Carnival of Rust [Open Halloween Party]

[Cecil Wathen]

Halloween falling on a Friday this year worked out pretty well. The party that had been held at the Churchkey last year went far smoother than he ever could have hoped, and if he had to admit it, Cecil had been planning for Halloween since Easter.

He couldn't help it. Halloween wasn't really ever celebrated back home and the American enthusiasm for it was completely contagious. It fed his inner nerd in a way no other holiday did, and it allowed him to be ridiculous and get all dressed up without people thinking he was strange. Or any stranger than usual, at least. Just as they had done last year, he and the bar staff had spent the past few weeks experimenting and trying out lots of new drinks so there could be a definite theme at the bar, as well as spending all day today getting the place decked out to look its best. Faux-spiderwebs clung to the corners and realistic plushie rats peeked out from between the bottles behind the bar and black and orange streamers decorated the exposed beams. The look had been finished with red shades being placed over the lights, giving the place an eerie glow.

However the best part, in Cecil's opinion at least, was out in the little garden at the back of the bar. It had cost him a fair bit of money and a lot of time to set up, but he'd managed it – a large laser maze ran from one side of the little garden to the other, the green lights giving the area a soft glow. It ran from near where the covered smokers area was down to the other end near the tall fence that separated the garden from the road, with an area to one side where spectators could watch. He was thrilled he'd managed to get it installed and working in time, and hoped that if it proved popular it could become a more regular feature at events run at the bar.

As per last year, a guard on the door was preventing anyone under 21 from getting in and there was a strict no-costume-no-entry rule being followed. Cecil's own costume was fairly simple this year but he'd gone to lengths to make it as accurate as possible, including growing out his stubble and using temporary dye to darken his hair. He'd also decided to himself that anyone who recognised it deserved a medal. It wasn't exactly the most well known character from the most well known game, but it was one he loved none-the-less.

It was now rolling up to eight pm and the party was just starting to really get going. Someone who thankfully had a pretty decent voice was making the most of the karaoke machine, the drinks were flowing and Cecil was out watching over the antics at the laser maze. It had started out with just a few people trying it for a laugh, but it had begun to get very competitive when he'd announced that anyone who made it from one end to the other – without any use of powers – would get a token that would get them a free drink at the bar. That had certainly spiced things up a bit outside.


[OOC: Come on in and have fun! Absolutely every character over the age of 21 can hop into here (yes they will be checking for ID and yes under 21's will be told to shoo. Sorry!). Mingle, chat, drink and be merry! But remember: no costume, no entry! There is absolutely no posting order at all in this thread, and you can throw in as many over-21 characters as you wish. Have at! If you have any questions please message me.]

[Stefan Spencer]

Stefan also loved Halloween. For two reason. First, any excuse to throw a party and get drunk was just fine by him. He'd throw a drinking part on Groundhog Day if he thought he could get other people to join in.

The second reason was the costumes. He loved the excuse to dress up and be playful. And it was wonderful that everyone else felt it was a good excuse to be sexy, humorous, or both.

So, in summary, drinking and skimpy outfits, what's not to love?

Stefan had actually bought his costume several weeks ago. Mostly because as soon as he saw it on the shelves he knew he had to have it. He also knew that he needed to track down someone to be his outlet. He had of course asked Mike. His old friend had slammed the door in his face. It was possible he was still a little upset about the broken window. He'd also asked Greg, but the architect was busy and wasn't sure if he'd be able to make it to the party.

Still Stefan was hoping for a Halloween miracle. So dressed up in the plug half of his costume he rode over to the Churchkey Bar with the other half of the costume. He gave it too the guard at the door with a smile. "If anyone needs a costume," he said, handing him the back. It was almost like charity. Stefan hated to think of anyone being turned away just because they hadn't come dressed.

That settled, he made his way inside and made a beeline for the bar. "Scotch on the rocks. And keep em coming," he called out. Though he had noticed the laser tag on his way in, with his leg he doubted he'd partake in that. There was enough going on inside to keep his attention anyways.

[Andreas Pruitt]

Andreas sighed as he took a seat at the bar, signaling that he wanted a drink. He'd never been very interested in Halloween, and the bunching tights and stupid wig he had to wear for his Thor costume weren't making a great case for the holiday either.

The bouncer had actually laughed at him as he walked past, at least Andreas thought he did, but when he turned to look at him the bouncer had a hard face showing and told Andreas to move along. Doing so Andreas looked around at the multitude of costumed persons who were walking around, he saw a couple of fellow Thors, a Wolverine, a massive amount of drunk women in very revealing clothing, and for some reason a guy dressed up like a plug.

As Andreas continued to look around he saw the lazer maze that had been put up and decided that he would skip out on that part of the party, thinking to himself, No way in hell I'm going to win at that, especially with this stupid cape. God dammit I hate wearing this thing.

