Halloween Party, Creepy But Nowhere Near Abandoned Mansion, Tuesday Night

[deathsmajesty]

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!]

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Re: (Eventually) Arrive and Mingle

[suitably_heroic]

"Don't try to read me," Atton said. He sounded a lot more casual about it than he would have with most people - he actually liked her - but still, it was a point he was instinctually required to make. "But sparring doesn't sound too bad. No gauntlets for me, though."

Re: (Eventually) Arrive and Mingle

[unusual_sith]

Lana nodded to show she understood; she hadn't read him yet, but it was near-instinctual, so it was probably good of him to set the boundary. "Whenever you like. You've got my number. And who knows - maybe the island will throw something at us purely because it's a holiday."

Re: (Eventually) Arrive and Mingle

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had always been good at throwing up barriers, confusing people away from his mind; his instincts meant that any casual attempt to read him would bring nothing but base emotions and little rhythmic details from his surroundings-- the sound of the wind, the clicking of a power coupling.

But there were plenty of people who had actively tried to go further. It never ended well.

"I hope not," he said. "I kind of like being able to nope out of here and head back to New York most days of the week." He sighed. "How's your schedule tomorrow?"

Re: (Eventually) Arrive and Mingle

[unusual_sith]

"I'm free any day we're not teaching." Lana shrugged. "Unless a last-minute emergency happens back home."