General Halloween GP

[londoncallingmods]

Halloween was as spooky or dull as you needed it to be in London. From handing out treats to those who came knocking, to attending costume parties and concerts all over the city, there was something for everyone tonight.

 

Plenty of bars and clubs were offering discounts to anyone bold enough to turn up in costume, and even the underground was bursting with holiday cheer as costumed commuters came and went, breaking up the dull day to day routine one usually faced while making your way from point a to point b.

 

Even those who chose to skip the costume were indulging in treats or maybe a creepy film or two.

 

There was no excuse to be bored. Not tonight. Not on Halloween.

 

(General Halloween GP for those who aren't keen on the haunted house! Feel free to post your pup anywhere in the city, from fancy dress parties to street corners. Go wild (or, you know, stay tame. Your call) Also, because there are two GPs going up this week, both are open to new top levels for two whole weeks! And, of course, you can keep tagging long after that if you want. :D I'll post reminders daily on slack.) 

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[the_hastings_way]

"I hate Halloween," Spencer muttered, stabbing her straw into her frozen pumpkin spice frapp as she watched a pair of witches walk by, and then winced as someone in a very unsettling mask stared her down on their way past.

"Great, because it's not creepy enough to be stalked by someone who has to hide in the bushes- Now they can walk right past me in broad daylight. Awesome."

She stabbed her drink again, her foot bouncing slightly as she tried to resist the urge to have a bite of the very special brownie she had tucked away in her purse. After all, she was trying not to fall down that particular rabbit hole, even if it did only give her a little buzz. ...It would be just her luck that tonight would be the night when she somehow over did it. ...Being paranoid and stoned on Halloween would be like inviting A to make trouble for her.

The thought alone made her more anxious, and as a boy tried to jump out at her wearing a Jason mask, Spencer snapped. Reaching out, she snatched the mask right off the stranger's face.

"You think you're scary? I promise you, I am way more terrifying than your party city costume!" she growled.

[sunsongs]

"This guy bothering you, darlin'?" Coby put Jax's swagger into his step as he came up between the seriously not happy girl and the guy who'd thought to scare her. He did badass biker pretty well, if he did say so himself.

[the_hastings_way]

Spencer was, honestly, pretty terrifying all by herself, and the guy had already started to back away.

"He was just leaving," Spencer assured the stranger, watching as the Halloween creep nodded and skittered off. She still had murder in her eyes as she turned her attention to the newcomer, but they seemed to soften as she took a calming breath.

"Sorry, I get bit tense this time of year," she admitted, fighting a little, then caving and shoving her hand into her bag to break off a tiny bit of brownie to nibble on.

[sunsongs]

"it's all good," Coby assured her, sounding more himself. "Halloween's not for everybody. Especially if you're more used to the tricks than the treats. I'm just glad that guy had the sense to be scared of you."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal didn't care much for holidays of any kind. He liked Christmas, for obvious reasons, but Halloween wasn't a party famous for its culinary excesses. If he had cared about the date, he might have killed someone and served him with a side of roasted pumpkin slices to a small gathering of people. Or perhaps exhibited him on the steps to this very theatre, where he had been invited to a Halloween party. In truth, though, he hadn't exhibited anyone at all in quite some time. A shame, to be honest. Perhaps he would change that.

Tonight, though, it was time to smile. The party had a Venetian air to it, more Carnivalesque than horror in decoration, though the people made up for it in vampires, ghouls and zombies.

Hannibal wasn't too keen on dressing up, but he didn't mind playing along. So, he'd taken his stethoscope and doctor's coat, splattered with blood. Dr. Death, in some manner.

At the moment, he was outside, taking a small breath of fresh air - interrupted by the many smoking breaks around him.

[quartermaster_q]

Q had no idea that later this evening he'd find himself trapped in an inescapable hell, and as a result was quite happy to play the part of Bond's plus one at the party that felt just a bit too posh for a boffin like him.

He'd come dressed as a plague doctor. A morbid choice, but a good way to hide his face. Bond may have been glad to put himself on display, but Q wasn't so eager to be noticed. Not on home turf at least.

Still, when he stepped outside to get some air, he couldn't help but remove his mask at the sight of a familiar face.

