Halloween Costume Party Meme

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HALLOWEEN COSTUME PARTY

Everybody! Time to rock your body!
You've been invited to the social event of the season: a Halloween costume party at Hill House, the city's most storied mansion, overlooking its expansive acres of deep woods. Rumour is, the erstwhile, opulent and late owners woke up one night and walked straight into the lake in the garden, hand in hand. There's no better place to get a Halloween thrill.

1.Get trashed
This is a classic, normal party, with spiked punch and a costume contest, and all of the treats you could possibly enjoy. Dance, explore the mansion, stuff your face.
2. Get monster mashed
This seemed like a normal party, up until someone suddenly couldn't open the doors and a grand, old clock struck a haunting midnight. Suddenly, your skin is itching, and it's like this costume just...won't...come...off. Whatever you were wearing, I hope you're ready to make a lifetime commitment.
3. Get graveyard smashed
As soon as the door closes behind you, you can hear it lock, and the whole house goes dark. There's no treats at this party, only tricks! Defeat the ghosts, survive the night, and maybe the house will let you out.

1. Post with your character. Include their Halloween costume in your toplevel!
2. Pick a scenario and tag around!
3. HALLOWEEN

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Spooky Tony

[in_extremis]

[I am READY. I will play any of these scenarios, just tell me how weird you're feeling, but he has a few different costumes to pick from depending on the situation. This could be a vampire-Tony remix, or classic cat-ear costume to go werecat feral, or Captain America, or this Cher. idk pick your poison]

It's a vampire party now!

[beholding_archivist]

Attending this party is not something Jon is doing by choice. Jonah has insisted on his presence. And not merely that. He has also insisted Jon to be presentable.

Unfortunately that doesn't mean he would come up for any expenses that may arise for him due to having to buy a new suit. This, in turn, simply resulted in Jon wearing what he had present. It's still a suit, and tradition be damned, he refuses to put on a cape.

Jon hasn't been a vampire nearly half as long as any of Count Magnus's esteemed guests and still finds himself struggling to adapt in many areas of this existence. Though maybe that's exactly why Jonah deems it necessary to shove him right into this annual gathering of high-ranking and influential vampires while ensuring to remain scarce himself.

He is busy browsing through his messages on his phone with one hand while picking up a random, colorful cocktail and turning around with the intention of moving somewhere else. Which turns out to remain an intention the moment he turns right into another body and with a noise of surprise, his fruity and clearly sticky beverage splatters all over one of these unlucky guests. Jon's verbal reaction is about as eloquent as one would expect. "Shit!"

ksnfjk what is this

[in_extremis]

Meanwhile, no expense had been spared for Tony's clothes. It was months in the making, of course, started well before Jon had even been made aware that his attendance was expected, custom made, tailored impeccably, one of a kind. White, in Tony's boldness, knowing perfectly well no one at this particular event would risk the same, for the gold and red hand-stitched embroidery to stand out, and to cut a stark figure against the rich red lining of his, yes, cape. At least, until the whole perfectly pressed front of his suit was splattered with juice.

He didn't react nearly as strongly, letting the perpetrator exclaim for the both of them with raised eyebrows and a nod of assent. What he did do was freeze with both hands raised where they had come up rapidly as he was bumped, like he wasn't entirely sure where they should go now, then muttered, "Listen, I'm used to a strongly worded letter and some nasty gossip, but I supposed if this is the end of the dramatics I'm happy to take it."

We will see

[beholding_archivist]

Jon knows Tony Stark.

Of course he knows Tony Stark. Everyone knows Tony Stark! More accurately put, however, Jon rather knows of Tony Stark. And he has seen the man at the few gatherings he has been taken to so far. Gatherings of powerful and high-ranking vampires that somehow are behind most if not all the grand companies and institutions around the globe. Which remains a weird circle to be drawn into and one Jon finds himself stumbling across ever so often.

Stark, however, walks that world seemingly flawless and has never failed to make an impression on those he crosses. This is a man who knows exactly what he is doing and how to achieve what he has set his goals on. In many ways it's intimidating. In certain ways, agitating. And now Jon has soiled the man's expensive attire, wincing at what repercussions he may be looking ahead to.

"I- I'm sorry." He mutters through grit teeth, swapping his now near empty glass for a napkin from the table, already uncertain as of how much good a napkin will do in this situation, which results in another uttered curse, this one softer and much more directed at himself.

The curse is followed by a scowl that first goes up to meet Stark's eyes, then back down to the mess currently dying the white fabric various vibrant shades before attacking the growing stains with his napkin anyway. "Hold still."

jon always sees

[in_extremis]

Unfortunately, Tony hardly knew who it was who had just cost him a perfectly beautiful shirt. Keeping track of that kind of thing was difficult without Pepper ever at these types of gatherings to whisper names in his ear. At first, Tony barely even considered it, glancing around like he might find the solution to this problem elsewhere and only coming up with a myriad of blood stain removal techniques in his head. Pepper would have been good for this, too, really.

