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.

[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.

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.

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.

[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.

[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))

[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?"