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WHO: ERIDAN AMPORA and ZATANNA ZATARA and THEIR VERY UNFORTUNATE GUESTS.
WHERE: a creepy ~~rose red~~ house on the edge of the city.
WHEN: 11/5.
WARNINGS: fakemurder. gore. trauma. misery. mystery!!!
SUMMARY: since eridan spent the entirety of halloween wweepin and eating stale sugar cookies in his basement leah, he and zee throw a belated halloween party!! BAD THINGS HAPPEN.
FORMAT: ANYTHING GOES.

[the house - it's more of a miniature mansion, really, and incredibly creepy - is just far enough from the city's limits to be quiet. sprawling, dark, and eerie; it's kind of like a cross between rose red and dracula's summer home, which is at least half of the reason why it was chosen. maybe two-thirds.

inside the decorations are done up in lush reds and the occasional streaks of violet; the kitchen is full of food and refreshments, the main hall is decked out, the music is pumping, and the hosts will no doubt be more than happy to tell everyone all about how they heard a rumor from a friend of a cousin of the realtor that like a quintuple murder totally happened in the attic or something (or one of them will, at least). rooms beyond the immediate party area (a host of ground level rooms and anything upstairs, basically) haven't exactly been blocked off, but they're also visibly not as touched up and may or may not be haunted.

well, there's a definite risk. the place is creepy as hell.

doors open at eight-thirty (just to spite vriska). get in there!!

(DIRECT QUESTIONS AND CLARIFICATIONS RIGHT HURR.) ]

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Oh! [ Recognition hit her like a shot, good eye widening in surprise as everything fell back into place. The sad thing was, it wasn't from Venezuela that she remembered his face; it was from television.

His face wasn't covered in enough blood to remind her of the masquerade. ]

Yes, that's right. Sorry. I can't say I expected to see you here, Mister Hundred.

[ He was certainly a sight better. No longer splitting on the side, he wasn't showing a roadmap of electronics on his face, but instead just the pattern of nodes once more. His hand slid from his hair to the back of his neck. He smiled a bit ruefully, a quirk of his lips as if he were a bit embarrassed. ]

Well, I'm a friend of Zee's. I'm pretty sure she'd fucking kill me if I missed one of her parties. [ He paused. ] Or she'd force me here. As you can see, she picked my damn costume.

Oh, I understand. [ For the first time, she smiled in a way that was almost honest. ] I'm in a bit of a similar situation. Not about force or costumes, I mean, but it is... much better for me, for one of my relationships, if I'm here for this.

Ah. [ He lifted an eyebrow, not really commenting on that. He understood that in the clinical sense. At least what he assumed was the sort of relationship that he wasn't really all that knowledgeable of. He and Zee were friends, but even then, he was on auto pilot for half of the time. As unfair as it was to say. ]

Well, hey, I'm sure they appreciate you being here.

[ Her shoulders lifted and dropped in a visible shrug -- deliberate motions. ]

I suppose we'll see, when I actually find them.

In any case, I'm glad to see you're doing better. [ Deliberate subject changes of the "I can't even tell you tried to rip your face off" variety. ]

[ He offered an evasive laugh, an all-too perfect politician's smile splitting his face into a politician's grin. ]

Well, you know. I'm lucky to have some good friends.

[ Namely, Zee. Who could whisper his face back into place. He didn't have time to go back under the knife, or deal with the downtime it would take to recover from major surgery, so he cheated. ]

I'm glad to see plenty of us here not causing trouble.

Well, now you've done it. [ Teasing and chiding all at once. ] You've cursed the whole evening.

[ He threw his hands in the air. ]

Well, shit. I guess it's about time to see if Zee got all the fucking details right, or I'm going to be stuck here.

