HALLOWEEN PARTY

[halfbloodhillmods]

Who: The entire camp!
What: Mr. D has moved up his festival of Apokries to coincide with Halloween! It's time to party! Where: All around the camp!
When: Thursday, October 31st
Why: Because, why not?

It was decided earlier in the month that to coincide with the holiday of Halloween, and to give campers a bit of fun after all this nonsense, that Mr. D would be holding his festival of Apokries early! As such the entire camp has been decked out in all sorts of spoooooky decorations.

It's as though a carnival has been set up over night, with music and food all around. There are satyrs and nymphs handing out candy at cabins (smarties for Athena, warheads for Ares, ect.) for any people wanting to trick or treat,  and campers running around in costumes. 

The ampitheatre has once again become a designated dancing spot, and Apollo might have returned to DJ, the arena miiiight have been transformed into a bit of a Haunted House (with special thanks to Hecate), and Demeter has set up a corn maze for campers to navigate through! 

It's time to have some fun! 

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THE CAMPFIRE

[halfbloodhillmods]

[As always, the fire's lit, and it's roaring high, since spirits seem to be up today as opposed to the past two weeks. There's still marshmallows and all the fixings for s'mores, though there's considerably more chocolate than usual, and someone has circled the pit with Jack O' Lanterns.]

[willyouwalk]

[Tybalt, in true theater kid smartass form, is dressed as Tybalt Capulet. He wasn't going to dress up, but a chat with some of his friends back home convinced him that he might as well. He's got the doublet, the shirt, the hose, everything. He's post-murder, however, so he's also bloody and pale.

He's just sort of chilling on the edges of the campfire right now]

[angeliaforos]

[Ordinarily speaking, someone who is dressed as Heath Ledger's version of the Joker can be pretty terrifying, if one pulls it off right.

It's not scary at all, however, if said Joker is stuffing their face with all kinds of chocolate and experimenting with Kit Kat smores. That's actually pretty much the opposite of scary.

How Gabriel's face paint has not been messed up once this entire night is anybody's guess.]

[ospreyed]

Hey there, Mr. J, [Eponine, thanks to her black costume and y'know, awesome stealth skills, has slithered up to Gabe and wrapped an arm around his shoulder all Catwoman like.

She reaches out and takes one of the kit kats from him, biting into it.]

[angeliaforos]

No, you can not call me that tonight. Harley Quinn isn't even in those movies, Ep.

[But he rolls his eyes and drops a Kit Kat in her lap, anyway.]

[notworthless]

*Callie was resting at the edge of the circle, she was not in a costume. Costumes weren't really... a thing, for foster kids who didn't get the good homes. If you had parents that wanted to keep you, you got costumes, and candy, and all that. If you didn't... then Charlie Brown had it good with his rocks.*

*But, she had treats, chocolate, strawberries... it was overall a good deal to just sit by a warm fire. She can't be too mad about this way to spend the evening.*

[wordtechgodhood]

... Hey.

[Dave takes a seat beside Callie in silence after that initial short greeting, shifting to get comfortable and drawing one knee up to his chest, wrapping his arm around it.]

'S up, sis.

[notworthless]

Dave.

*She made that face she made whenever he called her 'sis.' A sorta pained looking smile. Part of her liked it, but part of her hated the reminder of their shared father. Her expression changed as she noticed his outfit, a dry playful smile.*

Pretty sure you have the wrong holiday.

[toobitter]

[Reyna placed a lot of trust in Gabriel to dress her for Halloween. She just didn't understand the point to it all, more pissed that everyone was wasting their time like this than anything else. She was dressed as a Noir Femme Fatale.... which she slightly understood and all she cared about was that she could still kick someone's ass if necessary.

Arms folded across her chest, she watched everyone gathered around the campfire quietly.]

[angeliaforos]

[He was actually pretty honored that Reyna came to him for this, especially when the Aphrodite cabin could have done just fine. The guy who wears sandals and workboots on a regular basis can't claim to know much about fashion, but with disguises? he knows his shit.

He comes up behind Reyna, invisible at first, and places his chin on her shoulder. Some of his face paint rubs off on it, and he comes back into view.]

Told you you could rock it.

[toobitter]

[Reyna would trust the God of Death himself before she would trust an Aphrodite child willingly. Heather was great, and she did have a lot of faith in her.... but Reyna had history with Venus...

And somehow Gabe had earned her trust. Don't ask how.

