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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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I think I actually prefer his version, honestly. At least he isn't deliberately obnoxious about it. Congratulations. You manage to make listening to the sound of your voice even more aggravating than listening to Eridan's.

I'm really touched, Mr. Wantas, I'm sure that took a lot of consideration to procure. [Eddie took this opportunity to open his cape with both hands spreading out, like a lionfish in full thrall.

In truth the cape was just a little fun to play with. He liked the drama of it.]

[ being called mr wantas on top of eddie spreading his cape out with both hands proves far too much for karkat. he stares at eddie with the strangest expression for a few seconds, one someone might wear after swallowing a live beetle and feeling it try to crawl back up their throat. his eye twitches.

then, abruptly, he snorts with laughter. even chuckling for a beat or two. treasure the sound, eddie. this is not one heard often, at least not by mere mortals.

in a much lighter tone of voice: ]

Fuck, fine, whatever. I guess it's not my business if you want to swish around embarrassing yourself in a big purple cape all night.

[He paused, surprised at the sudden bark of laughter. Edward took only a moment to recover, that easy and much too confident smirk gliding over his lips once more, but the slight widening of his eyes indicated a still-breathing interest in Karkat's reaction.]

So pleased to hawe acquired your permission. [Eddie said without dropping the accent. The moment between them was oddly pleasant.] Are you enjoyin yourself? As much as one could, I mean, given the gaudy influences.

[He wasn't referring to himself.]

No. Parties aren't really my thing. The only thing they are is pointless and practically begging for catastrophe to violently bludgeon everyone present in the crotch. I don't know why we keep doing this. I don't even know why I keep showing up.

[ it's said with a touch of resignation. ]

Anyway, you're one to be talking about gaudy.

How you wound me.

[But Edward spoke in such a dispassionate manner, it seemed unlikely he meant such wording.]

But nevertheless, your angst is hardly aimless: it is curious how such a venture as this makes for obvious potential repercussions.

[A cursory glance flickered around the room, his blue eyes aggressive in their observation. Mingling conversation, some idle and some more intent on obscuring an emotional meaning. Some individuals found themselves politely engaged, others seemed anxious -- their social woes born from intimate drama.]

Do you "people watch" often?

[ karkat vaguely follows edward's gaze -- from his expression of baffled, irritable disinterest, he doesn't appear to see the appeal. ]

Why would I want to waste my time watching a bunch of gormless losers I don't care about?