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paxnarrator ([info]paxnarrator) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-31 00:00:00

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Entry tags:amun, aphrodite, ares, changing woman, coyote, eris, harmonia, jormungandr, mania, min, morrigan, mut, osiris, raijin, raven, sigyn, tlazolteotl, urdr, veles

Who: OPEN
What: Pax Letale Halloween Bash 2010!
Where: The Empty Grave
When: 6:30-9 p.m.
Warnings: Likely any and all. Enter at your own risk.
Notes: This is the party post for all Pax residents and guests in attendance, right up to the moment of transformation. Use your subject line to denote your character's location (i.e. 'By the door,' 'at the bar,' 'on the dance floor,' 'in a coat closet.')

The air in Pax Letale crackled with possibility all day Sunday. All week, excited chatter had filled the hallway and the forums; costumes had been carried in and out; speculation on what the party would entail were whispered. By Sunday, the energy surrounding the event held so much promise that it hardly seemed like just a Halloween party anymore; it was something more, and that sense was nearly kinetic.

The main ballroom in the haunted mansion that was The Empty Grave was expansive, but guests had already begun to arrive. When they entered, they found lush opulence withered and faded; grandeur, but with an eerie pall over it. It was perfect for Halloween - dark, ghostly, with a twisted Victorian edge to it. The bar was fully stocked, trays of h'ors d'oeuvres passed around and more substantial fare offered on ornate platters along one wall. A DJ was already spinning a mix of music that somehow managed to fit the theme and appeal to the eclectic demographic he was serving, and attractive (if ghastly) characters added flavor to the already colorful room.

The night had begun.



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Re: Hiding by the food - OTA
[info]eristic
2010-11-03 06:00 am UTC (link)
Shoveling more pretzels in her mouth (this was probably only the third semi-real meal she'd had all week; Charlie and groceries? You must be joking), she half-listened to Dorcas' complaints, a brow spiking at the potential Thelma and Louise duo Dorcas was comparing them to.

Seriously? Charlie totally didn't need that on her rap sheet, and she would have said so outloud too, except for the fact that she had a mouthful of food. Enough that anything that somewhat resembled words would not after passing through chewed up pretzels. She finished chewing and swallowed.

But by then, Dorcas was chewing out some random passerby, which amused Charlie to no end. "Whoa there, Cujo. I can't believe I'm saying this, but chill out. The night's just getting started." And she had no idea that she was being almost psychic with that little tidbit.

"Actually, don't listen to me, that was fucking hilarious. I'll just stand here and watch, participation's never really been my thing," she rescinded, going over the food with a somewhat pickier eye. Participation had, in fact, always been her thing, but right now she had to sit out any kind of threats. And she was, mostly. Hey, she hadn't hit anyone yet (knock on wood).

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Re: Hiding by the food - OTA
[info]sweetwaterkill
2010-11-03 06:26 am UTC (link)
Well at least Charlie didn't disgrace herself my talking around pretzels and spitting them around the table disgustingly. Dorcas could appreciate that much. Or at least she would have if she were paying one lick of attention which she wasn't. She pointed a threatening finger at Charlie, "Don't... Just don't. I wouldn't even be here if my boss hadn't threatened to fire me for not socializing which I don't even think he can do legally..."

She shook her head and started down the table looking for something that was more edible than this Halloween themed fair. Alright, she loved Halloween, really. But Charlie's presence was making her cranky. Why was there nothing resembling real food? Oh, wait. Oo, cookies. They looked like little tombstones but they were cookies nonetheless so she picked up one of those. "Just wanna go back to my apartment and watch scary movies," she muttered more to herself than anyone else, "stupid needing money to live thing."

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Re: Hiding by the food - OTA
[info]eristic
2010-11-04 04:53 pm UTC (link)
She made a mock-innocent face at Dorcas before letting it dissolve back into its previous amused expression. She? Do something? Never.

"Fuck 'im," which was easy to say; Charlie had never been big on people telling her what to do, even if she was pulling down a paycheck. She knew she wasn't really one to talk, because if she screwed over her current job, she risked screwing up her parole. The whining was starting to irk her a little, breaking up the amusement she'd been feeling prior. Readjusting her horns (the headband was digging into her skull a little), she picked up a napkin and used it to clean her hands, leaving the crumpled ball on the table for someone else to deal with.

"'Course, you could always just whine about it. That fixes everything," she gave one last comment to the situation as she looked longingly towards the bar. Yeah, that'd turn the night around.

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Re: Hiding by the food - OTA
[info]sweetwaterkill
2010-11-05 03:43 am UTC (link)
Dorcas just shook her head a little. Yeah, no, that wasn't going to happen. She needed this job; needed whatever kindness he could provide or else she'd be living in some poor house totally useless. "I'll stop whining when you stop being a bitch and can give good advice." Was that an oh snap moment? She didn't know. She hoped it was. Taking a handful of what appeared to be cheap, shitty candy, she started away from the food table and towards a little table in a corner that seemed to be quite unoccupied. Hopefully Charlie would go for the bar instead of following her.

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Re: Hiding by the food - OTA
[info]eristic
2010-11-05 04:48 am UTC (link)
Charlie rolled her eyes, now fully annoyed with Dorcas' attitude. A moment ago it proved amusing enough, but it had worn thin. Inwardly, she was surprised at the comments the pink-haired woman had suddenly had the balls to bring up - but Charlie wasn't good at being anything other than a bitch, so there was no help in that department. Hell, no one ever asked for her advice before anyway, and it wasn't something she was used to or good at.

So instead of replying, Charlie stalked off to the bar, intent on carrying on a conversation with a vodka or whiskey bottle, something that would certainly prove more mind-numbing than anything else at this forsaken party.

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