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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!))

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Balthazar couldn't turn down the invite to a Halloween party because it was a party for one thing and as for the time of year? It was the reign of the supernatural and angels fell into that category somewhere along the line. So, in strolls one angel who isn't quite dressed in the same t-shirt, jeans and jacket combo as he usually is, but instead is dressed as a rocker of some kind.

The era of his costume is late Seventies, early Eighties and his bare chest will no doubt cause some to stare. The cool October weather not affecting the angel at all due to his high constitution and ability to weather the cold air. His spiked collar temporarily replacing the diamond one Jack had given him as a gift just for this night. His leather pants and studded belt giving off the aura of a man who might just cause some trouble tonight.

"Trick or Treat, darlings."

Balthazar grinned as he suddenly unfurled his wings walking towards the mass gatherings of people, wondering if it would raise any stares or not. Of course, this wasn't his true trick. Oh no. That would be in the form of him teleporting around possibly offering to spike people's drinks with angel booze. He'll call it magic potion. Why yes, he managed to procure some of Beelzebub's prior to attending the party. Mind you, it'll only be a tiny amount, enough to make the drinker tipsy and jolly at the most.

[ooc: don't worry, he'll only spike drinks which are already containing alcohol and for people he's asked first. For the drinkers among the party. The non-alcoholic drinks will just be spiked with a different coloured juice of sorts. As for his puppy, Onyx, he's at home snoozing away.]

Edited 2020-10-27 08:12 (UTC)

The Slythein Seeker was wandering around with the party's equivalent of butterbeer when he spotted the winged rocker offering what he called a ‘magic potion’ to another patron. He wasn’t even trying to be discreet.

“Ooh, is that an Elixir to Induce Euphoria?” he asked, gesturing with his glass.

"Oh, do you want some, love? It's an angel potion of sorts and can cause euphoria on a certain scale."

Balthazar pulled out a coloured vial and was ready to tip a few drops into Minoru's drink if he had one. The young lad was old enough to drink, surely? Besides, he seemed so keen and this angel was on a mission to get everyone drunk but in a subtle way. Why have a party if you couldn't cause mayhem along the way?

"Got a drink there? I can add the potion then. You'll love what it does to you."

The costume he was in for the night might not be, but Minoru himself certainly was. If such a contradiction even mattered at this point...

“Angel potion? I don’t remember those from Professor Snape’s class...”

But he did have a cup in his hand, still mostly full of a butterscotch-flavored beer, and a very trusting smile on his face.

“What’s it do?”

"Professor who? Is he some sort of teacher here?"

College professor perhaps? Either way, the angel was now tipping a few drops of the potent liquid into Minoru's drink. The drink began to turn into a dark shade of red. A trick? Perhaps. It was mixing with the butterscotch-flavoured beer nicely causing a slight reaction.

"Why don't you drink it and find out?"

The angel was smirking. Oh was he smirking.

“Professor Snape! The Potions Master. Head of my house?” He pointed at the sigil on his robes. Ah well. Not every wizard went to Hogwarts, but he would have thought a potioneer would have heard of the man’s immense skill and unforgettably sour demeanor.

It was a thought that immediately went by the wayside when his amber-colored drink turned red.

He sniffed the drink.

"Sorry, it doesn't ring a bell."

Balthazar guessed the teacher was this guy's college tutor or something. Either way, he was about to learn the hard way that you should never take free drinks offered to you by angels. The "Angel Potion" was definitely changing Minoru's drink drastically.

"Try it. It won't poison you, love. I made a vow not to kill any of the guests here and besides the anti-violence field puts a stop to that."

Indeed, the smart thing to do would be to take it to his brother for a more accurate identification and a good twenty minute overview of how it was made, what effects it would have and in what doses, the history of its use in the wizarding world, etc. But what fun would that be, right?

He took a generous sip. His butterbeer now burned like firewhiskey, but the flavor wasn’t bad...

