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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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[LITERALLY THE POINT WHERE HE CAN'T CONTROL HIMSELF ANYMORE. HE LUNGES, OPEN ARMED, PRIMED FOR A VIOLENT TACKLE.

HORN GORING IS A REAL RISK HERE.]

Edited 2012-11-06 23:39 (UTC)

[Well. That wipes the smirk from Eddie's face.

He braces himself by flourishing his cape, as if to distract Eridan. As if he were courting the attentions of a bull.]

[AND IT DOES, TO SOME EXTENT, WORK. it throws off his balance because fluttering material everywhere, and he has to sacrifice the goring attempt to see where he's going.

BUT after a moment's hesitation, he swipes at that fluttering cape in vicious, broad strokes of his arm, vainly clawing with the other one to try and maul something. anything.]

[Eridan's erratic clawing lands a path across Eddie's abdomen, the purple cloth shredding in a breath. Based on the sharp, hot burning sensation he suffered, Eddie assumed the seadweller took some skin along with the cotton-polyester mixture. Eridan wasn't going to simply cease, Eddie knew, so it was time for a little more direct action.

He tried to steady Eridan by grabbing one shoulder, his other hand aiming for the throat. That always seemed to pacify Eridan, in the most malicious way possible.]

Newer hawe I seen you like this.

[The accent remained.]

You cut up my fabulous cape, too.