[ He indicated the pack on his back. Heavy motherfucker that it was, it felt a little light. She'd probably not gotten the hydrogen peroxide for the fucking thing. ]

Oh? [ It had been... well, it had been more than a year since she had to deal with Rua and his constant mechanical tinkering, but now that she looked at it, it did seem like it could be something like a rocket propulsion. What was it with boys and rockets? Had he even installed brakes? ] Oh, doom us all and then abandon us, is that how it will be? What is that, anyway?

[ He turned a little, to point at it. Thankfully, the fucking wings were folded in, and he really had no intention of letting those lose. They were a hazard and a fucking half. ]

It's my pack. [ He turned back forward, rubbing the back of his neck again, his helmet still in the crook of his other arm. ] Er, I can't exactly fly, and back home, New York traffic was a nightmare and a fucking half.

[ She tilted her head, peering to get a better look at it, but complicated machinery and the, well, the mechanics of them, just went right over her head. Still, she couldn't help but ask. ]

It's not a rocket, is it?

Well, kind of. [ He dips a bit, maybe from the weight, or maybe from the shame. Come on, he really didn't want to be caught in this fucking thing right now. ]

It's a jetpack. You know, turn it on, you can fly, until you burn your ass and need to be put out with a fire extinguisher.

[ Of course he'd be set on fire. Her hand moved to her mouth, covering it so she didn't laugh aloud, but amusement carried up to her cheeks anyway. ]

What, no brakes?

[ He'd squint, or feign offense, but really, jetpacks were fucking stupid. Even he knew it. ]

They're not exactly made to land. Actually, they're not practical at all. It's a wonder I'm not dead. [ That, and he could modulate the pack with his life. ]

That's what I figured. [ Her hand lowers slowly, eventually joining its match and folding behind her back. ] My brother. He was something of a builder, I suppose you could say, but he always wanted to strap rockets on things to make them go faster, no matter how impractical it was.

Believe me, it's not a good idea. [ He jerked a thumb in the direction of the pack on his back with a twist of his lip that very surely said "ick". ]

Hopefully, he'd grow out of it. Rockets are fucking stupid.

I hope he will, but I wouldn't know. [ Lachesis. ] So why that get-up in the first place? Are you expecting to make a quick getaway?

Oh, ah. [ He rubbed at his jaw, working it gently, a definite look of chagrin on his face. ]

Zatanna didn't like my costume, and I guess she wanted to see my old one. It's not what I would've picked.

What was wrong with the one you were wearing? [ Pushing and dropping the subject of her brother out of sight, let's do that. ]

Well... [ He lifted a shoulder, his smile just a little guilty. ]

Apparently it reminded her of a friend back home, so she thought it would be better if she changed it.

[ It wasn't like he hadn't dressed up as Superman's secret identity or anything!! ]

[no of course not!!! ]

I suppose I can understand that. There's some guy here that's dressed like a friend of my dad; I had to check twice, that my eye wasn't playing tricks on me.

[translation:
my dad=miles edgeworth
a friend=obi-wan kenobi
some guy=bradbury...

she even tilts her head indicatively towards the guy, wherever it is he's standing.]

[ He follows her gaze, before there's a tight grin. Ah.

Bradbury. ]

What, Bradbury? You actually mistook my fucking bodyguard for Obi-Wan Kenobi? The real one?

[ His laugh was there, and natural, but more of a snort. He'd perfected making his expressions seem normal and human, but it was just as fake as ever. His guilt spiked, if Ruka could pick up on it, if only just for a moment, before he hardened himself again. ]

That's hilarious.

[luckily for Mitch, Ruka wasn't that kind of empath; she was well-trained in the art of masked and false expressions, and used them far more than genuine feelings, but the full depth of that moment slipped past without even a whisper.]

At first, a little. I just wasn't expecting to see anyone looking like that here.

[ He flexed a hand in his glove, making a face. ]

Yeah, I sure as fuck didn't think he had it in him to be much of a nerd, but I have a feeling that wasn't his choice either. I think Zatanna probably had something to do with that one as well.

Go figure, right?

Ugh, then I hope she doesn't decide she has a problem with mine. I don't even want to know what she'd put me in.