🎃 HALLOWEEN MINGLE 🎃

[benames]

You are cordially invited to Cisco and Winn's Not-Too-Terrifying Halloween Costume Party!

Who: everyone ( yes, you too!)
Broadcast: N/A
Action: aboard the Iskaulit!
When: current



[ on the night of the 28th, the lecture hall will open its gates though it'll look remarkably different. Winn and Cisco would have decorated the corridors leading to it with Jack-o'-lanterns made from the pumpkins gathered at the little patch on the planet. The hall itself will be similarly decorated, along with other traditional scary Halloween decorations made from paper and fabric ( don't ruin the little paper spiders, they took hours to make! ). There will be music from various times of Earth-1 and Earth-3, so don't be surprised to find Lady Gaga playing alongside the Spice Girls! Feel free to make requests or otherwise, just show your skills on the dance floor!

There will be a bar run by Nami offering free sodas, though you'll have to pay for your own alcohol ( remember, don't drink and fly! ). Alongside the bar, characters will find a few tables offering candy from Earth-1 won by Cisco at the game room with a little sign reading TAKE ONE, LEAVE SOME FOR OTHERS and quite a lot of space chips and protein dips as well as various candy from all over the different planets ( cleverly hoarded by Winn! ) and a large selection of pumpkin pies and pumpkin treats. Characters will also find a line leading to Cisco's trusty ice cream machine, though it'll only offer peanut butter flavored sorbet.

At the corner of the hall there will be a karaoke machine with a little sign-up sheet. Characters could sign up solo or in groups and list the song they'd like to sing. Keep in mind though, the entire hall will be able to hear your rendition of Sexy and I Know it!

Adventure-seeking characters will be able to follow signs reading HAUNTED HOUSE and reach a large hall that was turned into a maze by large cardboard blocks painted black or covered by dark fabrics. Making it out of the maze won't be too hard and the maze itself won't be too frightening but will be mildly startling. It'll include some nifty engineered animatronics of witches, scarecrows, scary clowns and skeletons as well as holograms of ghosts! The song featured in the invitation will also be heard here, on repeat. It's a good break from the dancing and for some private conversations and moments.

Remember, costume are mandatory! you don't want to be caught by tonight's pumpkin kings, do you? ]

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[interstices]

[Pettily, she's almost satisfied with his plea. The surest way to guarantee her interest is to disapprove of something, if not outright forbid it. It's awful of her to enjoy his discomfort and take it as some neatly-earned revenge. But it doesn't stop her.]

You're hopeless, you know? [She finishes off her glass.] Don't worry about me and him.

[astrobleme]

[Shinji mumbles something against the rim of his glass. The only real solution to what he's feeling is to drink more wine, so that's what he's doing, one steady swallow at a time. It kind of burns going down, but it isn't that bad...

He closes his eyes when the double vision really kicks in.]

Maybe I deserve to be jealous after all the crap I pulled.

[A relatively mild tone.]

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Maybe a little.

[A pause. It's way too charitable to try to change the subject, but she can't stand him moping over nothing. She doesn't really care for the taste of her wine, but she's tempted to get another glass anyway.]

You're drinking too much.

[astrobleme]

[Shinji's eyes open up a sliver, just as he finishes off the rest of the glass.] According to you, [he says, setting it down on the table.] But I could probably go for some more... 'less you think you can stop me... [He leans closer to her, then, nudging her with his elbow, in what's meant to be a good-natured gesture. He ends up not pulling away, though. She smells good. Really good. And she's really warm.]

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Moron. Of course I could stop you.

[But the question of whether she will or not still hovers somewhere in the air. The combination of alcohol and his jealousy is potent. Kind of exciting. He's been taking her for granted too long for her not to enjoy it.]

[So she leans back into him, hoping she's being casual about it. She feels warm, slightly hazy, like an autumn morning after a forest fire. Her hand brushes awkwardly, too awkwardly, against his. She'd meant to aim for his thigh and backed out a quarter of the way there.]

I thought wolves were supposed to be brave.

[astrobleme]

[Shinji doesn't know if it's the alcohol, or the predicament, or both, that's making him so emotional right now. Everything he's feeling is more or less magnified by some factor of whatever-the-heck. He sniffles a little, feeling sorry for himself, but mostly he's interested in the slope of her neck and how good it smells. The way she touches his hand feels like an encouragement.]

Wolves are supposed to eat little girls, [he murmurs in reply. There's temptation, and then there's temptation, which means he's pressing even closer to her.] The ones that go wandering around without adult supervision. Irresponsible. [Asuka is spared any fairy tale moralizing when Shinji kisses her on the neck. His fake plastic teeth--extra jagged--lightly scratch near to her pulse.]

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'M not a little girl... [But she's squirming pleasurably, actually grabbing his hand when he kisses her. There's something electric about it. Shinji's never been so demonstrative in public that she can remember. Maybe it's the occasion and the mask helping him along, lending a sort of unreality to everything. He can play a part.]

Would you still eat me?

[He can't miss the innuendo, however laced it is with wine. Ever since... ever since he lost out to his Angelic nature, she's been wanting more. She's always wanted more, of course, but lately it's been more insistent, less a product of just her loneliness and wanting and more of an instinctual need. Her mouth meets his all too swiftly as she scoots closer to him, one of her ankles locking around his thigh beneath the table.]

[astrobleme]

[It's exhausting. Mentally unbalancing. Ever since Shinji embraced his true nature... Day in and day out, he has these weird urges--some of them nonsensical, others obscene--that he's forced to fight against. For example, he has a newfound appreciation for undercooked meat. For piles of soft bedding. The unique shape of an egg. Kaworu-kun's scent. And Asuka's scent, yeah, definitely, as he takes a deep breath and curls an arm around her waist. Getting liquored up makes it so easy to indulge in the urges as soon as they appear.

She's kissing him now. That's good, that's just wonderful, but he ends up laughing when his fake teeth get in the way of a more fervent kiss. He pulls back just enough to remove them, somehow demure about it. Asuka's choice of words...]

That depends on how good you taste. Maybe you're a little too salty for me...

[A teasing smile, then.]

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You won't know until you try.

[Upping the ante is equal parts instinct, liquor, and impatience. She's waited too long for something more. Something like this. His arm around her waist feels like permission. Even better, it feels like encouragement, so she scoots all the way into his lap, tugging his mask up and off. Her breaths aren't as irregular, and both her eyes feel very, very warm.]

[As she leans in, pressing her body up against him, she realizes this is more fooling around than she's ever done in her life.]

What do you say?

[astrobleme]

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