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Spooky Scary Skeletons!
Loki had no idea if any other places were having Halloween bashes, but that wasn't gonna stop him from having his fun! Pub-crawls were a thing if that were the case! The Viper's Pit had been decked out in the spirit of the season, the drinks, boozy and non were themed for the holiday, and aside from the magically drugged glitter one could play with down in the club, there were all manner of edibles.
While the changes were mild inside the building itself, the field had undergone the most changes, from the disappearance of the arena and bathhouse to the forests normally vaguely in the middle distance having been drawn in much closer, ringing a large open field where several bonfires were crackling merrily, each stocked with comfortable places to sit, as well as marshmallows, skewers, and several options for meats to be grilled over an open flame. To the east of the clearing was an expansive-looking corn maze, and standing vigil over it from somewhere in the vague center was a large Victorian-looking house. Anyone who wanted to go snooping would find the maze and home both charmingly haunted by costumed staff looking forward to the chance to scare the pants off some unsuspecting partygoers.
Nothing about the place seems off, or strange. Bats fly about overhead, the moon is large and positioned quite perfectly to make the haunted house look charmingly spooky, and the woods that spread around the clearing are just begging for people to dare to creep down it's paths, jumping at the shrieks that echo from the maze, or just their own imaginations running away with them. Not that there seems to be anything scarier than some mild-mannered wild-life like the owls hooting in the trees- it seems the woods are more designed for a nice nighttime stroll for folks who might want a bit of quiet than anything.
Of course everyone wore costumes. They did right? It's a costume party after all! And if anyone didn't have one, the staff of the bar were quite happy to furnish some of the spares they had on hand, even if it might be something so simple as an animal headband, a pair of wings, or a sheriff's badge and toy gun.
No one was quite certain when things started becoming weirder. Not specifically, and no one was sure why it had happened, given the first sign of things going wrong? Was one of the poor unsuspecting waiters who'd been wearing a cute little bear headband? Was suddenly now a very large, and very confused grizzly bear in a darling little vest trying to balance the tray he'd been carrying on one paw, and attempting to sort out how to get all the drinks off without tipping them onto the customers, who were now a table of animals of varying sizes and shapes, as well as one very bewildered knight, whose plastic armor was suddenly much more realistic and cumbersome.
And from the yelps of surprise and alarm echoing quickly through the Pit and the yard, it was clear this was not an isolated incident.
((ooc: Costume bash! OOC info is here leave any questions in there! Feel free to tag either pre or post-costume realism! For toplevels please use the Trick Or Treat system! If you're just wanting cute fluff or maybe minor spooky stuff, just leave 'Treat' in your toplevel's subject line. If you're here for scary chases and angst, or being a monster to hunt folks for fun (keeping in mind the AVF is in effect!) just post 'Trick'! If you're open to both just put both in! Hopefully this'll make it easier to match up what folks are hoping to play with here even if you're going in otherwise blind. The costumes will revert come sunrise with no ill effects- happy hauntings!))
While the changes were mild inside the building itself, the field had undergone the most changes, from the disappearance of the arena and bathhouse to the forests normally vaguely in the middle distance having been drawn in much closer, ringing a large open field where several bonfires were crackling merrily, each stocked with comfortable places to sit, as well as marshmallows, skewers, and several options for meats to be grilled over an open flame. To the east of the clearing was an expansive-looking corn maze, and standing vigil over it from somewhere in the vague center was a large Victorian-looking house. Anyone who wanted to go snooping would find the maze and home both charmingly haunted by costumed staff looking forward to the chance to scare the pants off some unsuspecting partygoers.
Nothing about the place seems off, or strange. Bats fly about overhead, the moon is large and positioned quite perfectly to make the haunted house look charmingly spooky, and the woods that spread around the clearing are just begging for people to dare to creep down it's paths, jumping at the shrieks that echo from the maze, or just their own imaginations running away with them. Not that there seems to be anything scarier than some mild-mannered wild-life like the owls hooting in the trees- it seems the woods are more designed for a nice nighttime stroll for folks who might want a bit of quiet than anything.
Of course everyone wore costumes. They did right? It's a costume party after all! And if anyone didn't have one, the staff of the bar were quite happy to furnish some of the spares they had on hand, even if it might be something so simple as an animal headband, a pair of wings, or a sheriff's badge and toy gun.
No one was quite certain when things started becoming weirder. Not specifically, and no one was sure why it had happened, given the first sign of things going wrong? Was one of the poor unsuspecting waiters who'd been wearing a cute little bear headband? Was suddenly now a very large, and very confused grizzly bear in a darling little vest trying to balance the tray he'd been carrying on one paw, and attempting to sort out how to get all the drinks off without tipping them onto the customers, who were now a table of animals of varying sizes and shapes, as well as one very bewildered knight, whose plastic armor was suddenly much more realistic and cumbersome.
And from the yelps of surprise and alarm echoing quickly through the Pit and the yard, it was clear this was not an isolated incident.
