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deathsmajesty) wrote2023-10-31 05:32 am
deathsmajesty) wrote2023-10-31 05:32 am
Entry tags:
- event: halloween party,
- what: party,
- where: creepy abandoned mansion,
- who: amaya blackstone,
- who: arthur lester,
- who: beaker,
- who: boc,
- who: eric northman,
- who: gladio amicitia,
- who: hannibal lector,
- who: ignis scientia,
- who: irene adler,
- who: john smith,
- who: jonathan sims,
- who: lana beniko,
- who: liz argentum,
- who: llewellyn watts,
- who: nell ingram,
- who: rosa diaz,
- who: sam the eagle,
- who: stark,
- who: steve rogers,
- who: steven grant,
- who: summer smith,
- who: tony stark,
- who: will halstead
Halloween Party, Creepy But Nowhere Near Abandoned Mansion, Tuesday Night
After basically being dared to do it by Tony Stark (and putting in six weeks of renovations, bless Hannibal for the contractor), Liliana, dressed as an empress, hair pulled back in a profusion of curls by her angelic headpiece, was ready to throw her first Fandom party. Sure, it was for a holiday she didn't really understand, but she'd heard enough about it to make due: there was supposed to be candy and people were supposed to be in costume. Done. Everything else was just the same as a regular party, right?
Granted, the last party she'd hosted had actually been for a bunch of vampires and that had been seventy years ago on a completely different plane, but bah, details. You had food to eat, music to dance to, dark corners to sneak off to, and either enough witty people or enough alcohol to keep the conversation flowing. Liliana was hoping that there would be plenty of the former showing up, but just in case, she'd made sure to stock plenty of the latter.
Though her newly refurbished ballroom was actually very light and airy, she had done her best to recreate some of the spookiest elements she'd seen in her travels. The dancefloor was covered in about a foot of heavy fog that swirled and eddied with every movement. While most of the chandeliers were shrouded in fabric and false webbing, she personally found the main chandelier was decorated in something she much more unnerving. Black and red candles flickered about the room held by ghostly hands, dripping skulls, and the occasional elegant standing candelabra. One of the few concessions to magic she'd used tonight was to have the candles lit with tongues of false fire, which provided light but no heat. And they glowed blues and greens and purples, which was a nice effect. Red roses were placed upside down in vases, while more questionable arrangements sat in decorative vases. Out of deference to her guests'squeamishness sensibilities, all creepy critters, skeletons, and dead bodies were all cunningly crafted fakes, not a single real bone or drop of blood in the place.
Other than, of course, what her guests brought in with them. And should they leave with fewer of either than they'd come in with, well, that was hardly her fault. Probably.
Arrive and Mingle / Photos / Dark Corners [NFB] / Refreshments / Dance / Gardens / OOC
[Please hold for OCD up! Do the thing!]
Granted, the last party she'd hosted had actually been for a bunch of vampires and that had been seventy years ago on a completely different plane, but bah, details. You had food to eat, music to dance to, dark corners to sneak off to, and either enough witty people or enough alcohol to keep the conversation flowing. Liliana was hoping that there would be plenty of the former showing up, but just in case, she'd made sure to stock plenty of the latter.
Though her newly refurbished ballroom was actually very light and airy, she had done her best to recreate some of the spookiest elements she'd seen in her travels. The dancefloor was covered in about a foot of heavy fog that swirled and eddied with every movement. While most of the chandeliers were shrouded in fabric and false webbing, she personally found the main chandelier was decorated in something she much more unnerving. Black and red candles flickered about the room held by ghostly hands, dripping skulls, and the occasional elegant standing candelabra. One of the few concessions to magic she'd used tonight was to have the candles lit with tongues of false fire, which provided light but no heat. And they glowed blues and greens and purples, which was a nice effect. Red roses were placed upside down in vases, while more questionable arrangements sat in decorative vases. Out of deference to her guests'
Other than, of course, what her guests brought in with them. And should they leave with fewer of either than they'd come in with, well, that was hardly her fault. Probably.
Arrive and Mingle / Photos / Dark Corners [NFB] / Refreshments / Dance / Gardens / OOC
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Re: (Eventually) Arrive and Mingle
He was in no hurry to move. Not when Summer was so close. He raised his own hand to cover hers and leaned in, hoping to steal a kiss. To fortify him before the arduous journey to the refreshments where he might get cold without someone to warm him up.
Re: (Eventually) Arrive and Mingle
"Shacks and drinks," she then confirmed. "Thank you, Stark."
Re: (Eventually) Arrive and Mingle
"You're welcome," he said. He didn't move away immediately. Lingering was so appealing and he could give her one of those soft smiles that were only ever aimed at her. "I'll be right back."
He wasn't right back. It was a large ballroom and there were choices to be made and coming back he had to be sure not to spill anything. He came back with a plate with a little of everything except for the chocolate fondue because that was far more fun to dip for yourself. He also had one glass of the eyeball sangria and one of the mulled pomegranate cherry juice.
"Pick your drink," he said. "I'll take the other. Or we can share?"