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! 

Comments

[dandylicious]

[Courfeyrac is now Courfeycat... Please, don't ask where he got those tight leather pants, the cat collar and ears. His nose is painted, as are whiskers... And for the sake of keeping Mr. D off his case? He's wearing a black rock t-shirt with it.

Courfeycat's out in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with whoever will let him.]

[ospreyed]

Meow. [Witty, from the Catwoman herself. But Eponine slides in to his arms, whiskey on her breath as she dances with him.]

[dandylicious]

[Oh hello~ His hands go to her waist as he grins at her and nudges his nose against hers.]

Meow yourself... Aren't we a pair~?

[ospreyed]

Something like that. [She responds with a purr, before wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. She's on a path to self-destruction by way of making out with every boy in camp.

Or is that just how Eponine deals with feelings?

The world may never know.] I don't want to know how you fit into those pants.

[dandylicious]

[Eps, it hardly counts since you're already make out buddies with him.]

You sure? I wouldn't mind showing or telling you, you know.

[And he keeps her close, eyes heavy they dance close together.]

[ospreyed]

[Shh. Don't ruin it.]

Oh, you're offering to show me? That I'll have to take you up on.

[dandylicious]

I am... And I was hoping you would.

[ospreyed]

Just name the when and where, and I'm there.

[dandylicious]

Whenever's good for me.

[He nudges his nose against hers again. Because he can.]

[angeliaforos]

I understand nothing about your costume, but I fucking love it.

[Of course he was going to come dance with Courfeyrac. Of fucking course.]

[dandylicious]

[He laughs and points to his cat ears.]

I'm a cat. The shirt is just to keep Mr. D off my back tonight...

[But he's definitely dancing back.]

[angeliaforos]

It's funny.

[One of his arms drifts to Courfeyrac's shoulders.]

I think you'd look better without it.

[dandylicious]

You wouldn't be wrong there. Maybe, if someone could convince me to lose it, I'd face his wrath.

[As one hand drifts to Gabe's hip.]

[angeliaforos]

[His eyes follow the hand that moves to his hip, and he instinctively leans into it.]

I see absolutely no reason why not wearing a shirt would incur wrath, man.

[dandylicious]

Because then I'd be running around calling myself a sex kitten.

[Smiiiiiiiiirk.]

[angeliaforos]

You do that all the time anyway, jackass.

[He rolls his eyes up at Courfeyrac. Gods, he loves this back and forth.]

[dandylicious]

Perhaps.... But I don't usually have the ears and tail to go with it. So there's a point for me and I still might be convinced to ditch the shirt.

[shylyintrepid]

[Have a shirtless Jehan jumping on your back with a laugh]

Ha!

[dandylicious]

[.... Yes please. He has trouble not cracking up as he stumbles forward a bit.]

What? Jehan, jumping on people does not equal dancing.

[shylyintrepid]

I do not want to dance. I want to jump on your back. I'm a faerie, we're not required to make sense.

[dandylicious]

Of course... Your not making sense makes so much sense.

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

[shylyintrepid]

[He laughs and points to the benches on the side]

Let's go sit?

[dandylicious]

I could use a break, yeah...

[He'll gladly follow Jehan over there, weaving his way through the dancing demigods.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan gets there first and claims a bench for them both. When Courf finally joins him, he leans against him]

I've a plate of goodies just for you at my cabin, if you want it later.

[dandylicious]

[Ok, he's fine with that. In fact, he'll sling his arm over Jehan's shoulders.... And grin brightly.]

What really? Like I could say no to a plate of goodies.