When Andreas finally pushed his way through the throng of people getting wasted he took the first open seat he could ending up next to the guy dressed up like a plug, who was also sitting down and also ordering a drink. Silently wishing for the man not to talk to him Andreas ordered his drinks quickly, hoping to drown his senses so he might be able to get some enjoyment out of the night.

[Everett Lilien]

This year was different. And it wasn't different because he'd actually dressed up this year, Everett dressed up every year. The exact reason it was different was apparent in his choice of costume as he walked into the bar, something people would surely gasp at had they seen him every single year out and about in the same costume with different variations.

No, Everett Lilien was not Batman this year. He'd decided to instead play tribute to his childhood, the first superhero he'd identified with. Clark Kent. He prided himself on having a classic Superman costume as well, only the fun of being Batman every year meant that he'd cover his face and nobody would know who he was, unless they knew he dressed up as Batman every year.

There were many in superhero costumes, he found. He wondered if there were any villains. Everett would always go as a hero, mostly because he could never find himself to be a villain. He walked up to the bar, red cape flowing behind him and like the man he was, he asked the bartender for a screwdriver.

[Devon Wentsworth]

One of the things Devon had been most impressed by when he’d arrived in America was just how well they did Halloween parties. Sure there were the odd few back home and some of the better clubs had Halloween themed nights but nothing on the same scale as they did over here, which he thought was a shame. Any excuse to get dressed up and have a drink and a bit of a romp was always something to be made the most of, and this year would be absolutely no exception.

As usual, Devon’s plans had led him back to his favourite watering hole. He got along well with the owner of the Churchkey and it seemed to be the central hub for a lot of the people in town that he socialised with, so it made sense that he gravitated towards it when shenanigans called. Granted he didn’t know if any of his friends would be out tonight, but he hoped so. Halloween was about mischief and mayhem, after all.

Devon had been at the bar for about twenty minutes, putting back a couple of shots before even attempting to look at the laser course in the garden – he had to have a bit of Dutch Courage, after all. As soon as he had heard about it Devon had been gripped by steely determination to complete it, even without the offer of the free drink reward. He had never been one to back down from a challenge after all.

His costume this year thankfully allowed him great freedom of movement, and he stood on the sidelines and watched a young woman attempting it to study her techniques. It couldn’t be toooo difficult, right? Devon used his elbow to gently nudge the person stood next to him, pointing to one part of the course. “Would you try to go left or right there?”

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean was hard-pressed to miss a Halloween party.

After all, it was his favorite holiday, and the advent of adult parties provided a nice mix with his duties at home with the neighborhood children. He and Josh had coordinated costumes this year, as they had every year since rekindling their relationship. He enjoyed the banter back and forth as they narrowed down their options. He enjoyed decorating their house to provide a good experience to the neighborhood children.

This year, Halloween had fallen on a Friday night, which meant that they could have a late night and then sleep in the next day, rather than going straight to work. For most of the evening, the telepath and his partner had been dressed up, but had remained home, tending to the trick-or-treaters as they came and went.

Once it had grown dark enough, and the crowds had thinned past the typical hours, they had put the remaining candy in a bucket outside for any of the late stragglers who might wish to partake. Sean had then driven himself and his partner downtown for the party at the Churchkey.

He and Josh arrived, still clad in their thematic costumes. This year, the attorney was dressed as none other than Robin Hood, with Sean as his taller and brawnier companion, Little John. For good measure, the telepath carried a staff, reminiscent of the fight over the river during which Robin Hood had won Little John’s loyalty and friendship.

Going straight to the bar, he set down his free hand. “Two scotches, please, for me and my friend here.”

[Morgan Munroe]

Halloween had always been one of Morgan favorite holiday right after Christmas and thanksgiving. From dressing up going to trick or treating when she was younger to dressing up and going to Halloween ragers as a teen. She haven't got a chance to do much Halloween celebrating in her adult years however being in Paris the last couple years ,they weren't big on Halloween over there, so she was excited she was back here where almost everyone celebrate it.



Her costume of choice this Halloween was one of her favorite Marvel girls and one of the most under-appreciated avengers in her opinion Black Widow. She had it complete with prop guns and red hair thanks to some borrowed temporary hair dye. She was going to lie in this costume she felt pretty badass walking in the bar in this outfit.



Morgan had already been there for about fifteen minutes and after grabbing a drink she had made her way back to the garden to watch people attempt to go through the laser maze. She was thinking about trying to tackle it herself. Not only was she dressed as Natasha tonight so it would be crazy if she didn't but if she had learned anything from Kim Possible as a child since she was a cheerleader (well coach now) that meant she could actually be good at this. She glanced over at the person on nudge her, but her eyes went right back over to the maze. "Right" she answered. "Right would be slightly easier but not by much."