JANUARY POCKET PARTY!

[peckishmods]

pocket's ghostly party!!

what's up?

Pocket is throwing a party tonight and you’re invited! There’s about an hour after dinner to get ready for the big event and somehow that endless mix of icy rain and snow seems to lighten as students start to gather at the shores of Lake Peckenpaugh. Just like always, there’s not an adult in sight, and despite significant snow collection elsewhere, the path up to the waterfall caves is well cleared.

In groups and pairs, students pass beneath the half-frozen falls and into the caves behind. Enveloped in darkness, their paces echo as the sound of rain grows more distant, the air warmer, and then, the rain returns, louder than ever.

A flash of lightning, a crack of thunder, and each student find themselves at the foot of a great seaside cliff on a dark and stormy night…

visuals!

volunteer slots!

There’s definitely something strange about the ballroom, but eventually Patrice figures it out: it’s a giant spirit board! And that thing moving around all the dancers is a planchet. I wonder what it’s saying?

pairings list!

• Adrian Gildersleeves
• STB #1: Ian
• STB #2: Tybalt
• 7MIH: Xenia

• Atlas Quigley
• STB #1: Cedar
• STB #2: Willow

• Bijou Pascal
• STB #1: Patrice
• STB #2: Lydia

• Cedar Quackenbush
• STB #1: Atlas
• STB #2: Skip

• Chanel Addams
• STB #1: Scarlett
• STB #2: Uriah
• 7MIH: Gemma

• Cicero Cook
• STB #1: Winifred
• STB #2: Mary Grace
• 7MIH: Viola

• Claudia Vega
• STB #1: Uriah
• STB #2: Fiona
• 7MIH: Wyatt

• Desmond Savage
• STB #1: Mary Grace
• STB #2: Ian
• 7MIH: Scarlett

• Edgar Waxweiler
• STB #1: Holland
• STB #2: Scarlett

• Felicity Deverill
• STB #1: Winter
• STB #2: Trudy
• 7MIH: Presley

• Fiona Moon
• STB #1: Skip
• STB #2: Claudia
• 7MIH: Uriah

• Gemma Zhao
• STB #1: Xenia
• STB #2: Winter
• 7MIH: Chanel

• Gertrude McGilliguddy
• STB #1: Jupiter
• STB #2: Felicity
• 7MIH: Winifred

• Holland Graves
• STB #1: Eddy
• STB #2: Wyatt

• Ian Fitzpatrick
• STB #1: Adrian
• STB #2: Desmond
• 7MIH: Tybalt

• Imogen Rainwater
• STB #1: Tybalt
• STB #2: Laszlo
• 7MIH: Mary Grace

• Jupiter Quigley
• STB #1: Trudy
• STB #2: Presley
• 7MIH: Lydia

• Laszlo Pataki
• STB #1: Wyatt
• STB #2: Imogen
• 7MIH: Willow

• Lydia Dwyer
• STB #1: Willow
• STB #2: Bijou
• 7MIH: Jupiter

• Mary Grace
• STB #1: Desmond
• STB #2: Cicero
• 7MIH: Imogen

• Patrice Tang
• STB #1: Bijou
• STB #2: Xenia

• Presley Mondragon
• STB #1: Jupiter
• STB #2: Winifred
• 7MIH: Felicity

• Scarlett Hatfield
• STB #1: Chanel
• STB #2: Eddy
• 7MIH: Desmond

• Skip Rider
• STB #1: Fiona
• STB #2: Cedar

• Tybalt Zettler
• STB #1: Imogen
• STB #2: Adrian
• 7MIH: Fitz

• Uriah Hatfield
• STB #1: Claudia
• STB #2: Chanel
• 7MIH: Fiona

• Viola Warbeck
• 7MIH: Cicero

• Willow Quackenbush
• STB #1: Lydia
• STB #2: Atlas
• 7MIH: Laszlo

• Winifred Adler
• STB #1: Cicero
• STB #2: Presley
• 7MIH: Trudy

• Winter Carmichael
• STB #1: Felicity
• STB #2: Gemma

• Wyatt Webberley
• STB #1: Laszlo
• STB #2: Holland
• 7MIH: Claudia

• Xenia de Bourgh
• STB #1: Gemma
• STB #2: Patrice
• 7MIH: Adrian

how this works!

