THRILLER NIGHT

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[the main part of the dressing room has been cleared out. what appears to be a glowing orb that acts light a Disco ball floats in mid air, and there's a random skeleton disc jockey already.

there are also food tables around, and because of the variety of monsters people have transformed into, there's normal food and weird food.]

Happy Halloween!

[ooc: BIGASS HALLOWEEN PARTY. Whatever floats your Halloween boat. Dance the thriller, bob for apples, trick or treat, dance with people, flirt, PLAY TRICKS, have sex, whatever. and I will be popping in and out online and offline because busy with mass cooking. >.<]

Comments

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Oi. Shut up.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[do remember the size of him at the moment. thankfully he's about as bright as a sack of hammers, and just keeps on wagging, one head snuffling at Roxas's hair loudly.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

No. Bad. Eat the hair of whatever unlucky idiot keeps you.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[aww, it's just smelling you! it wuffs softly, and here, have a great big tongue all up your face.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

H--fhgh. Go! Fetch!

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[slfkjsdl FUCKING GOES, barking after the thrown food. you'd think it'd be wary, since the last time it played fetch was with Jokerxel, who threw a live grenade.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[well just ignore the loud crash as it manages to take out a table in it's chase, eventually crashing into a wall.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[has been blinded! mostly because there's a tablecloth that's managed to get over all three heads, stained with food and punch. it's trying to get the cloth off, but all it's doing it tangling itself up.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Listen. D'you understand? Hold still.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[stills, more because there's a voice speaking to it than anything else, heads lowered.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

There.

[barkbarkhearts.livejournal.com]

[....wags. 8D 8D 8D]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. Just don't run into any more walls.

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[staring at where you nicked from her plate.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Ah, sorry. I... wasn't looking.

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

I think it liked you.

[referring to the dog.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

I probably smelled like... whatever it eats.

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

Never had a pet before?

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Not... really. Never liked dogs all that much.

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

...what about talking teacups?

[lol has met Chip.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Carried one around on my head for a day when I got here.

1/2

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

That's what he told me.

[opens the small pouch strapped to the gold belt on her angel dress]

[chippity-chip.livejournal.com]

Hiya, Roxas!

[peekin' up at you]