,OrEmotionalyInclinedToOurProducts.SideEffectsMayInclude,ButAreNotLimitedTo;ChangesInAppetite,Stature,MoralAlignment,Vision,Heliophobia,Anthropophobia,Nausea,ExtraOrReductionOfLimbs,BloodLust,Etc.UsersDiscressionAdvised.

PLEASE CHOOSE ONE TO PARTICIPATE:

Harpie

Golem

Undead

"Oh I do like events!" she was excited but that lasted for a short while once she saw the list of costumes. It seemed harmless enough right? Reading through her mind settles on a Harpie! "This is rather peculiar hmm....hey why...? " before she could pose a question it felt if someone poked her in the forehead. For a moment she lost balance and began to stumble.

Her back and feet felt heavier. What's going on? As if she were a baby chick, she forgot to walk properly. She fell onto the ground, only to be greeted with a pair of sharp talons instead of her feat!!!

"What in the world?!? " she squeaks and flutters her wings.....WINGS? Feeling a new pair of limbs on her back she whips her head to look at a pair of brown and white large wings......

"How am I supposed to do my daily ....anything like this??!"

[melodybottles]

ventuswill

[nomadjones]

closed for: @aiden-stevens

where: sharky’s halloween party

Numerous trips to the bar meant trips to the bathroom were unavoidable. Dallas made his way through the crowd on a return from one of the very same, feeling both warmed by the whiskey he had been drinking most of the night and somewhat overheated from having a leather jacket on in a place that rammed.

He had thought he gamed the bar-space when he made his way through a less densely populated part closest to the wall, where he had no chance of knocking into someone.

He hadn't anticipated that someone would have knocked into him.

There's no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't have even noticed it through his buzz if it wasn't for sudden dampness at his stomach where his white tank top was now drenched in what was dark enough to be Coke or Pepsi and what caught his nostrils with the unmistakable whiff of Jack Daniels.

He lets out and irritated breath as he pinches the fabric and holds it away from his skin, waiting a couple of seconds for an apology that didn't come.

"You got any plans this side of the century to say sorry?"

[beck-hartman]

WHO: Beck & @sadiextuck WHERE: Benefactor’s mansion, Halloween Masquerade WHEN: October 28, 2023

"Clever as the devil?" Beck guessed on a theme behind the ensemble his friend wore, "or just red?" It was never a bad time to catch up with Sadie, especially when it made events like this feel like a high school dance instead of something that was supposed to be highbrow and fancy. Despite being Team Jilted Boyfriend once upon a time, that felt like a million years ago. They were adults now, or well, she was. He was something resembling one. Popping one of the hors d'oeuvres in his mouth, he mumbled, "on a scale of 1 to Gordon Ramsey, how judgy are you being about the food tonight? Because I'd say it's pretty tasty, but my palate may be less refined and I don't want to look like an idiot."

[emilmoreno]

@nataliedcluca Event: Halloween Party @ Golden Hour Beach Bar. "A'ight, alright... here me out." Emil was a little extra lively, the buzz of alcohol alight in his veins. So far, he'd been thoroughly enjoying himself. Letting go of the worries that awaited him come the reality of tomorrow morning. That and the potential for a hangover. "You think they'd hire me as a mascot?" His grin was a mile wide, brows raised in a playful waggle, and he struck a pose in front of his friend. A mostly empty beer bottle in one hand, and his orange tail in the other. Trying to swing it in a way that didn't look ridiculous. A task that was proving difficult. "Okay, so I don't got the tail bit down yet but I think I could hack it." His laugh nestled in his throat, "—but hey it's one way to get back out on the field yeah?" Emil was pretty sure there was something about it that would always call to him, even if he'd accepted that his dreams of a proper career in the Big Leagues had long since sailed. "You think owning a fur suit would help or hurt my luck with ladies?" Amusement clung to his words, "Honestly. Jokes aside, I don't think I could do it. I get a little claustrophobic an' I think these ears are about as close as I'm getting to strutting around like Tony the Tiger."

[keolalagaaia]

closed for: @itsisla-dubois

where: sharky’s monster mash

“Isla, hey,” Keo greets with all the carefulness of a bomb technician once he realised who Marie Antoinette was. He was never sure which Isla he would get on any given day — the pleasant one, the petulant one or the numerous ones in between — until she opened her mouth.

( One thing he could never call her was boring. )

“You having a good time?”

[ziggykyeons]

for: @spencer-sarmiento

where: sharky’s monster mash

The audacity, quite frankly, was getting to be too much.

After losing sight of Hercules when he slipped from his grasp and busied himself with a pretty girl Chucky and what he assumed was supposed to be a Dom Toretto in eyeliner, Ziggy had assumed that he must have went home and they were destined to be a missed connection.

( That was until he spotted a pair of well-defined calves on blatant display like Harlotcules still very much present at Sharkys. )

Had he had two less drinks that night and a modicum of insecurity in his own sauce he might have left it at not meant to be, but that wasn't Ziggy.

It's short work to make his way over to his man-who-most-definitely-wasn't-his-man, greeting him with a spank to an ass that was as perfectly-shaped as he thought it would be.

"You can't shake me that easily, Hunkules."

[bal-masque-des-grands-chapeaux]

General Chatting and Mingling

At a grand ball like this, there are many things to do- but one of the primary activities is surely the most fulfilling and scandalous of them all... gossiping!

This is a general thread for in-character chatting and gossiping with other party attendees, if you'd like. Even if you did not receive an invitation to this ball, you are welcome to come chat here or in one of the three other activity threads.

You can also dance here, if you have a willing dance partner.

The hosts of the ball and their staff are around and can be approached for a conversation, if you wish, though they may be quite busy. A man in the mask of a ram is loudly making deliberately and obviously wrong guesses as to who is under what mask. A man with a leopard mask is holding the arm of a woman in the mask of a lioness. A man with powdered hair in a unicorn mask is watching the dancing.

A woman with a fluffy bumblebee mask is chatting to the doorwoman with the canary mask, and both of them are wearing sharp yellow and blue suits.

You can stay and chat or dance, or you can go back to the entrance, look at the diversions, check out the table groaning under the weight of a bunch of presents or attend to your thirst at the refreshments station.

[luckylewis]

closed for: @macaulaymontgomery

where: sharky’s halloween party

"Mac, macmacmac, you're not allowed leave me," Lucky says to his girlfriend after he re-finds her, taking her hand in his and tugging her closer to him.

( He meant for the night but if she wanted to assume he was talking in extremes and meant ever, he had no objections to that. )

"Madison called me Patrick Swayze," His words come with a slight frown that always appeared when he spoke of his nemesis, one he would never be free of due to their mutual adoration of her boyfriend, "Can you believe that?"