She tensed when she felt the chin on her shoulder, eyes narrowing.]

This is ridiculous, Gabriel.

[notworthless]

*Callie's first reaction is a look of shock, cause... that was Reyna? Callie was impressed, and amused, very amused. She stared a little more before a smile crept over her face. A look that said she really wanted to say something, but not over this distance.*

*Reyna would have no choice but to kick Callie's ass in that case.*

[toobitter]

[Reyna just raises her eyebrow at Callie, daring her to say something. This was the reaction she wanted to avoid.]

[deathdiduspart]

[Nico is hanging back on the outskirts of the crowd. He doesn't do sing-along songs around a campfire. He'll just listen for a while, maybe steal a s'more before moving on.

In all fairness, he kind of barely recognizes Reyna in her outfit. Otherwise, Nico would be preparing himself for questions that may or may not come up in conversation.]

[toobitter]

[It takes her a moment to recognize him, having not seen Pluto's Ambassador in quite some time. But there was no doubt it was him...

She moved towards him, snatched a s'more, and raised her eyebrow.]

Glad to see you're well.

[unstinting]

[Alcuin is in one shadowy corner by the campfire, eating a s'more and trying to avoid talking to anyone. He's had about as much festive spirit as he can handle with grace, but his cabin is still full of giggling girls and he really just... can't.]

[dandylicious]

[Courfeyrac finds him shortly after, bringing his own s'more... Plus an extra just in case Alcuin wants more. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he stops next to him and remains silent for a moment...

Then...]

You don't feel like braving the cabin again either?

[unstinting]

I don't know why they have to keep fixing their hair, they all look lovely.

[Alcuin will accept offerings of s'mores.]

How's your evening?

[wordtechgodhood]

[When he spots Alcuin, he almost doesn't approach him, but changes his mind with a roll of his eyes at his own reserve and moves out of the light of the campfire.]

Yo. [He doesn't tend to talk to Aphrodite's kids, but Alcuin's alright.]

You mind if I sit here?

[hypercompetent]

[ Bag of candy from every cabin? Check. Batman costume, complete with mask? Check. Christian Bale voice? He's working on it. So far it's been a pretty successful night for the Batstiles, changing it up from last year's Spiderman, and he's going to enjoy his spoils by the fire.

So don't mind him, building a kit-kat-reeses-hershey bar s'more. Mmmm. ]

[angeliaforos]

[Oh, Stiles. It's like you're asking for it with that costume and that voice.

Which is why, in his best Heath Ledger impression, he drawls from behind Stiles.]

So the Bat's finally flapped up and away out of his cave.

[hypercompetent]

[ For half a second Stiles is pretty sure the ghost of Heath Ledger just came back to life, because Gabriel is suddenly right behind him, and in a very unBatman-like move, Stiles yelps out-- ] Oh my god! [ And very nearly tumbles off his log seat of choice.

He does whip his head around over his shoulder and look at Gabriel though. ] Dude, that is freaky, jesus, you're gonna give me a frickin' coronary.

[ Also don't mind him being super pleased that all of his camp buddies are giant nerds. ]

[excusing]

Hey, B-Man. [ Heather Solo (because she didn't want to be struck with lightning tonight) says in her best Harley Quinn imitation. She has a prop gun in hand, scratching her head with it before eventually sliding it into the holster on her hip. ]

Think you need another layer there.

[hypercompetent]

[ Okay, one, Heather would make a totally perfect Harley Quinn. That's his first thought, but then he gets a look at her and pretty much looks like a kid who just found his Christmas presents. ] Oh my god, you're Han Solo!

[ SHE LIKES STAR WARS???? OH MY GOD ] Either I'm gonna have to kill you, or I'm beginning to like you.

[ So naturally his response is to quote Han Solo right at her, and then pat the log beside him. ] You want one? Stilinski S'more special.

[renegadehero]

[Sojourner is sitting on the logs around the campfire, legs sprawled out in front of her. She's dressed up as a pirate, or well a first mate, mostly because in the end she felt she had to do something. Yeah. Peer pressure, but hey, it's keeping her mind off what could be happening back home. Kind of. Not really.

Why a first mate? Well, Leo was sad earlier and she figured this might cheer him up - if he's still sad that is.

She's not with her captain now though, she's busy trying to make a s'more. Man she wishes Dad was here...

Oh hello sudden homesickness she has not missed you...]