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[sicklysweet]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Guild Name's @ home.
When: Vague Approximation of Halloween
What: pardi pardi pardi
Warnings: General party warnings for things like alcohol consumption, but anything specific is up to y'all heathens.





Not many people have entered Guild Name’s @ home before today, which is perhaps understandable given the demeanor of its owner. The few who have will find the @ home entirely redecorated - if you could even say it was decorated in the first place, with how utilitarian everything was before. Maybe Owen’s taken a leaf out of Telophoroi’s book, or he’s really into halloween. Or both. Either way, Sweets Grunty has done a lot of work to essentially redecorate the entire @ home.

The main hall is where most of the action is, with tables set up filled with snacks and drinks. Most of the snacks are small finger foods, and it does seem to heavily lean towards sweeter options, but all of them have a general spooky flair. There are candy apples, cupcakes, finger sandwiches, hand pies, nothing too outrageous. There’s a selection of wine, ciders (both alcoholic and alcohol-free), as well as harder spirits, liqueurs, and juices if people want to craft something stiffer, and coffee and teas for people who want a different sort of buzz. There’s music playing over speakers, but a piano also sits in the hall. You’ll probably want to get permission before you try to play it, though.

There are chairs and tables for people who would rather sit and eat, as well as an open space to serve as a rudimentary dance floor for people who would rather move, but it’s clear the plans for this party were simply “people can do whatever they want”. There’s even tubs of water with apples if people want to go bobbing, and other random party games for people to fuck around with. The world is your oyster, and Owen doesn’t care what people do (which is why PVP is enabled within Guild Name).

The only other rooms that can be entered without asking Owen about it are a bathroom which hasn’t escaped the halloween decorations, and the kitchen which seems to be where Sweets Grunty can be found keeping itself busy.

Comments

[sicklysweet]

set up;
[Owen isn’t going to half-ass this party, even if nobody shows up to it. He can always snack on whatever doesn’t get eaten, and there’s a reason most of the fare is sweeter in nature. It won’t get wasted!

Anyone who stops by the @ home early will find it open, though most of the rooms are inaccessible. Owen can be found in the kitchen, working alongside Sweets Grunty. He hums as he concentrates, but he’s… oddly focused on getting things ready, so he might take a while to notice if anyone is there. Something this domestic and mundane is a nice change of pace from everything else that’s been happening…

Though it’s also possible Owen will be deeper in the guild hall when people arrive, depending on how early people are. Only those who have had relatively positive interactions with Owen will be able to enter the practice room, where Owen can be found doing barre stretches and warmups. It seems like he’s working through some sort of jitters by being active.]

party;
[Costume acquired, Owen doesn’t… really play the role of welcoming host, but he does seem to be in a pretty chipper mood. He might not be greeting people with a lot of enthusiasm, but he does at least acknowledge everyone who arrives and seems to be smiling with more warmth than he usually has.

He drinks, he makes merry, he’ll play the piano and sing on request, and as the night wraps down…]

You know, I think this means my birthday is soon.

[He says this like it’s some sort of secret, because, well - what do birthdays matter to someone in Fragment? It’s just an arbitrary date, isn’t it?

Real people have birthdays.]

party

[murrmoire]

[ Memoir is donning a Safari Ranger outfit with binoculars dangling from his neck area. He seems to be enjoying himself, reveling in the fact that there's something nice with everything going on lately. Memoir doesn't have the chance to speak to Owen, however, until later in the night, when he mentions his birthday. ]

Is it?

[ Sadly, Memoir had missed his own, but for Owen, this is something to be celebrated!! ]

What are you going to do for it?

party!!

[userunfriendly]

[ Maybe it's the contemplation of passing time that's giving Owen the vision of this very dour, tired-looking grim reaper drifting towards him?

Or it's just Winter. Again. Here to lurk in corners even though he neither appears to enjoy parties nor want food. ]

...is it? How old will you be?

[ Something about the question makes a corner of his mouth twitch in a very dry smile. ]

twins...

[worldbent]

Oya, that's right............

[How unfortunate that they'd learned of their shared birthday, back then.... Matoba tilts his cup in a sarcastic little 'cheers'.]

Shall we celebrate together, since we don't have a choice this time? To one, last year.

party

[deto]

Oh, really? [ deto's just having some cider to cool down ] How old are you turning? 40?

party

[regressive]

[ Long time no see, Owen!! It's very suspicious of you to be throwing a party, at least according to Joonghyuk here, so he decides to drop by and check the situation. The costume he's wearing...

It's a priest costume which means that he looks the same as usual, really. Joonghyuk approaches Owen once he's done performing a song someone requested earlier and gets down to business right away. ]

What are you planning?

[ He's chipper... way too chipper. ]

set up

[selfconcept]

[ So guess who heard that there was gonna be a halloween party? This guy. He smells a lot of sweets when he comes in and is trying to find Owen, but isn't in a hurry. He looks around, since it's been a while since he last came here to drop off a piano for Owen.

He eventually peeks inside the practice room and sees Owen, who's doing stretches and warmups. Hien wonders what he's doing... but he's in the usual grim reaper-like attire so does he really have to dress up for Halloween when this is his default? ]

Owen...?

set up

[trollophoroi]

And here I thought you were a jazz musician, not a dancer.

[ Or maybe Owen is all things, all of the time. Who knows. Regardless, Fandaniel has taken the open party invite as an offer to poke around Guild Name. He could have done this earlier, sure, but it hadn't really piqued his interest until now.

