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(cogito ergo sum.) ([personal profile] bu773rfly) wrote in [community profile] balance_logs2019-10-27 10:50 pm

boo

Who: All troublemakers and part-time ghouls [that means open]

Where: The movie room, then the Quad

When: The very night of Halloween!

What: Get SPOOKY, get SLEEPY, get STUPID, it's a sleepover costume party.

Content Warning: none for the post; byocw (bring your own content warnings)

[It starts a few nights before, with a network post.]

10.27.xx 19:28:16 un:hudie

20:00....Halloween night...the movie room...

You'd better be there. You'd better be in costume.


10.27.xx 19:29:43 un:akapassionista

I can't wait to see everyone's Halloween costumes!! ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o~♪♪

[You'd better. Because it's a party!

Kaede and Erika have dressed the room up for the spookiest night of the year. It's nothing professional - lights dimmed, music playing, store-bought balloons with jack-o-lantern faces on them, paper cutouts in pumpkin and ghost shapes stuck to the wall. A "bat" is fluttering around, but if you squint, it's actually just Erika's familiar with black paper stuck to her wings. There's some kind of plastic tub in the corner full of water and...apples? Is it supposed to be bobbing for apples? All in all, it has some kind of DIY charm to it all.

Of course, everyone's actually here for the refreshments, and there's plenty of those. Some Bender specials, mostly the non-enchanted fare, but you might find a couple of the milder curses and blessings on the table. Bowls of popcorn and chips and every other genre of snack food you can scrounge up at Fantasy Costco. Candy galore. A modest assortment of Faerunian treats familiar from missions. Paper cups and plates and napkins. Soda bottles and a water pitcher and a few big bowls of punch. (One is labeled "alcoholic". Be ye ware.)

And by the way, costumes really are mandatory. There's a sign out front saying so. If you came unprepared, there's a bin of costume components outside to choose from, capes and headbands and masks and whatnot, but they might not coordinate well. If you think you're getting in without making an effort, Kaede and Erika (themselves dressed in bargain bin warlock and bard kit, respectively) are ready and waiting to chase you down and apply whatever degree of force or Sleep they need to correct the issue, with costume accessories and water-resistant face paint in hand.


About two hours into things, the two get everyone's attention and move the party outside to the Quad. Out there they've got a campfire going, picnic blankets spread out for sitting on, ingredients for s'mores laid out, and...pumpkins! And tools for carving or painting them. A sign out by the campfire announces a contest for the best decorated pumpkins, but nobody ever comes along to apply judging standards, so everyone's just free to show off their creation.

Things wind down a little after midnight. You can head on home...or just sleep out here, between blankets under the stars. It's that cozy kind of night.]
parfaitgirl: (doki-doki)

[personal profile] parfaitgirl 2019-11-04 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ She reaches up to grab the brim of her hat with both hands, trying to keep it from falling off her head. ]

Literally just "pants" is not half a costume.
protegge: <user name="peaked"> | dnt (🔫 falling on a termite)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-11-05 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Nope. It shall be booped again. Boop!]

It definitely is. Plus I got the shoes and the shirt.

[Which is open. And the shoes are just regular shoes. This argument is deeply flawed.]
parfaitgirl: (summer)

[personal profile] parfaitgirl 2019-11-05 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
But it's just normal clothes. Unless ...

Do you think it's a costume because it's less dumb than what you wear normally?

[ OUCH. ]
protegge: <user name="peaked"> | dnt (🔫 yo — cut it)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-11-13 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[GOD . . . KO. That one actually gets him. He still misses his clown clothes.]

Hey! It's way dumber than what I wear normally!

[It literally isn't. It literally is better. This is better than normal, Mista, you shit.]
parfaitgirl: (sweet)

[personal profile] parfaitgirl 2019-11-13 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ She folds her arms across her chest. ]

You look at least 50% less like some kind of weird medieval clown, so I'm pretty sure it's better.
protegge: <user name="rightgunman"> (🔫 they ain't got a chance)

1/2

[personal profile] protegge 2019-11-13 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[WOW]
protegge: <user name="peaked"> | dnt (🔫 sleep on the loveseat)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-11-13 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[there's only one appropriate reaction to this]

[he clutches his chest with both hands, makes a guttural grunting noise, and collapses to one knee. then to the floor. where he lies facedown, very obviously dead.]

[who gave this child vicious mockery???]
parfaitgirl: (skipping)

[personal profile] parfaitgirl 2019-11-13 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ She lets out a little "pfft" of laughter in response. ]

How much of that punch did you have?
protegge: art by <user name="transjolynekujo" site="tumblr.com"> (🔫 night after night)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-11-13 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[HE CAN'T TALK HE'S DEAD]

[gurgleurgle]

[hurgle]

[death rattle]

[wow where's his oscar]
parfaitgirl: (sweet)

[personal profile] parfaitgirl 2019-11-13 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ She pokes him in the side -- mostly gently -- with the pointy toe of her shoe.

If he seems content to stay down there making funny noises, she will mime opening up her bracer to make a call: ]


Hello? Sayori? Your boyfriend's choking on his own bad taste.
protegge: <user name="peaked"> | dnt (🔫 a shotgun wedding)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-11-13 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he's still gurgling. When she makes the fake call, though, he increases the drama by a solid 50%. That is a loud death rattle, followed by:]

Avenge . . . me . . .

[The floor is not clean enough for this.]
parfaitgirl: (lollipop)

[personal profile] parfaitgirl 2019-11-13 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, no. You're too late!

[ She pauses, watching him ... writhe on the floor as she composes his obituary. ]

Here lies Mista, he never learned how to dress himself.