⬥ Welcome to Pocket’s party! Pocket always wants to hang out with the students of Peckenpaugh, and she uses her unusual magic to give them fantastic new places to play with her. This is Pocket’s domain, and she’ll block or (safely) eject anyone who is dangerously disruptive or threatens the safety or secrecy of the party.

⬥ Pocket Parties are pretty much old hat for Peckenpaugh's students, provided you've been here for a year. What's not old hat is the party itself. Pocket's parties are always reliably wild and imaginative, bending the limits of magic and reality!

⬥ The party starts at 8PM, and stretches on indistinctly. No matter when you leave, though, it’s always 11PM ⁠— Pocket abides by the weekend campus curfew. :) ⁠— and when you exit the party, you arrive at the Falls.

⬥ Tonight Pocket has a few different surprises for students:

Dress to Impress: Tonight students arrive on the other side of Elflock Falls’ cave dressed in elegant dated fashion. Pocket really can’t keep track of human fashion trends, so something that might’ve roughly fit in between the early-mid-1800s and the early-1900s would be appropriate: Victorian or Edwardian. Then again, Pocket is here to please you, so if you want to show up to the inquest in a tuxedo t-shirt, by all means...

The Magic of Technicolor: When students enter Pocket’s pocket world tonight, everything they see is black and white like an old movie — that goes for their fellow students! However, touching anything will stain it with color. Inanimate items will adopt a color reflective of one’s mood, betraying feelings to all those watching. Color will linger for a few minutes after stopping contact and then gradually fade back to black and white.

A Ghostly Affair: All throughout Pocket's haunted estate are ghosts going about their evening. Most will not interact, but some are hellbent on spooking students throughout the evening! There's also a monster lurking in the woods outside the mansion.

Get Spooky: Students have the option of becoming incorporeal! Under the What’s Up header, you can request a randomized death and flag yourself as a ghost by saying I’M DEAD in the comment. We’ll tell you how you died, and for the rest of the party, you are a spooky ghost, able to fly through walls, haunt objects, and mess with the planchette in the ballroom. However, as a ghost, you cannot participate in the hunt…

Haunted Hunt: A terrible ghost haunts this estate and it’s up to you to seal him away. Students may consolidate into groups of between two and five to participate in the Haunted Hunt activity event. Head down to the OOC - Group Planning subheader to find a team, and then go to the OOC - Group Registry subheader to register your group. The group that amasses the most points during the course of the event will have successfully put an end to the terrible ghost’s wrath and will be rewarded by Pocket at a later date.

• The Haunted Hunt functions much in the same way as the Senior Stranding event: players earn points for their team by threading, posting and commenting. We have created the tag event: haunted hunt for this occasion. If your post is haunted hunt relevant, be sure to tag it as such to ensure everything is counted!
  • Until Monday at 8AM EST, threads labeled HAUNTED HUNT: and all their replies will count for 5 points.
  • Until Monday at 8AM EST, posts tagged with event: haunted hunt will count for 5 points a piece.
  • Until Monday at 8AM EST, comments on posts tagged with event: haunted hunt will count for .5 points.
• In order to “banish the evil ghost” students will need to amass items off of a scavenger hunt list provided below. These items are intended as prompts and props for scenes and acquisition is not officially handled by the mods. Pocket assembled this list in her own words, so feel free to get creative with what you think she may’ve been talking about.


• On Monday morning, point accumulation will close out, and we will announce the team who acquired the most points. That team is responsible for banishing Pocket’s “evil ghost”, saving everyone from a “horrible” “demise” and winning Pocket’s game for the night.