"How are you feeling, love? The effects should be taking place any moment as the alcohol seeps into your bloodstream."

A sly glance and Balthazar adjusted the chain on his leather pants before studying Minoru further. How long would it take to get the young man drunk? Probably not long since he was mortal. At least the angel assumed as much. The potent liquid even got angels and gods alike drunk if they drank enough of the stuff. Although, this potion wasn't as nearly as toxic, so would only make it's drinker jolly and rather silly.

"Do you fancy a dance? I was thinking we could get you up on that bar dancing the night away."

He had enough time to take one more curious sip before the warm feeling went straight to his head. The world spun and he sat his drink down on the nearest table.

“Woah... That IS a strong potion!” This was like an elixir to induce euphoria, all right, but mixed with something else!

Minoru snickered to himself as he stumbled a little. He was very acrobatic, though, and light on his feet. So he recovered instinctually and near-effortlessly.

“Dance??” He laughed again. “Who needs a bar when you got a broom!!”

And yes, he did just hop onto a broomstick that was floating in the air and wobbling just as much as he was.

"I'm glad you like it, darling. Isn't it something?"

Balthazar was glad Minoru was having fun with it all, slowly seeing him become more wild by the second. It was curious to see the effects on a mortal compared to an immortal like an angel. The broomstick though? That got a laugh out of the angel rocker.

"Brilliant! Can you do a loop-da-loop on that?"

Encouraging bad behaviour? Of course he was.

Minoru didn’t need a potion - alcoholic or otherwise - for this kind of behavior. Nor was it all that bad, really.

“Loop da loop?” he giggled a little. “You mean like this?”

Minoru hopped off the broom, but grabbed it with his hands and started swinging. In just a few swings, he was making full revolutions like a gymnast over the bar.

The angel didn't know the young man well enough to realise that this behaviour was normal for him, with or without a potion. Now, he was showing off and Balthazar was loving every second of the aerial display. Hey, the kid was good. Not many mortals could take a sip of angel booze and be able to perform tricks on a broomstick.

"Oh, well done! Even with the potion you're still managing to stay on the broom. Can I have a go? I won't break it, I promise."

Please? He has wings but the lure of the broomstick was just too much fun!

Completely normal.

Find Minoru after the party magic wears off, dare him to dive out a third story window while stone cold sober, and he’d do it. With style.

While it was probably frowned upon in the wizarding world to fly under the influence, if there was one thing Minoru was good at, it was staying on his broom. The kid, as Balthazar put it, could take a bludger to the noggin and still land a flip on one foot with a golden snitch in his hand. And relaxing his body even more made some tricks even easier.

He laughed as landed poorly, and upside down, with his broom behind his knees. It dipped, but his head was still a good couple of feet off the ground.

“Oh you’re FUNNY!!” He clapped his hands. The angel booze made him louder, and happier (if that was possible), “I don’t even let Isamu fly my broom!”

Of course it is.

Balthazar might just take you up on that offer, Minoru. Once the party is over and things settle down a little. That and everyone goes back to their normal appearances and selves. The chaos though? The angel lived off chaos and right now there was plenty of it going around.

"Oh, really? How about a deal? I fly you around using my wings and then you let me have a go on that broomstick of yours? Be a sport."

Aw, come on. Please let this angel make a fool of himself in front of everyone else.

The broom floated a bit higher, so Minoru was no longer face to face with the angel’s crotch. Thank goodness. Because he was still laughing when he poked Balthazar in both the chest and nose on his way up.

“I can already fly! And so can YOU! What good’s that do??”

Granted, he was having a bit of difficulty swinging himself back up to a sitting position, but he’d get there eventually. Even if he had to turn the broom around to do it.

Balthazar watched the broom float higher and it was a relief that Minoru's face was no longer so close to the angel's crotch. That part caused him to smirk a little though. This party was only getting started. It seemed the potion was working it's "magic."

"Ok, how about you let me on the back of your broom and you fly it? Deal?"

