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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[untameimpala]

Hey, that's for the trick-or-treaters.

[ As he shoves a gummy shark in his mouth. Sitting up a bit, he pulls out a stack of DVDs. ]

Lesee here. You missed Frankenstein. [ Tosses that one back in the box. ] The Wolfman. The Shining. Psycho, duh. The Birds - Dad thought that one was scary, never figured out why. Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the original.

[ He's kind of an elitist for the classics, sorry. ]

[hypercompetent]

The trick or treaters that are coming to your car. [ Accompanied with a sarcastic brow raise, because for real, Dean, he is so onto your game. But Stiles unwraps the candy and pops it in his mouth, hmming at his list in approval. ]

Dude, yes, epic taste in movies. [ And he's also going to rifle through the box a little too, because what's personal space and asking first, Stiles just doesn't know. An elitist for the classical movies himself, he grins up at the screen, shifting and getting comfortable on the car. Yep, not going anywhere. ] Do you have Carrie? The original.

[untameimpala]

[ Scoff. Please, Stiles, who do you think you're talking to? ]

Of course I have the original. What kind of idiot has a Halloween marathon without Carrie?

[hypercompetent]

Someone with no taste, duh. [ With a nod that's resolute, he pushes himself up onto the hood of the car and sits there, digging into his candy again. ]

That's going on next, right? [ You just unwittingly made a friend. ]

[untameimpala]

Can do. It's not like there's a schedule planned out or something.

[ That would be dumb. Leave that to the TV stations. ]

[hypercompetent]

Hell freakin' yes! Dude, you're my new favorite. [ And Stiles is just going to camp out here on the car and eat Dean's candy and watch horror movies. This is perfect. ]

You're...Dean, right? [ He at least offers his hand, because what's manly bonding without names, right? ] Stiles.

[untameimpala]

You're not so bad yourself.

[ He smirks and shakes the kid's hand. Why not? ]

Yep, that's me. Resident mortal, at your service.