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[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[As usual, this year's party is held at the ball room. Dance music is already playing, mixed in together with creepy sounds and howls. The decorations are creepy at its best, and there are skeletal waiters walking around this time.

The tables are laden with food for various monsters, ghost, blood for the vampires, candy for the children, and normal food for those who are somewhat normal. Though if you're not in costume, that ugly fish sculpture at the giant punch bowl will spew a liquid at you rudely from it's mouth that will immediately put you into a random costume. If you keep hitting it, it will keep doing it, changing your costume into something worse every time.

Gatecrashers with bad intentions will be grabbed, wrapped and tossed out of the room by that giant spider up there on the ceiling, and it will also grab you if you're being selfish to the kiddies about giving them candy.

For those who lack dancing partners, some of those manakins are not there for show. Those will come to life and harass dance with you if you look a little lonely.

Enjoy!]

[ooc: Party post! Thread crashing encouraged.]

Comments

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Goes slightly redder, but that's just because he's nervous.]

I-it's okay. I mean, it's just a kiss right?

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[she blinks.]

They aren't important?

[she hasn't had anyone to teach her about kisses. she'd gotten the impression from sora's memories that they were supposed to be special, though.]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. I just meant...N-nevermind.

[He's not making this any easier or less awkward so he'll shut up now.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[you're tense, roxas. she can feel it in your shoulders.]

Tell me? Please? I want to understand.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head.]

It's fine. Really. Forget about it.

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[forget? that's one thing she won't do.

she watches him for another instant, then gives him a pull, but not toward herself. no, she's giving him a pull as she turns to travel to the bed.]

Let's just sit down.

Busy day was busyyyyyyy

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[N-nods, trying, and failing, to keep from blushing any harder.]