The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash

[assistanting]

Who: April Ludgate-Dwyer and everyone ever
Where: Realside Ballroom
When: HALLOWEEN
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: ITS A HALLOWEEN PARTY
The Story:






[it's no secret that halloween is april's favorite holiday - she'd been planning this since her network post in september. she'd been ignoring the network and the tapping on her own mirrors in favor of just having this one stupid thing, and she really does go all out. it's a testament to the fact that when april puts her mind to something she can do anything she wants (with the help of a few gracious wonderlanders, and the magic here) and somewhere, leslie is just so proud, she's probably exploding. gross.

when characters arrive, they'll find the ballroom transformed into a creepy halloween paradise - tons of pumpkins, fake spider web (or is it???), fake dead bodies (or are they???), and a plethora of other decorations carefully handpicked by april. she didn't just ask the ballroom to do this, she worked out every detail.

there's an open bar and more candy than you ever needed in your life, plus a bunch of different Halloween themed food (spagehtti for brains, apples for bobbing). there's a dance floor playing a mix of mostly halloween music but also some other stuff even she can concede her taste in german death reggae isn't for everyone. and honestly, she actually wants people to have a really good time.

april is dressed up as moritica addams from the addams family and will actually be around mingling with people and being sociable - maybe that's the true horror of the holiday.]

Comments

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn is, in the parlance of her brother, taking the piss out of Angel because he looks like one of those statues you might see looming over a grave in a cemetery. Overly familiar with investigators of a brooding and quiet stock (particularly those with the fashion sense of a farmhand and/or funeral director) Evelyn is of the mind that they often need to be knocked down a peg or two out of necessity.]

Well, at least you're being honest.

[More than can be said for a lot of people.]

With my...extensive experience in Wonderland's manipulation of the holidays I think it's safe to say that something will probably go dreadfully wrong and leave us all in the lurch, but until then I might as well enjoy the music and try not to look as though being present is causing me physical pain.

[Evelyn raises an eyebrow. Looking at you, pal.]

[vampdetective]

[He could do with a little more harassment, truth be told. Faith does her part now and then, but without Cordelia here, it's been far too easy for him to fall back into old habits-- bad ones, the sort that make him withdraw and lose his all-too-important connection with humanity.]

I try. Being straightforward seems to work better for me.

[And better for Evie, too, apparently-- he looks sheepish even as he reaches back to rub at the back of his neck, awkward.]

I-- look, I'm not--

[He is. He knows exactly what he looks like most of the time, despite not being able to make use of a mirror.]

That's just my face.

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn’s approach to roughly everything involves honesty, and not just because she’s terrible at lying. Over the past year it has become glaringly apparent to her that many fall back on manipulation, weaving little webs of lies, stories they tell themselves so often that they are wont to believe them.

Angel at least has the grace to admit to his social faux pas.]

All right, Count Orlok, don’t look so-

[She waves a hand at his general distress.]

…well, I was going to say morbid, but it’s a bit on the nose. Unless that’s actually wine in your cup.

[vampdetective]

Wine's finer points tend to be lost on me.

[He can appreciate a good vintage to a certain extent, but the alcohol does little for him, and he gives his travel mug a little wave before lowering it.]

It's-- otter.

[As long as they're going with full disclosure. No use in pretending it isn't what it is.]

You know, Nosferatu perpetuated all kinds of untrue vampire stereotype.

[He has Opinions about how Hollywood tends to portray his kind-- though often it's that he feels they make vampires too alluring or sympathetic, aside from his general irritation at the coffin and garlic crap.]

[nascensibility]

It was meant in jest, Angel - I can only assume as much.

[People still think archaeology is digging around haphazardly for treasure, and perhaps for the untrained it is, but Evelyn prefers a more meticulous, scientific approach. In spite of her frequent pratfalls.

She is, however, predisposed to changing her opinions with solid evidence. What better source than an actual vampire?]

Perhaps you might dispel some of the rumours for me, then? The last vampire with whom I became familiar introduced himself by attacking me in the library.

[vampdetective]

Sorry, I just-- felt it was worth pointing out.

[His sense of humor is a strange creature in and of itself. Sometimes, it seems to be entirely lacking, particularly when he's just getting to know someone, though that doesn't last forever. Certain subjects, however, are bound to get under his skin regardless, whether they're meant in jest or not.]

Rude of him, if you ask me.

[Among other things.]

Though that sounds typical. Most vampires are the 'bite first, ask questions later' types. Did he spout poetry beforehand? The really self-centered ones love to do that.

[nascensibility]

[Somehow it comes as little surprise that most vampires combine dramatism with eccentricity, likely a product of having lived so long and simultaneously wanting to toy with their prey from a position of power. It was rude of Damon, to compel her to stand there in mounting horror while she waited for the inevitable.

(Rude is probably a generous term, however, for what he did.)]

No.

[Pursing her lips and looking off to the crowd, Evelyn is happy she can finally speak on the subject but now remembering what she had gone through to do so. Lifting the post-feeding compulsion was agony.]

But he did glamour me into place and proceeded to drunkenly pontificate about how the woman he loved had spurned him and how tempted he was to rip my throat open in some ill-conceived recompense.