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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[foreverystory]

[Mike is dressed up as a pilot. Because who doesn't love a man in uniform? He'll probably check out a few of the other areas, but why not dance a little first?]

[jediburn]

Hi Mike.

[She's found him at the edge of the dancing and holy gods she needs a minute. Or, like, twelve. She's blushing bright, bright fucking red and very obviously checking him out, but in that shy way.]

I like your costume.

[foreverystory]

Hi Melinda.

[He grins at her and holds out a hand. C'mon, come dance with him.]

I like yours too.

[jediburn]

Oh jesus. I don't... [She's shaking her head and making this little "get it away" gesture at his hand. At the same time she kind of totally does want to dance. With Mike. Because she is digging the pilot thing, and also him.]

[foreverystory]

Come on, one dance. I promise I won't step on your feet.

[He tugs her hand gently. If she really doesn't wanna he'll stop, but it'd be fun.]

[jediburn]

Can't promise I won't step on yours. [She lets him tug her though, basically waiting for him to give her some clear sign what to do because basically the only dance she knows is grinding and she's depressingly sure that's not what he's after.]

[foreverystory]

I have tough toes. [He twirls her- not too fast. And does some kind of dancing that is fun and awesome and easy. And probably not grinding, sorry.]

[jediburn]

[Yeah, no. What the hell is this. She keeps bumping into him and stepping on him and kicking him in the shins a lot harder than most girls their age are capable of kicking accidentally. Serves you right, asking an Ares girl to dance. She keeps blushing and apologizing, obviously more focused on her failure than the fun of dancing.]

[foreverystory]

[Fortunately, Mike has fairly resilient shins. It's the fact that she's not having fun that gets him to lead her off the floor.]

Want to go hang out by the campfire instead?

[jediburn]

Actually Marek needs me. Bye.

[That's about as much as Mike is getting and Melinda is fleeing to go make Marek stand in front of her for awhile. Alternately she could crawl into a hole and die but Marek would be mad at her for that.]

[foreverystory]

[He'll come find her later with a s'more from the campfire.]

Here, I have an extra.

[jediburn]

[She blushes a little upon seeing him, but takes it, scootching over a little so he can sit with her on her log. Ask her how sitting in that short skirt feels on tree bark!] Thanks.