((ooc: Costume bash! OOC info is here leave any questions in there! Feel free to tag either pre or post-costume realism! For toplevels please use the Trick Or Treat system! If you're just wanting cute fluff or maybe minor spooky stuff, just leave 'Treat' in your toplevel's subject line. If you're here for scary chases and angst, or being a monster to hunt folks for fun (keeping in mind the AVF is in effect!) just post 'Trick'! If you're open to both just put both in! Hopefully this'll make it easier to match up what folks are hoping to play with here even if you're going in otherwise blind. The costumes will revert come sunrise with no ill effects- happy hauntings!))
Treat - Halloween Ziggy? Jack Stardust?
They were laughing as they walked into the bar for drinks but the laughter soon stopped as they took seats. The two blinked at each other in confusion as memories and abilities just merged together into some off amalgamation. It left two twins, literally. Even they had a hard time coming to terms with which one was Ziggy Stardust and which one was Halloween Jack. Even Diamond, Jack's white greyhound, barked in confusion at whatever was happening. If they needed a drink before, now.. now they really needed one.
[There are ways to tell Ziggy and Jack apart if you know what to look for. For most people... yeah.. they are exactly the same right now.]
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“...oh no. Are they spiking the punch with polyjuice potion now?!”
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"You haven't met him." One scolds the other.
"I know him." There's protest.
"No you don't. That is my thought. Not yours." The intensity of two Ziggys is crazy.
"Then why am I thinking it?" The response is concerned and frustrated.
"Tell him you've never met him." Ziggy ask Minoru pointing at the other Ziggy sitting beside him.
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“Oh boy... Isamu? Isamu!!”
“What?”
“Polyjuice potion! How do you tell which one is the real one?”
“Minoru, you clearly need to pay closer attention to Professor Snape. It’s obvious.“ He rolled his eyes. “They are both the real one.”
“What?! That’s impossible!”
“No, impossible would be the use of polyjuice on a half-human. It simply doesn’t work. Therefore no potion could have created an imposter, leading to the obvious conclusion that both Ziggys are real Ziggys.”
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"He's not Ziggy." One of them says about the other one.
"This was your idea." The one sighs downing the shot of whiskey that was on the bar.
"Now, you're drinking my drinks? Damnit." The one complaining stops and stares at the twins. It's enough the draw the attention of the second Ziggy.
"Why are they dressed like that?" Ziggy asks Ziggy and the second shrugs in response.
"Those look like bathrobes." This Ziggy seems a little less agitated than the other and more interested in drinking. "Who wears bathrobes to a bar?"
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“As dictated by the Fundamental Laws of Magic, the Doubling Charm does not affect metaphysical or fundamental entities, such as the soul. Therefore, it would not be suitable for use on sentient beings...” Isamu insisted. “And really, bathrobes? Every fine wizarding school requires uniforms. Hogwarts is certainly no exception.”
Minoru rubbed his temple. “Okay, so which one of you is Ziggy?”
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"I am." It's another uniform answer in unison from both.
The calmer of the two sighs and rolls his eye. "We don't know."
"Of course we do." The other protests.
"Fine!" The one that seems uniformly calmer threatens. "Which one of us is Ziggy Stardust?"
The more stressed of the two stares at his accuser for a long time before bursting out. "I don't know."
"We don't know." He sighs again. "I need another drink."
"What about when..." The panicked one asks and there's a clear feeling the rest is telepathic.
"FUCK?!" Now the calm one is visibly stressed.
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“Other than a mass transfiguration spell that seems to have affected everyone in the vicinity save for the two of us?” He asked, because of course, they were Hogwarts students and had always been Hogwarts students. “Human transfiguration is a complex N.E.W.T. Level magic.”
“So naturally, you’ve read at least eight books on the subject. Do you know how to undo it?”
“Attempting a counterspell without knowing the actual spell used is foolhardy. At least one of these is your friend. I know you would not willingly put one or both of their lives in danger.”
“Look, do either of you remember when you became, uh... you?”
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The question though. The calmer of the two answers first. "I was born this way."
The other shrugs downing about half a glass of whiskey. "Fuck. I don't remember. You said you could tell me."
"I did?" The other one looks very confused. "Wait! Did I say that this morning?"
"You did!" The fast drinker accuses.
"How do you expect me to remember after..." He takes a drink trailing off.
"You snorted all my coke. What did you think would happen?" The panicky one accused.
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Walking up to both men the angel frowned and squinted, trying to determine which man was his lover. They looked so alike! It was almost impossible to tell due to their feminine features and handsome jaw line. Yes, that was something Balthazar loved about Jack. Onyx was sleeping back at the apartment so it was no good relying on a dog's nose to tell the men apart.
"Perhaps if I place my hand where both your hearts are then it might give the game away?"
Glancing between both men, he wondered if Jack was inwardly laughing at the angel's obvious confusion.
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The closest one steps down from the barstool to give Balthazar a hug and the other Ziggy is right there snatching his shoulder to stop his twin from hugging the angel.