Thus, he's here. Not in costume, yet, assuming he even sticks around for the party itself. Did he even get a costume...? The answer is no but he has some unused skins still, it's fine. He lingers in the doorway of the practice room, leaning idly against the door frame and watching him stretch out. ]

[justonezero]

[He's here! He's also dressed as a... bunny witch??? Blame the Halloween RNG that's definitely the reason behind the costume, okay.

He's helping himself to the sweets, though he's also just... staring at the apple bobbing tubs.]

...Why the apples?

[Apple washing? What???]

[insinning]

It's apple bobbing.

[Hello bunny witch. It's catwitch. nyanwitch if you will.]

You have to grab the apples with your mouth without using your hands.

[sicklysweet]

Do you want a demonstration?

[He promises not to drown Nanashi.]

[deto]

[ ... grabbing one of the clean apples...

just a regular doctor trying not to stare at said bunny witch too much. good thing he's only using one eye tonight ]

Do you think it's poisoned?

[ he bites into the apple with a crunch anyway ]

[threatmewted]

[Wow, it really is a party. She's half-surprised honestly.

That said, she's attending in a costume of her own, though she doesn't seem too interested in partaking in any activities. She's fine picking out cupcakes to balance out the bitterness of coffee.

If she notices anyone around, she'll nod in greeting.]

Hey.

[sicklysweet]

Enjoying being a wallflower?

[He’s here to be as annoying as possible! Hooray!]

[insinning]

[Sinclair is here just to see what's going on. He's in a cat-witch costume and he's looking around in pure bafflement. Where did he get this outfit? Who knows. But it's comfortable and suits the theme.

He can be found wandering around either by the snacks with a candied apple in his paw-gloves or near the party games -- how did they get twister in here anyway?

Anyway, he seems distracted looking around, so feel free to approach him to scare him. He's taking a scheduled break from Zelkova hunting okay]

[sicklysweet]

[It’s Halloween! (Sort of!) So with Sinclair looking so distracted, Owen can’t resist sneaking up to him.

He leans forward, blowing against the back of Sinclair’s neck.]

Boo.

[dissimulative]

[ Here is the nyanpire!! And just like good old '00 trends, he hugs Sinclair from the back with a running start, commonly known as glomping. (death)

Hope Sinclair doesn't fall over, because Oria did not go easy on him. ]

[murrmoire]

Memoir attends the Halloween party in a safari ranger outfit. He can primarily be found frequenting the refreshments table and picking out what looks particularly delicious – this means he's taking one of everything. That sandwich you were eyeing? Gone in a flash. Sorry. He's a sucker for good food.

Otherwise, he'll be social and admire everyone's costumes. He will even try to strike conversation about them: ]

I like your costume. What made you choose that one?

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Albedo eventually makes his arrival at the Halloween party.

Expression cool, and indicative of nothing much else, despite his choice in attire. When in Rome, as they say...? ]

It was for efficiency's sake. The skin was available due to a previous run through a dungeon and so I decided that I would go for it.

And yourself?

[ophidie]

[Ah... Well, that's fine. Most food still lacks any particular kind of vibrant joy for her, but she's looking forward to the refreshments more than she would have normally.

Folding her arms in front of her, Miharu looks down at her costume, a more steampunk modification on the classic white rabbit. The cut of the jacket sleeves is comfortable, though something about the reference makes her feel somewhat...anxious, as does being seen and paid attention.]

No particular reason. I like the way it's tailored. I'm afraid the clock is just for show, though. [As far as she can tell, anyway - whatever time it seems to tell doesn't seem like it could be accurate. So the sense of hours and days passing in game feel just as slippery and uncharacterizable as they have for a while.]

Did you imagine there'd be lots of animals here to track? [Which, well. If that was his intention... she's seen some of the skins.]

[userunfriendly]

[ Once again, Michel is here. For reasons that seem to escape even him. He's dressed as a grim reaper with a decidedly halfhearted sickle whittled out of Haunting Hemlock. At least he's on theme! For the most part he's tucked away in a corner, the hood pulled down nearly to his nose, his arms folded over his chest. He might be... sleeping?

When grudgingly in motion he can be found at times over by a tub of apples, idly prodding at one with the little sickle. Who cares how this is supposed to be played; the grim reaper does what he wants.

Or for a real jumpscare, as the night wears on he might retreat towards the kitchen. Pray that he's not feeling magnanimous enough to try to help Sweets Grunty. ]

corner

[dissimulative]

[ Sinclair is a nyanwitch, so Oria is a nyanpire. He had to make more animal ear potions for this. ]

Wiiiinter!

[ Oria is rude, so he grabs Michel's hood and yanks it down even further. ]

Don't sleep at a party!

corner;

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede arrives in a sexy nurse outfit. Link pending because I agonized over which design would suit him best.

But anyway, he is coming on over to Michel's side, then says quietly: ]

Boo.

[tinged]

i. nyan ichi ni san

[ they!! the person formerly known as cubia and currently known as ??? is here to dance! it's hard doing a symmetrical dance with only one working arm, but maybe someone can help? LF a free arm.

they're not as manic-happy-crazy as last week and appear pretty much normal? maybe a little quiet at times. teach them some dances! or let them teach you!]

ii. wilcard

[ definitely by the food and the alcohol. cheers! occasionally they will pull out some paper and a cute pen. what are they writing down?? ]

i

[insinning]

[Hani, no. Sinclair drifts over to the dance floor to fuss at Hani gently. He's in his nyanwitch outfit which conspicuously matches his boyfriend's but who is paying attention, really.]

That doesn't hurt your arm, does it?