Click here for Pocket's scavenger hunt list!

- The heaviest thing you can find!!
- Teeth! But not real teeth. The other kind!!
- Ohhhhh do you see any families around?? It looks like we need a happy family, or at least we need their smiles.
- Something that's almost done burning.
- That place where you pile all your ashes!! Or maybe serve them???
- A face that's been played with.
- One of their heads.
- Oh!! The food with eyes, the food with eyes!! Bring at least three.
- A handful of pre-quills!! Get it get it get it??
- Extra eyes!!! We need a lot of eyes!!!
- I think it's like a sad blanket?? :(
- The SPIRIT of things.
- Friendship

locations!

⬦ WHAT'S UP?: It is with umbrella in hand that each student emerges from the Elflock Falls caves, not in snowy Appalachia, but by some unfamiliar coastal cliff cast in black and white and gray. Their clothes have changed, not ordinary teen party attire but perhaps something more befitting a formal Victorian dinner party. Standing at the bottom of a hill, surrounded by dense woods, the only sign of civilization is a great mansion estate at the edge of the cliff. How’s your character feeling? What clothes are they wearing? Are they going to meet their untimely demise tonight? Let us know in this section by replying to this comment with I’M DEAD we’ll give you a random cause of death, and you’ll be flagged as a ghost for the rest of the evening!

⬦ INSIDE: THE FOYER: The main foyer of the estate is a greeting room fit for a king. Guest pass from the rain through a pair of massive wooden doors carved with cicada motifs and find themselves and their clothes instantly, magically dry. The rumbling thunder is merely muffled from here, an open space of mosaic tile floors, damask wallpaper and intricate ebony wood accents. If you hadn’t noticed before, you’ll certainly see it now: everything here is drained of color, black and white like some old film, but touch breathes multi-color life into every surface. It’s easy to waste a few minutes painting with your fingertips. Outside of a few busy ghosts and some rustic decorations — still moving animal heads mounted on the walls and some strangely sexy marble statues of lumberjacks — the room is fairly empty. There are a few comfortable, overstuffed seats, a grand piano, and a large grandfather clock. It’s all warmed by an imposing fireplace, over which hangs an oil painting portrait of a bearded man in austere Victorian clothing and, oddly, a pair of Ray-Bans. Two sweeping staircases lead to a second floor. Oh, and there’s Pocket: laid to rest in a coffin on display in the center of the room, giggling when anyone interacts with her. She’s supposed to be a victim of the ghost, guys!! To the left are the Ballroom and the Solarium, to the right, the Kitchen. There is a secret passage behind the grandfather clock that leads to the Parlor.

⬦ INSIDE: THE BALLROOM: Floating candles cast a romantic glow over this room's black marble floors. The wide open area is perfect for a dance, and music provided by a ghostly orchestra ensures that anyone hoping for a waltz can do so, provided they find a partner. For the most part, the song selection stays appropriate for the party’s setting, but every once in a while a cover of an 80s one hit wonder or a recent top 40 hit slips into the mix. Have you really lived if you haven’t heard God is a woman on harpsichord? Heavy damask curtains don’t stop the occasional flash of lightning from illuminating the room ominously, but the patter of rain is never so loud that it drowns out the orchestra or the soft sound of students chattering. There are seats against every tall window and in shaded corners, large enough for two. What’s most interesting about this room, though, is the teardrop-shaped platform that moves freely about the dance floor. Like some sort of massive Victorian roomba, the thing scoots about, swirling deftly around dancers without incident. It’s lined with cushions, so if you can catch it when it pauses over one of the white symbols painted on the ground, you can hop aboard and enjoy a ride around the room. To the right is the Foyer and the Solarium. To the left is the Parlor. A secret passage behind the cold and empty fireplace leads out into the back gardens.

