1st Annual Halloween Block Party!

[iam_senpai]

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

Comments

[westfallcorndog]

"Anti-hero," he repeats as thoughtfully as his addled mind allows. That's a new one for him. He's going to have to try to remember that, if such a thing is possible after half a bottle of bourbon and with more on the horizon. "Well, my compliments to the chef, 'cause Catwoman dresses fiiiiiine."

When he's through with laughing he points to himself and says, "Captain America. Some folks at a costume shop gave it to me. Guess he's some kinda, y'know... Hero of myth 'n' legend on Earth. Guess that makes me an anti-anti-hero tonight."

[rogueinladysclothing]

Her cheeks flush at the compliment. "I"ll, ah... tell my tailor you liked the outfit." Really, Amelia, can you not handle even one compliment tonight?

"Anti-anti-hero," she repeats, trying hard not to laugh and failing a little. "You could just say you're a hero, you know. I've heard rumors about this Captain America guy and I'm pretty sure that's what everyone else calls him." Not that she knows for sure, but that seems like an important thing to point out.

But since they're out on the dance floor, she has to ask: "So, does the hero dance?"

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow presses his fingertips to his chest, tilts his head down, and raises his eyebrows. Him? Dance? "I dance, 'course I dance! Bet I'd make a bad partner for you, though."

He bends down to set his bottle on the ground and wobbles as he stands straight again.

"See, 'cause I dance like this," he says and loops his thumbs behind his belt. He does some kind of exceedingly country-fried line dance that involves an awful lot of boot-kicking and staring at his own feet. He's through quickly, pauses for a chug of his drink, and then continues.

"But I figure you dance like this," he says, holding his arms out in front of him as if around the shoulders of an invisible partner. He attempts to waltz in a circle, gets briefly tangled up by his own legs, then catches his balance again and saves face with a deep bow for Amelia.

[rogueinladysclothing]

"That first kind of dancing is actually closer to what you'd see on my world than you think. It involves a lot of moving around the floor and not getting terribly close to each other. Like... this." Despite the speed of the music, Amelia goes through the dance steps slowly, as is appropriate for the style of dance. When she finishes, she gives a half bow of her own.

"Admittedly, I prefer the second type of dancing you demonstrated, though I only learned it after coming here to the Nexus. There's a lot more to it, making it much more interesting." A tiny smirk tugs at her lips as she, in a motion very much unlike herself, offers a gloved hand to Harrow. "So, shall we dance?"

[westfallcorndog]

He runs a hand through his hair and looks down at her hand like it's the most intimidating dare in the world. He can't hesitate forever, though, and takes it with an uncertain smile. "Don't blame me for how bad this turns out," he says with a tiny laugh.

Then with a nod in her direction and a brow furrowed in concentration he says, "You lead, hun. I'll do my best to follow."

[rogueinladysclothing]

Well, this is... unexpected, to say the least, but she's honestly happier for it. Her face softens into a smile as she nods toward the dance floor. "I'll go easy on you, I promise."

The dance she leads Harrow through is one that adapts well to any pace of music and is a lot more in line with what he showed her. No fancy spins, no need to get too close, and, to top it off, Harrow can hold on to his bottle without worry of losing it to some nosy passerby if he were to set it down. Falling into the pattern of the dance is easy for Amelia, despite her restrictive costume, and she visibly relaxes as they keep going. Dancing is one of the few things she's come across that always seem to lift her spirits.

"So," she says when one song ends and another starts to play, "not too hard, was it?"

[westfallcorndog]

In fact, it's not! He follows her lead, watching her closely, and though he goes through the motions more slowly and uncertainly than she does, he manages to mirror her motions without too much difficulty. Walk, spin, skip (that's the hardest part), in. Walk, spin, skip, in. At first it takes concentration and quiet, but after he's got the pattern down he smiles and laughs at his accomplishment, no matter how meager. When it's through he bows in a similar way to her earlier and comes up grinning.

He shakes his head at her question and continues to smile. "Not too hard for a drunk corpse," he says with a chuckle and punctuates with a swig of his drink.

"That one from your home world? How about Nexus dances, then? Learn any since you got here, 'Melia?"

[rogueinladysclothing]

"It's adapted from one I learned at home, yes, though I've seen other Nexus-goers do something similar." Which isn't surprising, really, given how big this place is and the taverns she's hidden out in when she needed a little reminder of home. Most dances share movements and steps anyway, which makes it even easier to find things like what she knows.

She smiles wryly as she thinks about all the things she's learned about dance since she got to the Nexus. "I learned a few slower ballroom dances for the party on Halloween last year, but I don't think they fit the pace of the music." This is definitely not music meant for a waltz or a rumba. "What about you, Harrow? Do you have any good dances from your world that you could show me?" Try as hard as she might, she can't quite keep from grinning. Yes, drunk boy, she wants to see you dance.