capeandcowllogs | (no subject)

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.) ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ When did Jenny get there? And more importantly, why is she dressed as the Riddler? Who even knows with teleporting fifteen-year-olds. But now she's glancing at April, then down into the punch bowl, then back up at April, arching a half-amused eyebrow at her. She's got a cigarette in her mouth, and it wobbles precariously when she remarks mildly: ]

Needs a little fucking kick, huh?

Edited (WHOOPS GUESS COSTUME DETAILS MIGHT BE IMPORTANT WHATEVER!!! never stops editing...) 2012-11-06 22:46 (UTC)

There are children here. It needs, like, ten. Ten kicks.

[April mutters this bitterly into her drink- and only then looks up. To just. Stare for a moment. And blink. Then, drenched with just enough dryness it's hard to tell if it's honesty or being weird for the sake of it:]

Hm. I find you attractive in kind of...emotionally disturbing way. Right now.

Edited 2012-11-06 22:54 (UTC)

[ At that, Jenny eyes April unreadably for a full second before she huffs out an amused exhale, all clouded in cigarette smoke. ]

Is it the fucking tie?

It's a glove thing. I'd explain if it wouldn't make me forever unclean.

[Spirit of the future or whatever she may be, but April still understands the difference between 'twenty something' and 'teenager.]

[ Jenny shrugs lightly. ]

Sure, whatever floats your fucking boat. [ She pauses, stretching her fingers out and giving them a little wiggle over the bowl of punch-- like a magician about to perform a signature trick. ] So. What should I make it?

Don't they have crazy future drinks or something. That make you so drunk you travel through time or learn math.

[ Jenny gives her another vaguely amused look. ]

What, good old fashioned hard liquor's not good enough for you?

Anyone can get me that. I thought you were made of magic and America or something.

Actually, I'm made of quantum physics and daddy issues. Close though.

Edited (TYPING WHATEVER GODDDDD) 2012-11-09 03:04 (UTC)

Daddy issues are the heart of this country. So. Something with glitter in it, I guess.

Glitter's a bitch. Your wish is my fucking command.

[ There's a flash of electric blue light, and suddenly the punch is suspiciously glittering. Probably strongly alcoholic too, but you'd have to taste it to find out. ]

Huh. It actually fucking worked. I'm even better than Jesus.

[That surprise at it working may have frightened off lesser livers, but not April Ludgate. She looks at her own glass...then gets to downing the glittery mess.]

My stomach is going to look like gay Halloween had sex with a stripper factory.

[ Jenny might be a little impressed. She can see how April ended up being the infamous demon tamer.

At April, she shrugs mildly. ]

Sounds like your stomach is gonna fucking look like half the people I know around here. If you're vomiting sparkles later, I take no fucking responsibility.

Why. That's a way better superpower than most of them. Who wants stupid flying powers when there's glitter vomit.

[Speaking of Demon Taming, yes. It would be Terry she threw up on first. As punishment for him avoiding his unicorn tattoo.]