"Doctor Lecter, what a pleasant surprise."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal smiled. "Pleasant indeed," he replied. "I must say, I wouldn't have expected to see you here. But then, perhaps that is why you're wearing the mask."

OTA

[whispersoflove]

Anael hadn't realised that it was Halloween until he'd touched down in London, and realised how many people were dressed up. It was early evening, and he watched a group of friends costumed in something that clearly fit together, although he could not have said what to save his life.

"I've no idea what to dress up as," he told the person that stopped beside him to watch them, as if he were confiding some shameful sin.

Re: OTA

[sunsongs]

"Wings too obvious?" Coby asked with a smirk. His hair was slicked back instead of wanting to fall in his face like usual, and he wore a black leather vest with various patches over a blue hoodie, white t-shirt, and low-slung jeans.

He bumped his shoulder against Anael's. "You could go the other direction, red horns and a pointy tail."

[whispersoflove]

"I don't think so," Anael shook his head with a small smile. "Though I suppose I'm dressed up already, in a way."

It wasn't as if this form was his true self, for all that his clothes were nothing special. A pair of rolled up jeans, DMs, a t-shirt and denim jacket. Someone else might have felt chilly, but not him.

OTA

[codenameathos]

Athos was on duty. He attended the VIP masque because of some of the guests in attendance, and their political importance. Which meant that he was dressed in a sharp two-piece suit and wearing a lacey black and gold mask - and that he was carefully monitoring his alcohol intake. He was often found with a glass in his hand, but rarely drinking from it, although few people would have noticed that last bit.

He might be an alcoholic, but he was also a professional.

Re: OTA

[codenamemilady]

Milady should have known Oliver would be here. The mask did little to hide features she had once known better than any. She had not sought him out since that day in the charity souk, and an anger so cold it could burn came to life again when she saw him now. Her hand went first to the ribbon at her throat, then higher to adjust the hood to obscure more of her face, although the mask covered most of it. Then, knowing she was playing with fire, she passed slowly through his line of sight.

Oliver had seen her in ways no one ever had, before or since, and as much as she would deny it, there was some part of Milady that craved his eyes on her and only her even now after everything.

Re: OTA

[codenameathos]

Oliver brought his wine glass to his lips, eyes casually going over the crowd, trusting his instincts to warn him if there was something wrong, something worth his attention. But the glass stopped halfway to his lips, and his gaze followed the figure in dark red. There was something about the stranger hidden under that hood; the way she held herself, and walked. Something that held his attention.

He followed, his glass forgotten in his hand, but lost her in the crowd, looking everywhere for the flash of carmine that might betray her.

[codenamemilady]

Milady had good reasons, work reasons, for not only attending the masque, but for the effort she'd put into her costume. She'd begun with a hooded gown in rich carmine, its assymmetric neckline drawing attention to her decolletage and away from the ribbon choker around her neck. With the hood drawn up over the touseled updo, she seemed to look out from shadow as though she was a mystery to be solved. Her face was covered by a silvered leather wolf mask, the eye holes perfectly shaped so they didn't interfere with her vision. She crossed to the bar as though she expected all eyes to be on her, and was pleased so many people complied.

As she waited for the bartender to make her French 95, she turned to watch the room. "I believe it will be quite the evening, don't you ?" she asked the person next to her.

[quartermaster_q]

Q had no idea that later this evening he'd find himself trapped in an inescapable hell, and as a result was quite happy to play the part of Bond's plus one at the party that felt just a bit too posh for a boffin like him. He'd come dressed as a plague doctor. A morbid choice, but a good way to hide his face. Bond may have been glad to put himself on display, but Q wasn't so eager to be noticed. Not on home turf at least.

Except Bond had wandered off, and Q had found himself alone near the bar, trying to decide if a drink was worth removing his mask.

"I really hope not," he sighed, slightly paranoid that Bond's disappearance meant he was off doing something he definitely shouldn't be.

[codenamemilady]

The mask prevented Milady from reading the man the way she normally would, but she would work with it. She tilted her head, thinking perhaps, cat-eyes looking out from the holes in her own lupine mask. "Hm. Plague doctors, always expecting the worst. What's Halloween without a little excitement?"

[akatawitch]

Halloween was the one day of the year Sunny wore white.

