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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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[ He rolled his eyes at her. ]

Are you kidding? This is terrible! Can't you, I don't know, get rid of it? You saw it, now your life is fucking complete, and you can get rid of this shit!

[He loves the attention. She knows it.]

Nah, keep it on. It looks good. [Ugh, perfect cue fore "it'd look better on the floor," but Mitch.] What's your deal with it, anyway?

[ He gestured. ]

Uh, it looks ridiculous? Besides, I'm a politician, not a superhero! I don't need reminders of my sordid past as an idiot trying to fly over New York City.

You're a superhero tonight. Don't ruin the spirit of the holiday!

Zee! [ Seriously, look at his face. ]

I'm not a fucking superhero, and I never was! Just a dipshit with a jetpack.

[She grips his shoulder.]

And now you're a dipshit with a mansion.

Hey, it's not my mansion, it's the City's mansion, I just live in it!

[ Okay, so he'd made a few alterations, like a vault, but that wasn't something anyone needed to know about. It was part of being the Mayor, and being a superhero mayor. Or ex-superhero mayor. Whatever. ]

Seriously, did you want to see it that bad?

You're a dipshit who gets to live in a mansion! Technicalities!

[Right, right. Completely necessary! You don't have to explain it to her, Mitch!]

Yes and no. I mean, I've only seen a drawing and you were wearing an asshole costume, so putting two and two together...

Hey! [ He crosses his arms across his chestplate, mouth screwing up behind the leather mask. Seriously, Zee. It looks more like a BDSM mask than anything else. ]

Just--

This is embarrassing.

[It doesn't really bother her, but that's probably because she's into that sort of stuff. She does, however, think it would look better if it was zipped shut over his mouth. Maybe he'd even stop complaining and whining, if it did... Or, realistically, he'd complain and whine more, louder.]

Why?

[ He would totally complain and whine more. ]

Because! I'm not a superhero, Zee. At best, I was a piece of shit who thought flying around New York City was a good idea, and at worse, I got people hurt. I've only done one worthwhile thing in the costume, and that was after I retired.

[ 9/11, of course. He doesn't mention that he's suited up himself afterward. He's moved on from it by now, to the point that wearing it around real heroes seems like he's too big for himself. He felt far ore comfortable in a suit than this, and not just because it was ridiculously uncomfortable. ]

Edited (WRONG ICON) 2012-11-12 01:23 (UTC)

Mitch, neither am I. And rather unfortunately, sometimes people do get hurt. I don't know all the details regarding what happened, but it's just a costume. You aren't your costume anymore than someone dressed up like a mummy has risen from the dead. [Well, usually, anyway.

And she frowns, deeply.] If you're really so unhappy in it, I'll change it, but. [She likes it. :(]

But? [ He shifted, still awkward in kevlar and leather, his helmet and getup thankfully masking a good portion of his expressions. Thank Christ for small miracles. ]

That's not how it works. I mean, I was the Great Machine, it wasn't just a lifestyle choice, here. It was the only way I could use my powers for good, and that means that it was me.

But I've moved on. [ But, but, he sighs. ]

Since you went through all the trouble, I'll let it slide, but just for tonight.