⬦ INSIDE: THE PARLOR: Bookshelves line every wall of the Parlor, save one space where a dartboard hangs. A writing desk sits on one side of the room, serving tonight as a makeshift bar with a positively Mad Hatter-esque assortment of tea pots, cups and cakes that are absolutely lovely despite the lack of color. It's all attended to by a ghostly servant with an impressive mustache. On the other side of the room, a group of four ghosts play bridge in front of a warm fireplace. In-between, there is ample place to sit and play cards at ebony and velvet tables, or get cozy with a cup of tea and a friend or a book. That said, take caution when reading the books that line these walls, if they aren’t total gibberish, they contain what appear to be journal entries penned by anonymous writers from many years past.

⬦ INSIDE: THE KITCHEN: The rain is quite loud from here, wind knocking windows as thunder rumbles and lightning flashes. Cast iron pots and pans hang from a rack overhead, jingling every so often line wind chimes, strangely. There’s an old fashioned stove in one corner pumping heat into the room despite having no fire inside, a sink that dispenses water from one lever and seltzer water from the other, and ebony cupboards full of the sorts of things Pocket thinks humans keep in cupboards. A ghostly cat regularly passes through the room, on the hunt for some clever ghost mice. Occasionally the foggy feline gets a little too corporeal and knocks something off a shelf and onto the floor to, weirdly, the sudden sound of swelling violins. Like a jump scare. You can return to the Foyer by heading left, or out into the back gardens by going to the back of the room.

⬦ PARTY GAMES: A massive butcher’s table has been pushed to one side of the kitchen to make room for tonight’s kissing games, and students sit on the stone floor in a circle spinning an old empty wine bottle to decide who smooches who. For those taking a seven minute long trip, the wooden ice box opens into a larger pantry full of what must be Pocket’s idea of human food: most of the fruit is real but some of it is wax, there are boxes and boxes of marshmallow cereal, a wooden cut out of a cow propped up on its side, and one shelf is stocked full of pyramids—food pyramids, entirely edible, which taste of things like artificial strawberry and teriyaki beef jerky. Suffice it to say, it’s easy to get distracted from the mission in here. Use this header for any and all party games a la Truth or Slap.

⬦ INSIDE: THE SOLARIUM:: Rain splatters against the glass dome ceiling and walls of the Solarium, not quite so thunderously loud as it should be. Despite the heavy downpour, it's a soothing, muffled sound. Here among the jungle of plants and flowers in full bloom, hide yet more marble statues of sexy lumberjacks, chopping wood, eating flapjacks or in repose. At the center of the large Solarium is a magnificent marble pond, comprised of waterfalls and fountains, full of cattails and lily pads. All around it are wrought iron tables and benches, and at the far side of the room is a bar manned by a ghost, serving up extremely fancy drinks from decanters that are shaped so strangely they shouldn't be able to hold liquid. Every once in a while, lightning flashes, casting strange shadows on the Solarium's inner wall: it looks a bit like someone holding a knife, if you squint.

⬦ INSIDE: ELSEWHERE IN THE MANSION:: This strangely beautiful Victorian estate is full of interesting places: massive bedrooms, personal baths, private offices, a wine cellar and tons of secret passages. Architecturally, nothing makes much sense — hallways just end, doors open to nowhere, rooms are much larger or smaller than they appear, windows to the outside are where they shouldn’t be. If you’d like a scene in a room of your own invention, we welcome you to start it under this header! Live out your Cask of Amontillado dreams here.

⬦ THE BACK GARDEN:: Out here in the gardens the rain has slowed to a light patter, just enough to make a midnight stroll through a rose garden pleasant with a big enough umbrella. The paths are dimly lit by street lamps filled with fireflies, the sound of waves crashing against rock is joined by distant thunder, and the smell of saltwater fills the air. Aside from the romantic seaside garden — every shrub and arch in full bloom — the grounds are surrounded by a dense, dark copse of trees. A good place to get lost and find some privacy. Something stalks these seaside woods. Some say it’s a man. Some say it’s a beast. Whatever it is, it’s weilding an axe. Enter at your own peril. Closer to the house, there’s also a large swimming pool. Of course, the pool is a little overfull after the rain, spilling out onto the grounds nearby and making a muddy mess of things. Pretty great spot to throw down and wrestle, you know, if that’s your thing...