That in and of itself might not sound like very much, but she did everything she could to play into her natural ghostly appearance--white dress, white shoes, white accessories, white purse (it wasn't, normally, only magically altered to be so), pale shimmer at her eyes, and her pale hair brushed out into the biggest cloud of afro she could make it. The only color to be had was the pale pink of her lips, the hazel of her eyes.

She knew exactly how striking it was. And she knew exactly what it made her look like. All day she saw people jump when they caught her out of the corner of their eye, and it made her smile.

Though if you asked, she'd say she was dressed as an exoticizing photo shoot.

((Find Sunny wherever. The tube, the coffee shop, university campus, whatever))

[whispersoflove]

Anael was simply walking down the street, in the usual sort of clothes he wore. Pop culture was not his forte, and he would have had no idea what to dress up as, even if he had realised what day today was before materialising on this plane. So he was simply walking around, trying to sort out what people were dressed up as, and mostly failing. That was when his gaze fell on a figure in all white, and the small smile on his lips stretched into a grin. "Sunny," he greeted her, the word sounding like more than her name. It sounded like a compliment, too. "You look wonderful," he added, perfectly honest.

[akatawitch]

Sunny ruined the ghostly effect a bit by blushing. She normally brushed compliments off, since so many of the ones she received were along the lines of how exotic she looked. This... didn't sound like that. Nor was it one of the Phouka's flowery effusions. "You're very kind."

[pixiesweat]

The city was full of fun and celebrations and Manuel was, naturally, not participating in any of it. He’d been hiding in his flat, but he’d finally gotten hungry enough that he’d headed out to find something to eat.

Sunny in her blazingly white outfit was the first thing that caught his eye when he turned into a new street. He immediately made a half-hearted attempt to duck back around the corner and hide, already blushing.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like her. But he couldn’t help thinking of the last time he’d seen her, when he’d ended up crying all over her even though she wasn’t much more than a stranger. And it was really embarrassing.

[winter_wisp]

Time had a way of passing differently, and unpredictably, on the other side. So while only months had passed in London since he'd departed to live amongst his own, Winter had, actually, been gone for nearly two years now.

His hair was no longer a shock white, but instead a warm reddish brown mess of curls, a change brought on from living in a different part of the forest. His skin had a touch of colour to it now too, and he looked ever so slightly older, and much less skittish and afraid.

He'd come to London to visit Willy, only to find that Willy and his mortal weren't home. He had to admit, he'd been tempted to simply return home after that- Right up until the moment he'd been offered a bit of candy by a man standing outside a shop.

"Happy Halloween!" the man grinned, and though Winter wasn't sure what that was, he was very interested in learning more.

It wasn't long before he had a little bag of sweets in one hand, and the sweetest, most wonderful coffee in the other. He'd forgotten just how wonderful mortal food was, and he found himself feeling tempted to stay just a little longer- Maybe a week. ...Okay, maybe a few.

"How long does Halloween last?" he asked the next person who walked by. "Will it be Halloween tomorrow also?"

[pixiesweat]

The next person walking by was, coincidentally, also a pixie. Partly, at least.

"...no," he said, a little confused by the odd question. "It's just tonight."

[winter_wisp]

"Oh," Winter sighed, wilting slightly as he took another sip from his coffee. "That's a shame, isn't it? There should be more holidays where people give me candy for no apparent reason."

[harrowgate]

Felix was attempting to get himself home before the Halloween madness got too far out of control. The masquerade of the evening might have been diverting had he not been plagued with a gnawing uncertainty all day, culminating in an overwhelming desire to get home.

He wasn't going to make it there, not tonight, but he didn't know that yet.

Instead, he was held up by a slowing of foot-traffic outside a shop handing out candy, at which Felix rolled his eyes to the sky and sighed. A voice sounded nearby, oddly familiar, though in his impatience and pre-occupation, Felix couldn't quite place it. "I very dearly hope not. One of these per year is quite enough."

He turned his head to catch sight of whomever had been speaking, and blinked in distant recognition. Something about the young man's face was familiar.

[winter_wisp]

Winter perked up at the familiar voice and fiery hair, and he bounced happily on his heels.

"Oh! Hello Felix," he chirped, his slender frame easily weaving through the crowd so he could stand at the wizard's side.