"Not nearly enough," Tony replied to the apology, which should have been a warning but sounded more like a purr with the corner of his mouth turning up in the infamous smirk that recklessly flashed his fang. His eyebrows jumped up in surprise again as the man doubled down on his attack, coming at him with a napkin now and just about making Tony stumble back this time, hands up less in confusion than surrender. That secured his attention, studying this man with a piercing intensity that Tony belatedly realized he had certainly done before; he had seen him, only occasionally, and always in very fortuitous company.

"You know this place, don't you?" Tony prompted, flicking one of his surrendering hands out to indicate Magnus' estate, then finally started waving to deter the man from rubbing the stain further into the fabric. "Come on, that's not going to work," he said, and tossed his head for Jonah's perpetually frowning friend to lead the way. Someone must have kept clothes somewhere here.

[beholding_archivist]

Jon backs away the moment the other man makes a different suggestion, leaving Jon with a small grimace, but also nodding. "Well... yes. I... Know this place." In much more detail than he'd like to admit, but it's the truth.

Putting the napkin back down on the table to signal that he won't try making any further use of it, he gestures for Stark to follow him. Maybe they find something that fits. Or at least more or less fits. There is a clear difference in the build of both Jonah and Tony Stark.

But Jon's frown is dedicated to a different matter as he turns it on the other vampire. "What did you mean by 'Not nearly enough'?"

[in_extremis]

While it didn't make for a much more dignified appearance, Tony pulled his cape over his shoulder to hug the tail against his chest where it covered the worst of the spill as he turned away from the relative security of the table and toward anyone else who might see him. With the other hand, he grasped for the proper words to explain with rolling eyes, "Sorry enough. You know, you should be terrified, I should have you drawn and quartered and left to suffer the sun, hiss hiss, vampire stuff. I could do all of that, if you like. The rest of this crowd would get a real kick out of it, I think most of them miss a good public execution, never really got into moving pictures." He wiggled his fingers with that, like this was mind-bending new technology, clearly amused with himself as he followed his attacker away from the gathered guests.

[beholding_archivist]

"It was an accident!" Jon insists sharply, his frown not wavering, yet not entirely masking that growing piece of concern. This is by far not the first time he has been told something similar in a rather similar tone.

Raising a finger in an attempt to not show any fear he might have, he further points out: "Also you can't simply do- W-well. That. Kill me. Not when realistically apologizing is the best I can do. And, well, help to fix the mess, I suppose. If you want me to pay for having your shirt cleaned, I will do that, too." It won't be cheap, unfortunately. But maybe things like these are covered by his insurance.

[in_extremis]

"First, you ruin my night, and now you're telling me what I can and can't do," Tony complained, though his tone was difficult to read as he took his chance in the first empty hall to saunter by his guide and start curiously peering at paintings and vases and not very subtly pushing at doors to see if any were open and he could 'accidentally' peek in. He was already talking again before Jon had to figure out what he meant this time, gladly divulging, "You know, I've only been into a few bathrooms and coat closets here, couldn't tell you anything about them, have to assume there's somewhere more comfortable."

A Goast - 2 with a tweest

[deal_me_in]

[LoL lookit this guy thinking he could get off easy for a party invite and free loot candy by wearing a bedsheet! And sure, it worked like a charm, was all fun and games and not a few drinks- and candy!!! - until he heard people saying the doors were stuck, not that that was as weird as feeling itchy. Do Exos get itchy?

Eh. Probably just his imagination.

...unfortunately he can't quite write off the same for the fact that his hands are going straight through the things he's trying to pick up, for some reason. On the bright side, he can go through walls!!

-Boo?]

[in_extremis]

Where the hell had Cayde gone? This was not a great time to have to hunt down the hunter. If anyone could knock down a door, it was him, and it seemed as though he had snuck off to check the catering while everyone else was preoccupied. There was a thread of anxiety winding its way through the room as more people were told about the awkward situation with the locks, and occasionally Tony could hear a yelp or panicked clatter of spilled cups in the crowd, some pitcher sounds making him wince and his ears sting enough to scratch idly at the soft hair behind one. It was when he finally tried to shout, "Cayde!" and it came out more like a yowl that he stopped stalking the perimeter of the party and made to clasp a hand over his mouth, only to leap away from the hand itself when it looked swollen and...furry. He certainly hadn't put paws on with this costume, it was just an elegant suit and a tasteful set of ears that he could take off at the earliest possible convenience. Only, when he tried to fumble with them now, he found that strangely soft hair hadn't been hair at all, and those black cat ears were flicking in their irritation.

