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

[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. ]

[angeliaforos]

Oh, damn, now you've figured out my plan.

[He's rolling the prism he's usually got changed into a knife around in his un-painted fingers, shrugging. He actually does like scaring the shit out of Stiles.

And the voice comes back.]

Your voice sounds higher than usual, Batsy. Where's your pretty red hair?

[Because now he's insinuating that since Stiles isn't doing the Bale Voice back, he's obviously dressed as Barbara Gordon.]

[hypercompetent]

[ He can't help the laugh bubbling out of his throat, and hell, Stiles is sixteen years old but that doesn't mean he has to act like it. He drops his voice and it gets nowhere near Bale level, but he damn well tries. ]

The night occasionally practices his falsetto for mysterious purposes. [ And giving a dramatic swoosh of his cape. ] The night also is going to take your candy that you're clearly using for evildoing.

[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.

[excusing]

In the flesh, sorta! [ She gives her hair a little toss, plopping next to him with a bright-eyed grin. Of course she's pleased to be recognized. (Seriously, how has Scott not seen it yet? Not that she minds because she's totally grateful he's more than willing to go along with her ideas.) ]

Totally. I'm so ready to stuff my face. What goes into a Stilinski S'more special? [ She opens the satchel at her side to reveal a bunch of candy she's amassed this evening. ]

Take your pick, dude.

[hypercompetent]

Heather Solo, bounty hunter of the demigods. [ He laughs and peers over her shoulder into the satchel almost immediately, mouth dropping open in a wide smile. ]

Dude, you are my hero right now. [ Stiles reaches over and takes a kit-kat from her, then grabs a couple of graham crackers, making a face like he's seriously contemplating her question. ] Reeses, man. I'm about to change your life.

[ He pops the kit kat in his mouth, then takes a couple of reeses from her bag, making an elaborate reeses-marshmellow-reeses stack, then pressing it all together and handing it to her with a flourish. ]

[excusing]

[ Hey, if there was a bounty on any of those demigods who joined the Red Room, Heather would don this vest every day to go kick their asses and throw them into demigod prison. Because, hey, he did call her a hero, which makes her preen just a little bit, even if she just provided more chocolates for consumption. ]

I'm so ready for my life to be changed.

[ With a waggle of her fingers, Heather uses both hands to grab the sugary confection, greedy but careful not to let it fall apart. The chocolates are already melting onto her fingers and she actually squeals before taking a big ol' bite. ] ... Mmph! [ She hums in surprise, eyes wide and mouth full. ]

[hypercompetent]

Right. [ Stiles lights up when she likes it, and he grins at her affectionately as he starts to make his own, turning his attention towards the marshmallow he's got on a stick, dangling in the fire. ] My dad used to be the head of the Beacon Hills Boy Scouts, so I know all the sick campfire tricks.

[ Tugging his marshmallow out once it's reached an appropriate level of burnt (he's weird like that), Stiles puts together his own s'more, squishing the pieces together properly and eyeing it to make sure it's perfect. ] Consider yourself a convert. Having a good Halloween so far, Heather Solo?

[excusing]

S'pretty damn sweet, with most of the credit given to this s'more, lemme tell you.

[ She giggles to herself, a muffled laugh as she swipes some fingers over her lips to wipe away extra marshmallow. Tonight couldn't be better. Plus she even managed to make her half-baked corn maze idea worked and the screams from the outside told her that it is a success. ] A master of sweets and a Boy Scout? Any other talents there - [ She makes her voice gruff and low - or at least tries to sound like Christian Bale: ] Batstiles?