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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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A sword of light. Uh huh.

[It's not that far-fetched given the things she sees on a regular basis, but still.]

So what are you supposed to be?

I dunno how it works. [ A shrug, candid. ] Never been a fan of science fiction.

[ Hated it, really, which is why being here is the most ironic thing that could have happened to him. ]

A Jedi Master, I guess. They do... [ He tries to think of what they do and manages to conjure a half-remembered scene. ] ...uh, pretty much the same thing as Air Nomads.

Hm. [She takes a sip of her drink.] Never saw the appeal of that lifestyle.

Sounds like you didn't pick out the costume. [Unless he just likes dressing up as things he seems to have no interest in.]

Yeah, I hear ya. Who wants to spend that much time inside their own head, anyway?

[ It's a joke. Mostly. He knows his boss does that shit, but he doesn't see the appeal. ] I didn't come in a costume, so... Zee picked one out for me instead. It could be worse.

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People who can sit around and do nothing for hours and not go crazy. [It's a little harsh. But it's just that Airbenders could drive you a little crazy sometimes.]

I guess I better not let her see me, then.

[ He does laugh at that, quick and sharp, because it does sound like Mitch. ]

Probably a good idea. She ended up giving my boss a makeover too. [ He points out the guy in the helmet and the jetpack, probably sulking against a wall. Yyyep. )

[She raises an eyebrow. Okay, don't mess with Zatanna unless you want public humiliation.] Right. I'll make a wide berth.

Lin Beifong, by the way. [She offers a hand.]

Rick Bradbury. [ He takes her hand and gives it a firm shake, his own palms and fingers calloused by the weapons he uses and the work he does to stay in shape. His other hand, if she's the type to notice such details, has a plain, unadorned gold band on its ring finger. ]