"That's my angel." There's a scowl accompanying the words.
"Yours?" The huff of indignation accompanying the words is almost childish. "You're jealous."
"Of what? That you can't remember who you're sleeping with?" And they start bickering in a way that is feminine and terse.
Diamond looks up from where she was laying beneath the bar stools. Seeing the angel she jumps up to get pets. He masters have the poor dog equly confused but the angel still smells like himself.
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"Here, girl. Can you tell which is my Jack? I can't for the life of me decide which I should kiss and which I should shake hands with."
Glancing up from offering Diamond a good scritch behind the ears he frowned once more before chuckling softly. What a predicament indeed. Also, the bickering. They were like two girls Balthazar once knew back at his strip club, fighting over tips and the like.
"Please, boys. A little more decorum while you fight over me, hm? There's plenty of angel to go around for both if that suits you."
The question is which was his Jack? There were so alike that even Balthazar's angel senses could not tell them apart. Two handsome men at his disposal. What a fantasy indeed.
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The question stops both of them from arguing for a moment. They look between the angel ans each other, brows furrowed as they speak telepathically. There's a shrug, a scowl, then they start laughing just before the both go and hug the angel. It came down to the fact that the angel deserved a hug and since they couldn't agree on who was supposed to, they could agree on doing it together.
Both wrap arms around the angel's neck but say nothing as they try not to start arguing again.
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"That's better. You remind me of a stripper I once knew. She always bickered with her fellow girlfriends over tips and the like. Pretty thing but I always ended up being the buffer between my girls."
He smirked at revealing some of his sordid past before coming to the Nexus as he placed both arms around both men. Now, to try and tell them apart once again. Either through sensory means or perhaps asking them specific questions might reveal the truth?
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"I'm not a stripper." The other protests.
The reveal firmly lost in the dislike of the term. It was definitely a double edged sword to say. Ziggy was never a stripper and Jack made a distinction between the two types of work due to circumstances at home. Neither if them are pleased with the comparison and it shows.
The only thing that stops more arguing is that one, and quickly both, notice what the angel is wearing. There's a moment of stopped breath and then the two are trying to decide who is Jack and who is Ziggy again. It leaves them staring because they don't know, not really.
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"Alright, sorry, boys. That was a little below the belt of me but a near enough comparison given the circumstances we are facing here. You're both very handsome men but only one of you is my Jack."
Moving to place a hand on the nearest of the two's torsos, Balthazar closed his eyes as he tried to move his hand low to where Jack's heartbeat was. That, or it would be Ziggy's.
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Both Jacks bite there lip and look at the other. There is a mutual wish that they could figure it out too. However the gentle hand on the lower back has the closest one leaning in to the touch. Jealousy quickly erupts in the other Jack who comes over and is ready to start a fight, maybe a physical one even.
The problem is, both are agitated so thier heartbeats are going to be relatively similar. Even aside from this Halloween trick they are the same person. It may be hard to tell even for an angel.
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It's not so bad, he's decided.
When he sees Ziggy, he immediately trots over to him. But, wait, there are two? Which is Ziggy and which is Jack?
He decides to sniff them, but they seem to smell the same. This is all too confusing, especially since being a lion cub apparently doesn't allow for too much of a complex thought.
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"Oh!" One of the Ziggy's notice the cub drawing the other's attention.
"It's beautiful." By the time they are done being shocked, both are bending down to pet it. After all, Antheans love animals, especially cats for most of them anyway.
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Alright, so, Nexus magic, or this party's magic, he wasn't sure, wasn't so bad, yeah.
The cub definitely enjoys being petted.
Though the dog seems somehow a bit scary all of a sudden. Just, well, sudden feline instincts.
The cub nuzzles whomever pets him first.
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"You have to share." The one accuses.
"I don't."
"But.. that's mine." The argument gets heated.
"It just wandered in. It doesn't belong to anyone."
The other Ziggy frowns. "That's Horoki and he is mine!"
The Ziggy cuddling the cub stops, looks at the cub and then the dog, the other Ziggy.. and then back at the cub. He is very confused.
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The cub perks up at the name Hiroki, yes, that's his name!
Though he whines a little when the arguing begins. Why are Ziggys arguing?? This is bad.
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The Ziggy that originally picked it up pouts and then in a rage scowls about the cub. "You just want me to be unhappy!"
The Ziggy now holding the cub frowns feeling guilty. "I don't! There was a couch.. why don't we sit down and then we can both hold it?"
This seems acceptable.
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The angry yelling seems mean, but then the snatching brings mixed emotions.
After a moment, he decides to interpret it as an invitation to playfighting. So Hiroki headbutts that Ziggy. Let's play!
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However, they do agree that this is a good idea. Carrying the cub and Diamond trotting along they find a love seat to sit on. Both sitting close, Diamond in one lap and the cub in the other and all the petting. Both of the Ziggys are now in a good mood, sitting close and happy to have animals.
Awww, Ziggy and Jack. :D
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