⬦ END OF THE NIGHT:: Though it feels like the party has stretched on for hours, it’s barely 11:00 PM when the students head back out through the cave entrance. Once again, the path is cleared of ice and snow, but y’all should still take care climbing down. Now get to bed, and drink some water!

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

Comments

WHAT'S UP?

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WHAT'S UP, Jupiter?

[gasgiant]

At the far end of the cave, Jupiter appears in ludicrously dapper dress, top hat and all, like she's here to steal your girl. Really, she's just here to cause problems. Jupiter can appreciate the gothic Victorian thing, even if the delicate lace gossamer aesthetic is not her thing and she has no real intention of being in character or respecting the Polite, Elegant and Fancy tone of the night. The lack of color is a turn off, but the moment she realizes she can change that, she goes hog wild touching everything she can. Tonight, Jupiter Quigley is a Space Invader. Also, she won't be able to escape the siren's call of a mud wrestling ring.

She will be hunting for a way to seal that big bad evil ghost with Audrey, Claudia, Fitz and Trudy.

WHAT'S UP, Winter?

[damnnearkilledem]

Creeping through the grounds in a dress she can't decide makes her feel very pretty or very embarrassed, Winter is having an excellent time. She'll stop into the parlor for tea, pick her favorite bridge-playing ghost and try to help them cheat, then test literally every suspicious-looking bookshelf and candlestick to see if it opens a secret passage to anywhere else. She's going to spend a lot of time in the Solarium, and will feign ignorance if anyone questions the vibrant colors her fingers press into everything they touch.

WHAT'S UP, Gemma?

[sparkling_gem]

Gemma is wearing a girly dress, but also her Quidditch running shoes, because that's just how she rolls. Tomorrow is her birthday, and she informs everyone she meets of this fact. She's pretending it's a birthday party for her.

WHAT'S UP, Lionel?

[lionellovelace]

Lionel has skipped the typical pre-party negotiations with his roommates and is attending without fuss or protest. Those back-and-forths, if he's being honest with himself, always result in the same inevitable outcome. So, might as well take the most direct line between the two points. He steps out of the waterfall looking absolutely foolish, but his willingness to attend is rewarded. To his absolute delight, he's a ghost! Just like his mentor/teacher/father figure. He's not going to let this unique opportunity go to waste, so he spends the entirety of the party trying to better understand and empathize with Mr. Qualls.

I'M DEAD.

WHAT'S UP, Kermie?

[maledictorian]

The incorporeal Kermie Creekmore walks right through his nearest friend before he even notices he's a ghost. A dapper ghost in a bowler hat and a suit that has way too many buttons. And he's thrilled. He doesn't say excuse me for the rest of the night as he ghosts through people and walls and makes the planchette say rude things.

I'M DEAD! Tell me how I died please!!

WHAT'S UP, Tybalt?

[princeofcat]

Tybalt shows up not dead, but still looking consumption chic. Although it suits him very much, all of those ties and buttons will be loosened the instant the novelty wears off, so within the first half hour, realistically. This is a kind of weird party, and he's definitely a little on edge around all the ghosts, even as he hunts them with Viola (++). (Are they real dead people?) Again. Very easy to jump scare him. But he'll loosen up once there's a little drinking involved. Would love to mud wrestle and get his pretty silks dirty, and will be ending the night as a rat.

WHAT'S UP, Imogen?

[bigbruise]

Imogen is not dead, but she kind of wishes she was, even if this lounge suit is kinda fresh.

She's stalking the premises and playing with color. None of this particularly appeals or makes personal sense to her, but at least there's marshmallow cereal and potential mud wrestling.

WHAT'S UP, Trudy?