Minoru must buckle somehow since Balthazar was not giving up. That broom looked fun!

He actually did have to turn the broom upside down to sit back up. Or spin it. Kind of... and despite all that, he still hadn’t fallen off. Even tipsy, he couldn’t be tipped. He just kind of moved around to compensate.

“Hmmm...” he thought about Balthazar’s request - but only briefly, because that was about as long as he could hold a thought right now. “Okay!

He plopped his butt on the broomstick and patted the wood behind him.

“Hop on!”

It was easier to fly tandem when sitting down.

At some point in the evening, there's a faint whoosh and a light thump, and then the feeling of tiny paws clasping onto Balthazar's shoulder. When one sees oneself wandering through a crowd, it's a strange feeling. And he knows this is another Balthazar; becoming a squirrel hasn't dampened his ability to sense angelic Grace but so much.

"Hello, handsome," he greets, sitting up. "What's an angel like you doing in a place like this?"

The voice has a higher timbre than normal, but the accent and cadence may be familiar!

As soon as he felt the light thump on his shoulder the angel turned to see what had landed on him. A smirk tugged at his lips at what he saw and heard. This was just too good.

"Oh, hello there. I could ask you the same thing. Those eyes and the fur. I love it, darling."

That voice though. It sounded like him but was a little more squirrel-like. So, this was his counterpart it seemed, albeit, not in his usual form obviously. A trick played upon by the host god of mischief? Possibly. Balthazar clutched a glass half full of scotch laced with angel booze, as he smiled at his little furry friend.

"A flying squirrel, hm? I suppose it could be worse. What's it like? Do you have a strong craving for nuts right now?"

Why yes, he couldn't resist that one.

"It's my own fault for wanting to be comfortable all night. You should have seen the actual costume. It was glorious, all soft and roomy like high-end pajamas."

He grooms his own ears a little, sitting up casually, but his nose twitches at the scent of that drink. "I always have a craving for nuts," he says archly. "Did you grow out your vessel's hair for that outfit, or did you get extensions? I rather like the look."

"You were originally coming to the party in squirrel pyjamas? They sound very fun, darling."

He smiled down fondly when his counterpart began grooming his little squirrel-like ears. It was rather surreal but none the less very cute. It seemed even in tiny rodent form the angel was on point with his wit. Taking a sip of his own drink, Balthazar laughed softly.

"Oh, goodness, no. It's hair extensions. I'm glad you like the rocker hair look since I was going for the lead singer out of Europe. Swedish rock band of the Eighties."

His focus back on his rodent counterpart and his brow arched interested in how it must feel to be ten times smaller than he should be.

"What's it like being that size? Does it hurt to think of complicated things having a squirrel-brain?"

"I felt a bit bad because Luci is dressed up so pretty, but I couldn't resist. Honestly I was half hoping to get felt up in back of the haunted house or something, but I suppose I can do that another night."

He settles again on all fours, tail waving like a cat's. "I'm not familiar, but I do like it. Maybe I'll grow mine out sometime."

Aaand then there's a giggle, unmistakable. He sounds a little drunk. "I think my faculties are affected. I feel a bit hazy and also high as fuck, and I think it's because my head is too small for my brain. Honestly, it's a blast, 10/10 do recommend."

"Oh, I know the feeling there, love. I once felt up Jack in the Fun House at a carnival on our first date together. That and we fucked on a bouncy castle afterwards."

Balthazar smirked as he knew he was still talking to his counterpart even if he was in squirrel form. It was bizarre but very amusing at the same time. Also, was he drunk? Fantastic.

"Being high as fuck sounds fun. I'm drunk since I've been lacing people's drinks with angel booze. Also, taking swigs from the bottle myself."

He offered his squirrel friend a small chuckle and wondered if next time he'd get transformed into a small animal. Now, he was thinking of all sorts of things he and his counterpart could do in this state. What mischief they could achieve.

"Got any ideas for fun, darling? Landing on people's heads while I lace their drinks sounds like a good time to me."

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