#e.halloweenrave24

[thephoebeyates]

— halloween rave, phantom manor. open ( @bluestarters  — cap at 3/3  )

After her birthday, Phoebe found herself exploring weird and magical worlds again, diving into the beloved children’s tales from the collection she had discovered in the back of her closet. She had already done Alice the year before, deciding to give Dorothy a go, in hopes of her friends joining in the trend and making it a group costume event. Except, that didn’t really pan out like she hoped, but she couldn’t deny everyone looked amazing anyway, despite the general lack of cohesiveness across the board. Still, she was happy with her choice, even finding the perfect red shoes, deciding to copy more from the movie than the book she had been reading.

However, with any costume with added props, there was always risk when it came to them getting cared for. “Who the hell keeps sneaking vape pens and empty cups in here?” She announced to no one in particular at the small pop-up bar of the rave, pulling out the offending items from the wicker basket she had been toting about all night, now resting on the bartop. There were also parts of costumes lining the bottom: felt masks, gloves, headbands snapped in two, frown deepening as she extracted each one, gently placing them on the surface provided. “Nice, real nice.”

[thecjonowelford]

— halloween rave, phantom manor. open ( @bluestarters  — cap at 3/3  )

CJ didn’t get scared. Not really. He fully believed in the afterlife, and monsters. He had seen Bigfoot in the flesh and no one would be able to take that from him. However, he didn’t like people jumping out at him. And on the way to the rave, may have flailed his hands a bit  too wildly as he rounded the corner, and smacked one of the actors right in the jaw. So there he was, by the entrance door to the party, perking up similar to that of a puppy hearing the ‘W’ word and hovering in anticipation, messing with his Batman mask — the hard, dark plastic a stark contrast to his bare chest — as he tried to ease the foreign feeling of anxiety in his gut.

“Dude, hey! D’y’know if the dude in the Jason mask is alright? Like from the corner?” He jumped to ask maybe the seventh or eighth person who came in through the door, as if they had any news or knew of the context of the situation at all.

[themadisynhuang]

— halloween rave, phantom manor. open ( @bluestarters  — cap at 3/3  )

Madisyn needed that first place prize. Like sure, she could afford the VIP bundle herself, but this was much more than swiping a credit card and calling it a day. It was about respect, it was about principle. It was about shoving it in that fucking bartender’s face! That was the thing about bar staff, at least from her observations arriving in this sleepy town months ago; they were selfish, passive aggressive, and loved a power trip. Of course, maybe it was unfair basing this off one person — Jeanie-Jaynie-Judas — but Madisyn Huang was usually right about these things. 

And another thing she was right about was that there was no point playing fair here. Halloween: the time people ask for tricks as well as treats. She needed that edge, thus got to work. Limitless vodka crans or red-wine based drinks staining the costumes when she ‘accidentally spilled’ on them, her heels catching the back of capes and long skirts, ripping them beyond repair, at least in the environment. Truly becoming the witch she was dressed as. Her latest task: self-doubt. “I mean, it’s like, y’know. I get the vision, babe. I really do. I really see it. Were you joining the costume contest? I like, totes heard the judges are like, super unfair about this whole thing.”

[thephoebeyates]

→ phoebe.yates94 uploaded a photo [october 31st 2024]

there's no place like home🌪️ 🏠👠(if only clicking my shoes got me home instead of waiting ages for an uber 🙃)

[thecjonowelford]

→ ceeeej_420 uploaded a photo [october 31st 2024]

holy shirtless pic batman!

[themadisynhuang]

— phantom manor, halloween rave. ft. philomena carmichael ( @guiltswept )

Sometimes Madi got that you did stuff for your art. For your look. But she considered being shoeless in some abandoned farmhouse a step too far. As the owner of the current Meadowview Farm — a modern descendant of the all-but-crumbling building repurposed into the seasonal attraction — she knew better than anyone that the floors just…weren’t clean.

