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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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Yes, it carries an alarming risk of head injury. They always seem to aim for concussions, and you combine that with super speed, and...well, I'm surprised nobody's been actually hospitalised yet. They're probably very careful about it. [ and then there's Gotham and Batman, who is much less careful about it and a lot more merciless ]

I'm fairly sure I was before your debut, actually. I was possibly taking care of family matters when you began your illustrious career.

My moniker is the Fiddler, but--well. [ shrugs. ] It's irrelevant, really.

[Praise is definitely an effective way to avoid being composted. Take notes, everyone.]

So, you're an old-timer? I've never met too many, but it's not like a profession where you get more head injuries than a professional sports player allows for many. [hmm] The Bat is more into rib fractures, though I've never experienced it myself.

[ being composted is an experience he'd rather avoid, so that's a bonus! ]

Being in the criminal profession doesn't lend itself to terribly long lifespans, no. Unless you're Shade, but he's immortal and therefore will probably survive the heat death of the planet [ IT'S CANON, SOMEWHERE ], so he doesn't particularly count!

Mm, yes, I'd heard about that. It's a little troubling, honestly. [ batman is not exactly the role model for heroes everywhere ]

It keeps Arkham's medical wing busy, though I am waiting for the day he accidentally kills someone. I hope it's the Joker. [IT WOULD SOLVE

SO MANY PROBLEMS...]