sirenspull_logs | Halloween Masquerade Ball

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.

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[He allows the touch even if his wings rustle slightly; he's not used to people interacting with them, or well, them being corporeal for people to interact with. But he ignores that in favor of giving Crowley a critical look.]

Are you dressed as a demon?

No.

[And Crowley grins a little as black tendrils gently snake around Castiel to tug him closer to the demon, lightly stroking his feathers.]

I got creative.

[He glances down at the tendrils, a little surprised, stepping forward obligingly.]

So you did. What are you supposed to be?

I'm disappointed that you haven't made the connection.

[Crowley does not look all that disappointed. In fact, he looks amused as the faux tentacles snake their way into his coat.]

You only force me through the film four nights a week.

[He doesn't protest, making the connection...]

You are Ursula?

[That is actually so fitting he doesn't know what to say.]

A stroke of genius, I'm very well aware.

[And, like that, his coat fell back to his sides, the demon grinning lazily.]

I won't be singing, though.

It is fitting, at least.

[He rustles his feathers softly, content.]

I will not be singing either.

Well, now I am legitimately disappointed.

[Crowley gently curls his fingers into Castiel's jacket before his eyes shift to the wings.]

Are they always moving?

Angels are always moving.

[They might be outwardly still at times in vessels, but angels are always shifting, coiled energy. Castiel's wings reflect that aspect of his nature, as well as being more expressive than he is in his human form.]

I've always told you that, that you're twitchy.

[He runs the back of his hand down the wings again, entertained.]

Has anyone stepped on them yet?

[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.]

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.

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.

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.]

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.]

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.

[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.]

[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.

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.

[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.

[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.

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

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

It'll be fun.

[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.

Good, I love dangerous.

[And he tugs Castiel slightly closer, amused.]

Come on.

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

Fine.

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