deathsmajesty | 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.

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Maybe next Halloween she'd really spice things up. This party was missing out on the many possibilities of undead entertainment.

As far as she could tell, Halloween was basically 'Innistrad The Holiday' and she was here for it.

"Thank you, darling. It might just have been worth all those early construction mornings after all. Also, I need you to know that the bartender had suggested a number of jello shots which I absolutely refused. I may have unplumbed depths of audacity, but even I know where to draw the line."

"Oh, well," said Summer, "I mean, that's just smart. You don't want to be known as the party that served subpar jello shots. Good move."

Not that anyone was trying to also tamp down a bit of offense and disappointment at not being asked to bartend or anything! It was totally fine! Like, she understood that the whole 'sucking half the life out of the guy you sleep with' of it all could make that a bit awkward! She would have probably had said no anyway! You know, because of the life sucking stuff!

But also, like, he was totally better now, too, soooo......

It really would have made the whole thing awkward.

"Precisely," Liliana agreed. "And I wasn't about to make that kind of name for myself. But for this, my first party, I was adamant that everyone should be a guest. I threatened to have it written up in the contract for Liz, in fact. We'll see if Ignis forgives me for not putting him to work in the kitchen for it. Though now that the cork has been loosed from the bottle as it were..."

Look, Summer, could you be mad you weren't bartending if she didn't even have Ignis cooking?

"I'd guess that Ignis' forgiveness is going to be pretty heavily based on how good the food he's getting instead actually is," Summer mused.

She would be fine if the drinks sucked. In fact, she actually would prefer it.

"But, hey!" she offered as a potential subject change, unless Liliana wanted to go into more explanations on why she shouldn't feel totally slighted at the lack of jello involved in this party. "That seems to be going well, huh?"

More explanations were totally not Liliana's style. Because that suggested she felt she needed to explain herself and, yeah, she didn't.

"That?" she asked. "Ah. Things with Ignis?" She smiled, unaware of just how much her expression warmed and softened at his name. "They are going quite well, yes. We're having a delightful time."

You know, totally chill and casual, no major anythings here for anyone! Keys and consorts say what?

That expression wasn't passing by Summer, not in a million years, although there was that weird feeling she always got of being just so self-serving when she asked Liliana about Ignis, for some weird reason.

"Well, he can be a pretty delightful guy," she said, "so I guess tracks."

It was probably because she and Ignis had been friends for so long! And Liliana was pretty sure Summer had involved herself in Ignis' romantic life. So clearly it tracked.

"He is," she said softly. "I remain shocked how few people seem to realize it."

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