The next time he yelled for Cayde, the name came a little clearer, more prepared to speak around the strange feel of his sharp teeth, but it was much smaller, too. He was much smaller. And the crowd was starting to swarm in panic, making Tony dart under a table, scampering on all fours with his tail puffed. "Caa-AYDE!" he howled. "I hate magic!"

[deal_me_in]

There were upsides to finding yourself suddenly intangible. Not having to dodge around anxious and panicky people was definitely useful, but then at the same time they didn't often appear to take much notice, save for a few cursing a sudden, freaky chill in the area. There was also no need to go searching for vacant seats to fill since he found he could now just float in the air and sit or lounge as he pleased. Cayde did so right then, one leg folded over the other as he remained suspended well over the heads of the other guests.

He'd found that with a bit of concentration he could manage to take hold of objects, although that was about the most of it. A fancy champagne glass hung in the air, vaguely clutched by a spectral hand, which was all well and good save for the fact that he realized he couldn't drink the thing.

And then he heard his name, taking a brief second to pinpoint who was speaking. He wasn't sure if the tone was meant to be accusing or simply urgent, but he caught a glimpse of something small and furry zipping for cover.

"Magic? Is that what this is? I guess that makes sense. Maybe. Kind of. Well not really." His head poked through the table where he could now peer down at the cat who'd gone into hiding. "Talking cats, definitely magic. Aren't you cute?"

[in_extremis]

Tony heard the hiss of surprise before he realized it was him making that sound, hair standing one end and backing away from the spectral head appearing through the table until he was pressed up against the wall. Even as he processed that what he was looking at was Cayde, or part of him, Tony's ears remained flattened and he growled, "I think I'm in a higher tax bracket than 'cute'. What happened to the rest of you?"

[deal_me_in]

Said specter pointed at him. "You sound like Tony. Are you Tony? I think I should be asking the what happened but all things considered, I guess that's fair." Cayde glanced at himself before shrugging. "I have no idea, by the way. One moment I heard people saying something about the front door being locked and the next moment my hand was going through the library shelf." Because of course he'd gone off snooping around their fancy venue.

In a dizzying motion he flipped upside-down, pulling the rest of his transparent, greenish self through the table top to sit cross-legged beneath it, his hands clasped over his knees. He stared at Tony long and hard before spouting gleefully as though he'd had to confirm it somehow:

"...you're a kitty!"

[in_extremis]

Cayde made it sound like he had left the hand in the shelf so Tony was still wondering, "What...?" when he came tumbling down to join Tony on the ground. That embarrassing spitting sound happened again, feeling quite out of Tony's control, and he want scampering along the wall to get away from the thing coming through the table, only to have to stop before running out into the stomping feet of the frantic party. In a defensive crouch and sniffing at the air, which was overwhelming with far too much information and none of it helping him discern what was going on with Cayde, Tony grumbled, "Let's keep that between us."

Easing himself reluctantly forward to better investigate Cayde's spectral problem, still sniffing like he might hunt down the source, he reported, "All of the doors are blocked. I was hoping you'd be able to make a new one for us, you know, if it came to that, but maybe you can just let us know what's on the other side." Which sounded fairly straightforward, until several people started shrieking and running in a thunder of feet that made Tony's whiskers vibrate. The stampede hardly compared to the rumbling stomp and a loud, warning growl from across the room. Not everyone at this party had chosen to dress like something as elegant as a cat.

[deal_me_in]

The ghostly Exo held a hand out, wiggling fingers at the cat, still grinning as he listened to the report. "Oh. Yeah, that wouldn't have been a problem but then..." He looked down at himself again. Would he even be able to get out? What good would it do if he were still stuck as he was, unless all this weirdness somehow wore off once you were outside.

"Got it-!" Cayde said, abruptly standing up through the table, which made for a fresh wave of screams in their near vicinity. Meanwhile he also got a clear glimpse of just what was doing all that stomping around out there.

"-hey Tony, 'member that guy with the dinosaur costume we were laughing at?"

[in_extremis]

The sound was illustrative enough for Tony, and all of his instincts were telling him to run and find somewhere dark to hide until all of this was over, making him whine, "I want my suit," even as he crawled on his belly up to the edge of the table to get a better look through the forest of legs. The dinosaur, eight feet tall now and thrashing its tail through a lot of very expensive furniture, threw its head back and bellowed, flattening Tony to the ground until it was quite done and Tony could report, "It's still a little funny." When it snapped viciously at the closest partygoer, who apparently had lost all sense of self-preservation in their own identity-disruption, Tony amended, "Okay, not that funny. We have to get everyone out of here." Which was about as much of a plan as he was going to form before he was darting into the problem head-on, weaving easily in graceful bounds between the crowd to throw himself at the big lizard's feet with an ear-splitting yowl.

