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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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Well, I suppose I'm not the most reliable person to test whether a beverage is poisoned, but no one else seems to be suffering any ill effects.

[ she does not answer his question. she just leaves it on the floor, hoping it'll get swept under the rug. ]

I don't want to get drunk, Kanaya. I don't know if you've noticed but terrible things tend to happen when I do.

[ a pause. then, awkwardly: ]

You know, we don't have to stay if you think it's bullshit. I didn't want to come either.

You don't have to worry, there's no alcohol in it. [ she says it with a sigh, like it's the worst thing to happen to her evening.

and much as she doesn't want to be here... ] I don't really feel like leaving.

I'm not taking any chances. [ he peers at her searchingly. ] What do you feel like?

[ wow, now there is a question. not one she's inclined to try to answer, since he's caught too many glimmers of the truth already, even if two weeks have passed since then. ]

I...I don't know.

You don't know? [ he raises a skeptical eyebrow. ]

No, I don't. [ or she doesn't trust what she feels like, or more likely just doesn't want to say it. ] All I know is my desire not to be here doesn't really surpass my desire not to leave enough for any kind of action taken on the matter to appeal to me.

That doesn't even make any sense, what the fuck. You don't want to be here, but you don't want to leave? [ except that's exactly how karkat feels. hypocrisy.

his tone softens a little. ]

What's bugging you lately? [ he hesitates. ] Is it Terezi?

That's not what any of this is about. [ that is maybe some of what this is about, but not the biggest part at least. ] It isn't even about... [ she trails off, she doesn't want to say her name. ]