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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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[ At that, Jenny actually makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. ]

Should I even fucking ask what happened to the other side-kicks?

[He tilts his head to one side, and then to the other side, as if pondering over this weighty matter.]

It's probably best unsaid. [A quick wink followed, as if he were sharing some incredibly amusing yet frustratingly coded anecdote.

Truth be told, Eddie favored henches and proteges more than sidekicks. And both categories usually tried to kill him anyway, eventually.]

[ If that worries her, it doesn't show. She simply shrugs carelessly in the way that kids her age do, waving her cigarette in a dismissive gesture. ]

Whatever. I killed my first man when I was a fucking infant. I think I can handle it.

Was it a very bloody death? [He inquired this politely, as if they were discussing an unusual amount of rainfall or early snow. He usually adapted a neutral, but mannered, affect when he was direly interested in something.

And didn't want to show it.]

I fucking blew him and some of his loser friends apart with my mind. So. [ Another shrug. ] Too bad I was too young to be creative about it.