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_eliot_spencer (_eliot_spencer) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-10-29 21:00:00

RP: Everyone
Who: Everyone
When: Saturday, October 29th
Where: Eliot & Parker's place
Summary: Halloween costume party!



Eliot and Parker had spent the day setting up for the party. Halloween decorations hung on the walls. The coffee table along with chairs from the kitchen and desks went into the spare room beside the living room. In there, Eliot’s laptop streamed music from a station that played tunes from the ‘80s through current hits. In the living room, the terrifying movie Happy Feet played on the television, the volume low. They’d closed off their bedrooms and personal bathrooms to the guests.

Cut cold vegetables, chips, candy, crackers, cheese cubes, summer sausage, dips, cookies, pumpkin seeds, and various other finger foods filled the moved kitchen table as well as the coffee table in the other room. Booze and soda stocked the inside and harder liquor perched on top of the fridge. Plates, cups, napkins, and toothpicks waited to be used.

Gutted pumpkins stood at the ready, along with knives and markers, on the newspaper-covered kitchen counters. Other whole pumpkins stood in a line against the wall out of the way. Eliot had already carved his simple jack-o-lantern face, which Parker told him was very lopsided but she liked it anyway. She’d labeled it with the Braille label maker - like she had everything else in the flat - and put it in the bathroom as decoration.

Eliot couldn’t see Parker’s costume but she seemed pleased by how she appeared. He’d given her the small pouch of trinkets that had come with the pirate costume he wore “for the burglar part.” He’d forgone two eye-patches and went with just the one, leaving his left eye uncovered. It was Halloween – why not freak people out?

Parker let people in as they arrived, using security protocols lest someone decided to be an asshole and chastise them about it. Eliot saw only skeletons, of course, some he identified based on injury or jewelry. He’d get Parker to tell him later who’d dressed as what, considering she’d be up all night with the amount of candy she’d devoured already.

Eliot’s cane was in his back pocket but he didn’t foresee using it, as it was his flat and he knew where everything was located. Still, beer in hand, he leaned against the edge of the counter beside the stove, out of the way, where he planned to stay most of the evening.