[themurderbird]

Trudy shows up dressed in what looks like the offspring of a Howie coat and a hoop skirt gown. Something in the vein of this or this. She has this sort of 'do and rounded wire rim glasses.

Unfortunately, she isn't dead.

WHAT'S UP, Xenia?

[champlified]

Some anxiety! That's what's up! Though she always attends because her friends do, Pocket parties come with no instruction manual and not knowing what to expect or what's Cool To Do makes Xen just a teeny bit nervous. She'll be doing her best to find fun things to include herself in so she doesn't look as weird as she feels, which will probably result in awkward dancing or examining the gibberish books in the parlor with some tea. There's an air about her as if she's just about to leave.

Unfortunately, too, she appeared in a less than silky n stylin' Edwardian motoring outfit and does sort of look like she's about to floor it out of here in a buggy or something.

WHAT'S UP, Armani?

[teratophilia]

Armani is serving Great Expectations (2011) realness and is also a ghost. He's never found himself more attractive.

He likes the black and white and gets embarrassed every time he touches something and turns it colorful. His colors, like his mood, are never consistent but there are a lot of pinks, reds, dark greens, and more muted stormy colors.



I'M DEAD.

WHAT'S UP, Chanel?

[necrodanseuse]

Chanel...loves this. She's in a full Naval uniform, and wants to take the entire thing home. A little different than the updated items she usually wears but yes. Just yes. She's going to tip her hat to just everyone, tonight.

The one part of the evening she doesn't enjoy is the mood environment, and she once she cottons on, she tries not to touch anything, because it definitely betrays soft yellows and greens most of the night, sparked with tinges of sharp red when she gets caught off guard by it. But that doesn't happen much. Know why?

I'M DEAD!

(her actual dream is to be a ghost and she's going to mess with the planchette so entirely and sail through people's bodies and oh god)

WHAT'S UP, FITZ?

[suflex]

Fitz, who has slept through nearly every history class in the history of history classes, would have thought this party to be sponsored exclusively by cowboys and cholera. It's probably a good thing that he's wrong. Noting how fucking dapper the others around him look, he turns to the first person he sees. "How fucking dapper do I look?" he asks, striking a pose with his umbrella playing the part of a cane.

WHAT'S UP, Adrian?

[numerologest]

Adrian looks striking in some vaguely era appropriate ceremonial military attire. He's familiar with this sort of party theme thanks to his housemates, but he's a bit too goofy to really fit in. Kind of helps him to sell the out of touch royal in military uniform, though. Catch him enjoying himself on the dance floor, playing truth or slap, and then at some point getting absolutely shitwrecked because I cannot imagine him sitting in the kissing circle any other way. Do not ask him about the colors he causes. He's embarrassed.

WHAT'S UP, Hawthorne?

[artistree]

Hawthorne arrives at the party looking either frumpy or ready to solve a mystery. Hawthorne is eager to go exploring, and it will most likely mean his demise.

INSIDE: THE FOYER

[peckishmods]

THE FOYER: Predictably, Hawthorne is Stuck in a Clock (OPEN)

[artistree]

Fiddle with the minute hand of the grandfather clock enough and the front panel springs open to reveal a door and a long, dark passage. Never one to think twice about going somewhere obviously dangerous alone, Hawthorne walks right in.

The clock face slams shut behind him, immediately catching the tails of his coat. "Well," Hawthorne sighs, a little exasperated once his advance through the passage is halted by his clothes. Predictable.

He turns in the cramped space, too small for his height, and tries to bang on the tightly shut secret door. "Can I get some help, please?"

INSIDE: THE BALLROOM

[peckishmods]

Ask A Spirit

[peckishmods]

Each character can ask up to two questions of the spirits in the ballroom. Given the size of the spirit board, figuring out your answer may take some chasing, and considering the nature of the party’s host, the answer you receive may not necessarily be worth the trouble, but hey, you never know!

