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

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[small laugh.]

That'd probably be the least waste of it, yeah.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

Who mixes blood with soda though?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Jack, obviously.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

Right. All in all, doesn't seem too bad of a Halloween.

[glances down at herself.]

...could've done without the costumes though.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[:/]

I don't like being an elf.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

...

[smirks a bit.]

I'll trade you.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... pause. actually considers, then looks away and shakes his head.]

I like my dignity. What's left of it, anyway.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

Good. Can't trade anyways.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[small chuckle.]

True.

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

Though I wouldn't be surprised if there are a few people who've been spending all their time having sex or showering. I heard that keeps the costumes off.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

... [looks thoughtful.]

[forthedawn.livejournal.com]

[snorts.]