So when she noticed the…bride? Whatever, in a wedding dress and no shoes, she had no choice but to stop her campaign of terror (ruining people’s costumes so she’d have a better chance of winning the costume contest) to go up to the stranger to interrogate them. “Are you seriously not wearing shoes?” Because there was no point beating around the bush. “Like, are you a runaway bride or something? Not even sneakers?”

[themadisynhuang]

Pulling a face at the magic carpet joke, Madi waited until she had flagged down the bartender and ordered her and Ziana their drinks, taking a sip of the speciality cocktail before responding. “Well, that or has a magic lamp, right?” Three wishes would definitely get the disgraced influencer far. She leaned back to people-watch, perhaps keeping a specific eye for blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. Better to know where your enemy was, to avoid being stabbed in the back a second time, after all.

Failing to check Grace, Madi did see someone else in a witch’s costume. Inevitable: the easiest costume to put together during the holiday to make you seem both sexy and festive, but still, it risked a potential threat to winning. “I’ll be right back.” She told Ziana, saccharine sweet, heading over to the dance floor and swilling the witch with the cocktail, before heading back to where they were standing. “Same again!” She instructed the less-than-amused bartender, serving her the drink with a glower she matched, before turning back to her friend, holding her cup up in a toast. “Here’s to a wicked night, babe!” 

End.

Well, Ziana couldn't really say too much against that. In another scenario she'd probably be playing the same game as Madi, just in a much harsher tone. The woman stood amused at her friend while also watching the man she was just talking to start to look over his costume in the distance. Poor guy, he never stood a real chance. Ziana followed her friend when prompted, feeling as if she definitely needed a drink by now.

Etes wandered about as she searched the area for Emir, wondering when she was going to run into him after texting him earlier. Her gaze finally tracked back to Madisyn when she made a comment on her costume, laughter falling from her as she thought it over. "Right, of course not my costume," she shook her head, fingers tapping against the bar now. "I might be, but only if he has the right magic carpet."

[themadisynhuang]

The Nightmare Before Christmas was one of those movies that Madi surprisingly had a good memory for, grinning widely at the idea. "I can see it, you'd make an excellent Sally." And that wasn't even a lie, more of an honest observation. When asked about her own costume history, Madi's smile softened, a sense of bittersweet nostalgia washing over her. "I mean, it's basic as fuck but a few years back my ex and I did the Joker and Harley Quinn. Margot's Harley, which is pretty sexy." Not Madisyn's first pick, but back then it was Dom's way or the high way.

"Mmhm, that's why I went more classic Halloween I think. Just fun!" That and she thought a twist on an iconic holiday staple would be a sure-fire way to earn her some points with the judges. Now her mouth no longer felt like cotton, Madi could taste just how awful the beer was, pulling a face. "Well, see you on stage babe when they announce the winners! If you excuse me!" And she went on her merry way to get herself a better drink.

End.

Dylan found her smile spreading at the compliment and nodded, "Yeah, I thought so too! My partner wanted to do somethin' Nightmare Before Christmas related which also would've been fun too and we could always do that one next year." She shared as she felt like maybe before then she would have time to actually watch the movie for her to understand the costume idea. Nodding along, the other woman was totally right, Dylan couldn't even recall if she had ever really done a sexy Halloween costume. If so it was definitely not since she moved to Blue Harbor, her costumes have been mostly just cute and fun. "Yeah, I think the closest I've gotten to sexy in the past few years was either when I was Buttercup from Princess Bride or Rosie the Riveter. But I wouldn't classify those really as sexy. What about you? You've got like a very outfit you've done in recent years?'

To say that Dylan was shocked when the woman just plucked a beer from someone else to drink it would have been an understatement. She had no idea what took over the woman, who definitely seem the type to want to share germs. She didn't know if she should ask her if she was okay or not. "Right, yeah I mean why not! I just kinda enter in every year at this point just 'cause. I don't actually ever pick somethin' that I think will win, but it's fun just to participate."