I seriously don't know what I'm doing

[on_repeat]

[Echo doesn't get it, but it's kind of nice to kick back. He's in a wolf kigurumi/jumpsuit and he feels like he can fall asleep in it.

Until it's not a kigurumi/jumpsuit??? Let's go with all options for this who knows]

[in_extremis]

This evidently wasn't the kind of party that got Echo in the mood if he could be falling asleep in the middle of it. Granted, it was a pretty low energy affair, all violins and champagne flutes, and the couches in this drawing room were very comfortable, so Tony didn't entirely blame him. Besides, there wasn't a better place than the tail of the fuzzy costume that Echo was wearing for Tony to be carefully stringing these firecrackers for the perfect way to liven up the party, and he was being so accommodating about it.

Until the lights went out. It came with a dull thud, the feeling of ears popping as all of the low humming of the lights and the fans suddenly stopped and left a void where Tony didn't realize there had been so much noise before, followed shortly by a couple of clumsy crashes from the other room and muffled shrieks of surprise. It was dark, the gentlest light of a cloudy night sky shimmering through the cracks of heavily curtained windows. Tony clutched the wolf tail like a lifeline as he tried to focus and get his bearings in this mostly unfamiliar room.

[on_repeat]

A night of casual conversation and just soaking in the ambiance until it was time to leave was nothing to complain about. Echo was content to nurse whatever drink he had in hand at the time, not even picking up on the fact that he could have been in for a shock thanks to his buddy and close pal Tony.

Instead, they were interrupted by this new turn of events. The clone's eyelids fluttered, suddenly alert in the darkness that fell over the entire room. He made no sudden movements, only attempting to turn while the other party goers began to panic. "Maybe it's just a power failure-- hey!" He thought the tail of his jumpsuit got caught on something, but his brow creased when he saw the vague outline of a person attached to it. "What are you doing?"

[in_extremis]

"It's dark," Tony replied, as though this either made for a reasonable explanation or needed to be said. A rumbling murmur had started to pass through the room where most of the guests had gathered nearby, tinged with impatience as the problem persisted.

"Someone should check the fuses," he decided, not because he wanted to go wandering around in the dark very much, more because he didn't want to be in it any longer than he needed to. He dropped the tail then to search his pockets for a lighter, which sparked shockingly bright after straining to see through the pitch, making Tony squint and entirely unprepared for the face waiting for him in the flicker of the flame. He yelped, dropping the lighter with a clatter and shoving against the floor with his heels like he might be able to escape, making the couch grind noisily across the tiles.

[on_repeat]

"That doesn't answer the question," Echo frowned once he heard the man's voice while stating the obvious as it was. Brown eyes then flickered back toward the guests for a few seconds, only seeing shadowy outlines but clearly aware of their growing impatience.

Yes, not being in the dark for a long period of time would be ideal in this situation, so passing on Tony's advice was the best option. "Anybody know where the fusebox is?" Someone had to know.

The clicks from the lighter were short and sharp, drawing the clone's attention back to where Tony was crouched. He was about to scold the man for doing it so close to him while he wore a flammable costume, but darkness engulfed everything once more as the clattering and abrupt decision to back into the couch threw him off.

"--Tony??"

He tried to follow the sound, waving a hand in front of him to be sure he wouldn't run into anyone or anything in the way.

[in_extremis]

The noise of the other guests was quickly growing from tense to panicked, a crawling fear making its way slowly through the room which some clear shouts of, "What was that?" and "Stop pulling me!"

In the pitch of the drawing room, something grabbed Echo by the waving hand and yanked him hard away from the doors leading toward the party, a clammy hand creeping across his face to clasp insistently over his mouth as he was dragged into the deeper shadows behind the furniture.

If he got this far without getting himself killed by the clone, Tony could hiss his warning in Echo's ear, "Something's here."

[on_repeat]

A touch of concern colored Echo's features at the spike in panic, eyes darting to and fro between certain points of the room. If he didn't have a bad feeling about this before, it was definitely a possibility now.

As prepared as he was for anything out of the ordinary, he literally didn't see what was yanking him, a noise barely escaping his throat before another hand covered his mouth.

Of course he tried to struggle. He even elbowed the mystery person dragging him out before realizing it was Tony (Tony was okay, what the hell Tony), finally finding the floor beneath his feet to cooperate and steady himself.

"Something?" he repeated in a similar manner once he wrenched his face from Tony's grasp, letting his voice drop to an incredulous whisper. "It's not a large-scale practical joke?"

[in_extremis]

Still recovering from that elbow, he probably did deserve that, Tony wheezed, "Maybe, could be," very willing to accept that whatever he had just seen and brushed so coldly against him was not anything supernatural and, ideally, was just someone's idea of a good time. Either way, he'd rather take another elbow than have it touch him again, so he hung onto Echo's arm and kept his voice low to continue, "We've got to get some lights going. I don't like playing on their turf."