INSIDE: THE PARLOR

[peckishmods]

THE PARLOR: Presley & OPEN

[infamously]

Presley's outfit came with a silver-topped walking stick (at least, he has assume it's silver), which he has been happily using to push tipsy freshmen out of his path, or keep friendly acquaintances at bay. It honestly makes him wish it was socially acceptable to carry around a fancy stick in real life.

His wandering takes him to the parlor, and Presley pauses right on the threshold, taking in the stuffed bookshelves and velvet furniture. His grandfather's house looks like this. Not as atmospheric, maybe, but there's that same pervasive sense that everything here is more valuable than Presley's life could ever be.

He reaches for an empty tea cup, only to jerk his hand away when it suddenly blooms with color: poisonous bright green, shocking in the monochrome surroundings. It's started fading when Presley's hand lands on the table next, turning it a deep red. This feels like— "Oh, fuck this," Presley mutters.

INSIDE: THE KITCHEN

[peckishmods]

HAUNTED HUNT: The Biggest Blessed Mess

[nublada]

"The food with eyes is obviously a potato, but—" Claudia sighs as she sees another couple skitter off toward the pantry, slamming the door shut behind them. "We might need to infiltrate the circle to get to it."

PARTY GAMES

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👏 TRUTH 👏 OR 👏 SLAP w/ Varsity Quod

[nublada]

Who knows how they wound up here, but as Peckenpaugh's Varsity Critters recover from their first loss halfway through the season, they've decided to engage in some BONDING.

Make yourself a header below and ask each other questions! You can either answer the question or pass, at the price of a slap. Maybe you can bargain for a shot instead.

INSIDE: THE SOLARIUM

[peckishmods]

HAUNTED HUNT: Big Bed In the Solarium

[crowhop]

"I'm taking a statue's smile," Mary Grace decides, shoving the list in someone else's hands. "Look at them. Happy little lumberjack family."

INSIDE: ELSEWHERE IN THE MANSION

[peckishmods]

ELSEWHERE IN THE MANSION: Winter Intrudes (OPEN++)

[damnnearkilledem]

This house is positively overflowing with secret passages! Loose floorboards reveal tunnels, candlesticks open hidden hatches, play the right notes on a piano and it makes the walls part. Like a small, furry house pest, Winter could find an inconvenient nook between the walls to curl up in and die happy here.

But first, she must explore, getting her dress quite dusty in the process. At the end of every narrow pathway, she throws open every hidden door, pops her head out of portholes and climbs from strange hiding places, heedless of what might be the other side, startling herself and whoever else happens to be there every single time.

THE BACK GARDEN

[peckishmods]

THE BACK GARDEN: Tony & Holland

[fratsquatch]

Tony has long since lost his overcoat and dapper vest. He stomps through the undergrowth, muddy to the knees in a soaked through button-down, in search of the 'heaviest thing he can find.' He isn't completely sold on some of the decisions being made by the Van Helsing Detective Agency but he is, clearly, the best choice to find and procure something very heavy.

It had taken him a moment to get invested in this party theme but—gosh darn it—that wily bug has done it again. Tony is really enjoying himself. Playing ghost detective/manservant/young husband is a hell of a lot more fun than playing beer pong, turns out. He's having so much fun, in fact, that he figures, 'Why not play at ax-wielding murderer while I'm at it?' It hadn't been exactly what he meant by Paul Bunyan cosplay but, eh, close enough.

Honestly, it's just plain bad luck that Holland happens to be the first person he sees once he's set his mind on scaring someone. He is not bullying her when he jumps out from behind a hedge with a guttural scream, wraps his arms around her from behind, and hoists her in the air.

END OF THE NIGHT

[peckishmods]

OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

[peckishmods]

I need to learn to tone it the fuck down

Re: OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

[peckishmods]

Me to Alex when trying to come up for the baseline aesthetic of this party: "What the hell was that movie with Loki and Maia Whatsherface that I think Guillermo Del Toro maybe did?"

Welcome to the Loki and Maia Whatsherface Spooky Ghost House party