[thecjonowelford]

If only CJ could lie, then he’d be able to figure out some type of story that wouldn’t necessarily make him look like the bad guy for punching Jason Vorhees in the face. Especially at Rachel’s assuring beliefs that he apologized…instead of just panicking and running away. “Um, yeah, sure, totally.” He murmured, a string of agreeable words being thrown together rather than technically lying, a total loophole. 

He was about to offer Rachel a drink or something, pausing when the door opened and he made eye contact with a surly looking man, ear piece in place, wearing a jacket that — if CJ could hazard a guess — most likely said ‘security’ on the back. It took him a second to work out if it was a costume or not, but when the guy pointed to him and mumbled something in his ear piece, he knew it was all over. “Shit, I gotta go. But it was great saying you Rach — love the cowboy look!” And with that, he ducked into the crowd.

End.

Rachel grimaced a bit at the admission, although she could have given a way worse expression and reaction, but she felt like if CJ saw her do that, it might show just how bad that seemed. However, she did absolutely believe that it was an accident. If it was anyone else, she would ask how exactly one accidentally hit someone in the face, but with CJ it seemed like a very plausible event. "Oh...wow. Is he one of the scare actors?" She had heard that people who worked at haunted houses sometimes got people whose fight or flight kicked in and fight was their reaction and unfortunately that meant someone got a bit hurt.

She hadn't planned on telling on CJ, but she couldn't help but give him a small pout back, at how adorable his pout was. "Of course I won't! And I mean, I guess if that guy planned on telling he would have done that already, right?" Rachel tried to reassure, though she thought to herself that the person was potentially waiting until later and dealing it in another way. That didn't seem like a productive thought to bring up, mostly because she felt like CJ's wild imagination would think of rather interesting solutions to deal with the problem. "Plus, I'm sure you apologized right away!"

[thecjonowelford]

“Oh dude, you just gotta keep like, your ear to the ground!” A beat, “But not like literally, duh. The ground can be dirty.” He shared, only because CJ had learned a bit too late in life that it was a metaphor or something. Wait, no, not metaphor…

He was so focused on trying to remember a word he half-knew he had almost missed the slew of questions regarding his spiritual coupons thief. “Iunno if ghosts date, man, but probably!” It’d be nice if there was still a chance to find love in the afterlife. He wondered if people who were widowed and remarried got to keep dating who they wanted once they were dead. “Oh sick, dude…wait, isn’t Sidney Crosby a hockey player? Maybe the ghost was like, confused.” He wanted to keep debating the intensions of ghosts, when a figure CJ only half-recognised in their costume came over to greet him, inviting him over to the bar for shots. And just then, his earlier worry about Jason Vorhees and his conversation on the afterlife was all but forgotten at the prospect of free alcohol. “I’ll catch you later man!” He said to his fellow shirtless friend, letting his friend drag him into the crowd.

End.

"that sounds way beyond wicked, that thing you heard. i think it being wicked kinda fits the vibe, though, like it least it's not cramping somebody's style. sometimes, i gotta ask why we all think we gotta brawl. is that how we bond with each other?" nate had never been one to fling his hands around and make contact in that way. he was positive he wouldn't know what to do when faced with a fight scene except pretend to be superman, until someone found his kryptonite. did he have the actual muscles to sustain this? eh, it depended on who looked at him. though many could, considering he was dressed like tarzan. "why don't i hear sexy rumours like this? man, i'm kinda jealous of your ears. they're like bats for real!"

someone who knew nate might be able to tell he wasn't completely wasted, for this was how his normal train of thought liked to parade out of his mouth. but otherwise he sounded completely gone. part of him was aware of this. but then, the other had a ghost story about a thief, and nate's dark-brown eyes widened. "what! that's so not tubular of that ghost! straight outta your wallet, like? picked it up like roasted chicken? they so could've just made a ghostly date outta it. that sounds like they planned it, man, i gotta watch my arby's coupons for next week." talk about some kind of all-spirits day. they were all wanting to go out to eat! "one time, a ghost did knock over my baseball lamp. with a ball autographed by sidney crosby!"

