The boots were the best part of the costume, Maedhros thought, on both of them, though the fancy queue he'd gotten his hair into definitely added to it. He really liked the little bow at the end and felt...like some kind of law breaking Thomas Jefferson or something. Right now though? He was in his element, and trying out a couple of phrases to get things moving along when it came to the contest. Well, and sipping mulled cider from a mug.
"Beinvenue!" he greeted the assembled creatures, sexy transvestites from Transylvania, and vampires and werewolves from there too. And quite a few angels, of both the traditional variety and those who worked for Charlie. "If you've all gotten your numbers, we'll start assembling backstage by the cages. So come on back, and don't be shy. Everyone is welcome here! Let's get some more appropriate music going, hmm?" He asked, nodding toward the stereosystem plugged in onstage, which was set to play a variety of halloween themed classics. The first one that came out? A little number by Stephen Lynch. If that didn't set the tone for the night, well, nothing really WOULD.