Halloween Masquerade Ball

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Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: October 27th, 7:00pm till Morning Sirens.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for some Halloween Masquerade Fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

The Community Center has been transformed into a sophisticated autumn dance hall, with bits of Halloween decorations around the room. When the door opens, you find yourself in the hall before the main room, someone ready to take your coat, if you have one, and another ready to give out bracelets. That way no one who shouldn't be drinking won't be able to.



The dance floor is surrounded by a number of small, round tables, each with an elaborate centerpiece of cobwebs. There are lights within the hanging decorations, with draped fabric over the sides, to give it a more close knit feeling. At the head of all the tables is a bar serving free drinks and cocktails to anyone over age. There is also a buffet



And then, of course, there is the dance floor, where people are dancing to the music supplied by two talented DJs, lights blinking and the room ready for everyone to have a good time.



Last call for food is two hours before sirens, and then the last call for drinks is an hour before the party finishes. You might want to be careful when it gets to be that time, though. Around 1:00 am, the party is going to change, due to a series of unfortunate events. You may not be very hungry or thirsty for awhile after.

Thread List:

Ahiru | Lisbeth | Vesper | Alois | Jessica | Jesse | James | Crowley | Castiel | Mia Fey | Discord

Comments

[ofthursday]

[The wing being touched moves a little, into Crowley's hand, like a cat being pet. Castiel doesn't seem to notice.]

They don't trail on the floor, Crowley.

[The better question is has anyone run into them yet, and the answer is yes. A lot.]

[integrity]

Surely you stretch them.

[Unfortunately for Castiel, Crowley does notice -- and he runs his fingers through the feathers experimentally, continuing the conversation as if he isn't doing anything.]

Or someone could get feely.

[ofthursday]

They are over sixteen feet in span; I cannot stretch them well here.

[Not without knocking people over anyway. Castiel's feathers puff up just a little at the touches, a friendly and inviting gesture the angel is still either obvious too, or ignoring.]

You are being 'feely' enough for everyone.

[integrity]

You love it when I touch you, don't be sassy.

[Crowley grins, entertained, his fingers petting down the feathers in amusement. This could definitely be fun.]

[ofthursday]

I will be sassy all I like.

[So there. But Crowley is right, and the touch on his wings is gentle and pleasant, like someone having their hair pet.]

[integrity]

You'll pay for it later.

[His fingers dig into the wings, just a little, scritching gently underneath the feathers as Crowley speaks.]

But for now, I suppose you can have your fun.

[ofthursday]

[This is quickly being added as a reason why having corporeal wings in a problem. The gentle touch is almost like a massage for a human, instantly relaxing and a little unsteadying. Nope. Putting a stop to this right now.]

Later, then. Not now.

[And he draws his wings away, with a bit of effort, folding them more tightly against his back and away from prying hands.]

How long are you intending to stay here?

[Because he really is here only because Crowley is.]

[integrity]

[Crowley's lips twitch into a slight smirk.]

I suppose that would depend on how eventful you promise my evening to be.

[He stops playing with his wings, but instead the demon leans against his arm ever so lightly, glancing around.]

I've made my appearance and my donations. I've promised to be at two more events, but you don't have to attend.

[ofthursday]

How eventful are you desiring?

[He asks it softly, what might be seductively if he were anyone else, but Castiel really only barely grasps the concept and certainly not enough to use it on purpose.]

Good. I find parties tiresome and dull.

[integrity]

[Crowley's eyes brighten just a little at the question before he slides forward, his hands subtly ducking into Castiel's coat to trail to his hips, action hidden by the mess of feathers and suit jacket and tentacles.]

But I could... skip.

[It's quiet as he lowers his voice, lips ghosting against the angel's neck.]

I can think of several creative things to do with this coat and your wings that involve a bed.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel's wings shift forward just a little, almost making a shield part of the way around them, though he's not entirely certain about the wings part at home. They're manifested like this for show, and he's not at all sure about using them in any way for other activities.]

My wings would be far too awkward.

[integrity]

Mm, so you'd think, but... I disagree.

[He moves his hands up a little, running his fingers through feathers.]

It'll be fun.

[ofthursday]

[Just as before, the petting is soothing, and he wonders if it might not be a good idea after all. Except each wing is over eight feet long and he can just see the damage they'll do if one strikes anything in the house. Or the demon, for that matter, unintentionally.]

They can be dangerous.

[integrity]

Good, I love dangerous.

[And he tugs Castiel slightly closer, amused.]

Come on.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel frowns, considering arguing a bit more, but then just sighs. He supposes they can try it.]

Fine.

[integrity]

[With that, Crowley tugs him forward abruptly against him -- and in the blink of an eye, they vanish.]