[thephoebeyates]

Though it was probably a bad idea for Phoebe to ply Scarlett with even more alcohol, it was Halloween, and there were lots of people surrounding them who were a lot more inebriated than the red-head. So she got the reporter's drink — the fruitiest one available — sliding it over, shaking her head at her outrage. “Eh, it’s fine. People are dicks.” She concluded, regarding her prop basket being used as a trash receptacle. At the end of the day, as long as there wasn’t anything too gross in there, it would be okay. 

The moment Scarlett asked after Oliver, she should have been a good girls-girl and refrained from the drunk woman to chase after who she could only assume was an ex or a current flirtation in the journalist’s life. But it was also this moment Phoebe noticed a giant skeleton being moved around the dancefloor, her spidey-senses tingling in a way that she knew it was one of the idiots she called her friends. As the red-head continued to describe Oliver in detail (and hell, maybe Phoebe did know him, but in a town like Blue Harbor, brunette men with tattoos were a dime a dozen) she bobbed her head to see if she could spot the tell-tale lilac wig of the Fairy Godmother or silver paint marks left by the Tin Man.

“Um, there was a guy who matched that description like…over there.” She nodded in the opposite direction of the skeleton, more near the smoking area, but her attention was fully captivated by whatever nonsense was happening now. “I…have a good night, Scar. Good luck in the costume contest, if you enter! You totally should!” And gently patting the other woman’s shoulder, went to try and catch the culprit attempting to ruin Halloween.

End.

Scarlett's eyes widened with shock, her slightly dilated pupils fully showing as she looked all over Phoebe before notcing she was gesturing to the pile of trash next to them. "How dare they!" she exclaimed one hand raising in the air in her outrage. How could people be so inconsiderate of others? The basket Phoebe was holding didn't even look like a trash can or that it should be used as one in any capacity. Her anger changed to delight when she heard the prospect of another drink. "Oh yes please! Something fruity!"

She began twirling her fingers through the strands of her red hair that kay over her chest, her mind running. "Have you seen Oliver?" She heard herself asking, a giggle escaping her before she continued. "Wait...you might not know him actually...or maybe you do." she tilted her head, her delighted smile increasing in size. "He's like...this tall," she paused, stretching up on her tippy toes, her hand raised to estimate where he'd be. "Brown hair...these really pretty green eyes...oh! And we have this matching tattoo." She moved to show the compass tattoo she had.

[themadisynhuang]

That was admittedly a cute idea, and Madi felt her heart uncharacteristically constrict at the vision. She had always been neutral to negative about having her own children — as someone raised by two people who didn’t give a shit about their kids, she knew how it felt to not be 100% wanted after all — and her years-long relationship with Dominik all but assured her time on the matter was wasted. True, it wasn’t necessarily too late if she did, but it also wasn’t something she ever wanted to do alone, and yet the point of her being in Blue Harbor was self-imposed exile to atone for her actions in LA.

The depressing thought hit her suddenly, throat feeling dry, looking around to see if there was anyone’s drink she could swipe to get rid of the tightness she felt. “Um, that is super, super cute.” She responded, “And like, I guess Halloween doesn’t need to be sexy, just kinda how the tides turned.” Someone in a mummy outfit walked by clutching a beer bottle. She grabbed it and shooed them away, taking a heavy chug. There we go, much better. “I mean, might as well!” The air of nonchalance, if she did say so herself. “It’s my first Halloween in Blue Harbor so need to check it off the list, huh?”

"Oh, I'm a fruit salad. My kids were a bunch of grapes and an apple and then my partner is dressed like a pomegranate." Dylan shared as if that information would sway her into thinking that the costume was to her liking. She felt the group idea was adorable nonetheless and honestly she didn't mind the idea of someone else critiquing her for how she looked. To be fair she was unsure of the fact that Madisyn was doing that, considering she didn't even know the woman.

