nexus_crossings | 1st Annual Halloween Block Party!

Perhaps it's the leaves of fiery golds and oranges drifting on the breeze, or the sight of various hard squash being mangled into festive ornaments, or even still the bowls of candy left out simply everywhere in the Nexus that signifies the import of today. Regardless of when you take heed, Halloween has come to the Nexus.

Neat little handmade signs and fliers of all kinds lead to a particularly festive sectioned off block with the Crossroads Cafe at the center. The brick building has more than its fair share of decorations hung from every available windowsill and door. Hanging skeletons, jolly Jack-O-Lanterns, orange and black streamers cascading down and blowing to and fro in the crisp breeze.

The doors are propped open just waiting to beckon you inside. What are you waiting for?

((See the OOC post if you have any questions! Backtagging and threadhopping are fine. Come on in and have a blast :D ))

Coats and Costumes
The Cafe
Bonfire
Dance Floor
Haunted House
Side Halls and Storage

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Captain America?

Harrows eyebrows rise and his eyes widen with a fleeting moment of clarity. He nods eagerly and points at Steve. "Yeah! Yeah, that's what they said! Captain America. That's why I put on this!"

He grabs the ridiculous belt buckle he's wearing and jostles it to catch the light (and Steve's attention.) "Bought this thing a while back, been waitin' to wear it. I figured... America... Y'know..."

He squints one eye thoughtfully and says, "And I think they said he was from Texas? Y'know, 'The Lone Star State.'" He jabs at the star on his chest and laughs. "Idunno. All I know is it makes me look good." Harrow runs a hand down the outline of his body and finishes with a pat on his ass. That spandex.

"Think he's from New York, pal."

Steve does take a look over the very spangly belt buckle though, and he can't help but grin all the wider.

"That. That suits you a lot. And it fits with the costume. I gotta admit." His chuckle turns into a bit of a soft snort when Harrow claps himself on the ass. Steve can't help it. And it's clear that Harrow's got no idea of the significance of that getup. It's a nice looking shield he's got strapped to his back, too. Steve's own is worn under his cloak. He doesn't know anything about who he's supposed to be either, but a weapon seems like the sort of thing heroes would have.

"You do look the part. I'm impressed."

Harrow closes his eyes and smiles serenely. He has impressed his friend, and that's all he truly needs in unlife.

When his eyes open once more he finally gets a good look at Steve's little outfit. His free hand covers his mouth in thought while the other offers his bottle of alcohol to Steve for a swig or to keep.

"And you... Are... A rogue! A master of daggers and shadow! Am I right?"

"Maybe? I'm a 'sidekick', according to the woman who made my costume. I convinced Amelia to go in costume this year but she insisted she got to choose what to go as and drug me along with her."

Steve looks down at his outfit and then shrugs. The cape is a bit much, but the rest of the outfit isn't so bad. He likes being able to carry his shield around without it looking too strange though. Felt like it fit with the whole costume thing.

"So I think I might be a superhero too? Maybe? A junior hero?"

"A squire!" Yeah, that's a concept Harrow knows! "Every great knight has a squire studyin' under 'em, and every great knight's understudy becomes a hero some day! Like... Like... Uther and Arthas!" He paps Steve on the chest and smiles proudly at him. Little Steve, an Arthas in the making~

"So, Squire Steve... You gonna get drunk this year? I didn't see you drinkin' last year! Shoot, I don't think I've ever seen you drink. You should tryyyy iiiiit~"

Nudge nudge, hint hint, drink in face. Here comes the airplane, Robin.

Well, as long as a squire isn't a pseudonym for 'child' Steve is quite fine with the comparison. It sounds better than how the tailoring woman had described it when she was fitting him for it.

"I drink beer."

The reply is as straightforward as the eyebrow raise he's giving you Harrowheart. Why is this so shocking to consider? What is that drink Harrow is shoving into his face? Hard liquor? No go there. He's got to be here all night and that's a quick trip to Bad Idea city.

Harow stands up tall and shouts over other people's heads "So let's get this man a beer!"

Then he waits, smiling, in full confidence that eventually someone will bring him what he wants. It's only long past the point of awkwardness that he finally turns to Steve with a laugh and a shrug.

"Maybe next time, man. But I gotta say, it might do ya some good! Give ya a little more bravery to make a move on someone tonight." He raises his eyebrows and asks, "You have got your eye on someone, right? 'Cause tonight's the night!"

"I'll get one when I head back inside."

Steve's laughing though, smile bright on his face as he gives a playful little bap of a punch to Harrow's shoulder. Harrow seems to be in good spirits tonight, though how much of that is from imbibing said spirits is anyone's guess.

"Make a move?" His chuckle dies down, Steve shaking his head. "On who? I don't, Harrow. You know I don't."

Steve isn't the sort of guy women tend to look at when they're looking. And that's alright, he's pretty used to it by now.

Harrow ruffles Steve's hair and rolls his eyes. "Man, you sound just like Viatorus! Don't get all caught up in not bein' what you think a guy's gotta be! Girls love personality. If I was a girl I'd ask you out! You just gotta make the move!"

Oh no, he's looking around the crowd again. Like, seriously looking. He's sniffing the air, too, weirdo that he is...

When he looks back to Steve once more there's a huge grin on his face. "I'm gonna introduce you to some girls. Do my heroic duty. How about that, man? Whaddya say?"

"Well it clearly worked for Viatorus, he's getting married."

Oof! Tugged into a one armed hug and hair ruffled until it won't lay flat at all. Steve flails a bit, trying to dislodge Harrow and flatten his hair again. All of Steve's good friends tend to do this sort of thing to him. Huff.

"You know, Bucky tried that before too alla time. Would take me on double dates. It always seemed like the dames were more interested in him than me. I'm not so sure this is a good idea..."

Harrow laughs as Steve fights him off, but he allows it. Give the Steve a small victory and let him fix his hair. He deserves at least that much. And when Steve is through and said his piece Harrow gently lays his palm against Steve's chest and explains his theory.

"Here's the thing, man," he says slowly. "Girls aren't interested in me! Nobody's interested in me!" The way he delivers that news, he almost makes it sound good. But there's a hint of something in his eyes, the tiniest dullness that betrays his feelings. "No matter what I try to do, no one's ever gonna waste their time with me. Which makes you look better by comparison! Right? Makes you look –" Pause for a drink and a heavy breath "–Makes you look kind and heroic, bein' friends with a pity case. Listen, it's – It's a foolproof plan, my man."

He takes his hand back and puts it over his eyes like a sailor scanning the sea for a stretch of land. "Now let's find you someone..." he mumbles.

The self depreciative humor is really going too far, Steve thinks. Sure, he can kind of see how it would be difficult for a living girl to be with him for...well..reasons best left unthought about.He's been in that body. There's definitely some hurdles there.

Doesn't mean he couldn't find someone in his situation, unless it's really such a rare thing where he's from. Or maybe someone like Blaze, who doesn't have biological hangups or issues anymore either. But while he's busy thinking about Harrow, Harrow seems to be busy scoping out the scene for ladies.

"Whoa!"

Steve nearly falls flat on his face when Harrow takes his hand and strides off into the thick of the party.

1st Annual Halloween Block Party!

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