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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 would love to think so! [A playful jab and, thankfully, not an indication that she's more arrogant than at first glance.]

Ah, well, I can guarantee that if I put him in my costume that he'd definitely be more pissed than he is now. [She had tried to come up with something else to serve, but realized that not everyone likes shellfish (herself included) and nothing else really fit the spirit of the recently passed holiday without it being... really weird? So she just stuck to candy. At least there are some less sugary sweets lining the tables.]

You knew him back then? [Mitch had mentioned it, but she needs more deets...]

Yeah, I did. [ He's not surprised by the question or her apparent curiosity about it. For one, it's Zatanna, and for another, he's pretty sure by now that Mitch doesn't talk about home at all. He didn't much enjoy talking about his days as the Great Machine even when he was the Mayor of New York City, and Bradbury imagines that hasn't changed. Still, it's probably less ridiculous than the idea of Mitch in Zee's costume, which is a mental image that makes him snicker and cringe simultaneously. ]

You could say I was his sidekick, I guess. [ He hates that word. Hates it more when people like Nygma and Pherson use it. But nothing else really fits. ] No costume, though. Just the guy driving the getaway van.

[Zatanna still refuses to stop attempting to get him to reveal any little detail about his life back home, superhero or otherwise. Very rarely does he crack and tell her anything about his past, but she only thinks it fair considering his very, ah... intimate knowledge of her and her world, right? And that's what close friends -- best friends! -- do, don't they? They know everything about one another.]

See, there is something new. He never mentioned that. [So he was sort of his Alfred... hrm.] How did you become his... getaway van driver? That's not exactly a gig you apply for, I imagine.

It just kinda happened. [ He shrugs, helplessly. He actually seems to be honest about that, and the truth is, he doesn't really think about how he ended up tagging along for the ride. While he hadn't been invited, he hadn't exactly invited himself, either. ] I was around, and Mitch couldn't drive worth crap, so...

[ He trails off at that, because he can't think of anything else to say. Bradbury's pretty bad at telling stories about himself. ]