Dylan was unsure if she would put herself in the confident and sexy category for this costume. "It's...I mean I would say I feel silly more than anything? I definitely don't think I was goin' for sexy with this costume." She rarely if ever thought sexy when she was choosing a costume or something to wear. She was unsure why the competition really mattered, Dylan was still not even sure if she was going to do it. "Uh, yeah I'm havin' an alright time? What about you? Your costume looks good, are ya enterin' in to the competition?" From what the woman in the witch costume had said, it sounded like she had thought it was dumb, but Dylan felt like it didn't hurt to ask.

[thecjonowelford]

CJ had actually never seen Friday the 13th, or whichever one Jason was from, just knowing the iconic horror villain from the general Halloween zeitgeist. But he figured those movies maybe explained why he offed campmates, like maybe they were being total dicks! But he didn’t want to get into that right now, especially after Philly’s revelation that Corner Jason of the Phantom Manor attraction had indeed been injured enough to be drawn to tears. 

“Ah shit, really?” The skateboarder’s face crumpled, stomach churning that he did that to someone. “Poor guy…did he say…why he was crying?” He trusted that Philly wouldn’t lie to him, but also didn’t know how they’d react to the idea that  CJ was the one who caused the tears.

on the other side of the spectrum; it took a lot to truly scare philly. they remained adamant, in fact, that they've never been scared in their life. it rung true thus far; through medical procedures and getaway chases. philomena remained stoic - though they wouldn't call it brave. just a natural survival's instinct; fear was only meant to cloud the mind - and there was enough in her head for that. they trudged through the haunted house, gazing up at each of the actors with morbid curiosity and mild eagerness to get inside the rave - only pausing once cj had stopped them.

"oh, corner jason?" philly remarked, a tilt of their head. "no, i don't believe so. you have to be incredibly unwell to off a dozen camp - goers." their hands were full of their skirt, hiked up as to not trip over it. "although, i did see a man in a jason mask who seemed to be in fetal position on the ground, a short while ago. he looked to be crying, but it was very hard to tell with the mask on - so i asked him to take it off. and he was, in fact, crying."

[thephoebeyates]

Zara is a pleasant surprise, and Phoebe tries her best to morph her frown into a smile, even if she’s not really feeling it. But it’s not the publicist’s fault, and she just hopes Zara knows it’s nothing personal on her end, but rather the environment they were surrounded by. “You came here alone?” She questions with an empathetic pout, and even despite being a self-proclaimed extrovert, Phoebe didn’t know if she’d brave it. Getting ditched was one thing, showing up completely alone was another. “I would normally say you should have tagged alone with me and my friends but I have no fucking clue where they’ve gone!” 

At the suggestion of something ‘worse’ being in her basket, Phoebe frowns at the imaginary offensive item lurking in the bottom of it. “No.” She decided with determination, smiling back at the slightly older woman. “I was brave enough to put my hand in fully. Ooh, maybe I can turn it around and make it one of those Halloween games, the mystery boxes or something?” Her smile turning more genuine, beginning to see the humor in the situation.

Zara doesn't really know what she's doing at the rave, other than it's something of a tradition and it's something she's just always done. Every year since she turned thirty she's told herself she won't attend, but every year fomo has hit hard and the competitive spirit in her has compelled her to make the best costume she possibly can. For what? Relevance? Company? She's not sure. But here she is, a bloodstained Wonder Woman. Not her best effort in the world, but life always seems to get in the way these days. She thinks for a moment about her sad-looking front lawn which currently holds a singular skeleton amongst a few pumpkins. Pitiful.

A group of teenagers pass her, laughing amongst themselves and Zara suddenly feels self-conscious. And old. She searches the bodies in her vicinity for a friendly face - easier said than done when the whole town is in costume, but is relieved beyond measure when she spots Phoebe and makes a beeline immediately. "Oh thank god," Zara announces with a sharp exhale when she reaches the other woman's side. "I thought for a moment that no one I knew was going to show up." She smiles gratefully at Phoebe's presence before clocking the annoyance in her face, eyes travelling to the discarded items on the bar top. "Wow, you almost have a whole extra costume there..." She comments lightly, examining a glove. "At least there's nothing worse in there...right?"

@thephoebeyates

[themadisynhuang]

Usually people didn’t ask this many questions, but it wasn’t an issue, Madisyn could handle it. Her Instagram Lives had taught her well. “I heard, they’re like, looking for a particular look. One that just screams Halloween, embracing the whole all-American vision.” She decided on, throwing out enough buzzwords to make it sound super profresh. “And in my opinion, a sexy Mother Nature just doesn’t fit the vibe.” She nodded over to the costume in question, the green leaves marred by an earlier sangria. “But, like, sexy firemen? Is that your vibe?” Madi would be a liar if she said she didn’t judge, but you couldn’t blame a girl for being curious.

She bit down on her disposable straw in her cup at his follow up question, shrugging coyly in response. “I have no idea what you mean, I’m very stable, and unlike some of these bitches, know how to walk in heels. What about you Zorro? On a scale from 1 - 10, how drunk we feeling?”

sipping slowly, for once, due to how things tended to go when he low-balled his drinks, he decided that dressing as the original charismatic guy, zorro, was the best idea. black hat, black cape, everything drawn out from the depths of his closet. he was wearing a costume someone else didn't get a chance to, and yeah, maybe it meant he should've chosen something different, but it was way too fucking late now. madisyn's heel tore through another skirt, which chance only heard because that was when the house music decided to blip out like a sonar. he lowered his cup, with an arch of his brow, as she approached the table where he stood. "ehhh. not really. are ... you?" now, he wasn't throwing self-doubt back on purpose. it's just how he talked to almost everybody. "i'm dying to hear about how unfair they're being."

before he could listen, he offered some guesses. "are they only looking at the skimpy costumes? like the lingerie ones? sexy fireman? or is it like, oh man, your skirt is too long, like a uniform deduction? went to private school for a year, so, that one totes wouldn't surprise me." at least if she stepped on something or spilt a drink, his costume would hide it. "by the way, you ain't drunk, are you? i saw you trippin' over people out on the dance floor." he smirked over the lip of his drink. he wasn't too off-put by the idea of sabotage, so it wasn't off the table for him to say he would help either.

[thephoebeyates]

Phoebe had her fair share of dealing with drunk people, and seeing them in action was probably the reason she tended not to get too wasted, wanting to be someone the others could rely on if they had too much. That, and she was scared of what she’d do if she let her inhibitions run wild, never wanting to risk the chance. So, as Scarlett ambled over to her, she was prepared, letting out a soft ‘oomph’ as the red-head enveloped her in a crushing hug. “Hi!” She tried to match her enthusiasm, but she was probably several shots behind for it to be the same level.

“Oh, thank you! You look amazing!” And she truly did, she didn’t think she ever saw such an intricate Poison Ivy outfit. “Oh I don’t…” But she did, because Phoebe always did at raves. They weren’t her scene, but her appearance at Halloween was obligatory and tradition, trudging after the likes of Jeanie and Seb and making sure they didn’t do something too idiotic as they got carried away in the spirit of it all. “I just…don’t like people using me as a garbage man.” She gestured to the crap laying next to her wicker basket. “But I’m like, good. I was just about to get another drink actually. You want one?”

Scarlett was about six drinks in at this point, not by her own means but by others who wanted to shower her in alcohol to help her celebrate. And truly, who was she to say no to gifts? Seventh drink in hand, the redhead moved through the crowd of people, stopping to dance on or with others who she spotted in the crowds...or who might have looked cute enough for her to take the time. Drunk Scarlett meant her feelings were going out the windows...and maybe the walls...and all while thw seat dripped down her...

Anyways, she kept pushinig through the crowd until she spotted a very pretty, familiar face not looking like she was having the same great time Scar was. "Phoebe!" she screamed, making her way quickly over to her before trying to pull her into a warm, and tight hug. "Your outfit is so cute," she nodded, taking another sip of her drink. "Ugh, I just know th-that if I tried to pull this off it wouldn't look this good." she looked over her friend again, pulling smiling brightly at her. "How come you have a frown on?"