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]

Harrow leans down to look at the phone, stares, blinks hard, and rubs his eyes. He stands up straight and looks around the crowd like a child looking for an adult. Someone help this poor man.

Then he's looking down at the phone again, staring hard, thinking. It takes some effort to drag his attention up to Nat once more.

"Holy shit, Nat, that's..." His mouth stays wordlessly open for a few seconds as this all sinks in. And then he's standing straight and tall once more, and suddenly he shouts, "THAT'S ME!"

He laughs an incredulous laugh and excitedly says, "I'm Captain America! In another universe, I really am! It's me! Th-that's why I love America so much! That's why everyone thinks it's funny that I'm wearin' this! Awwwww HELL, Nat! I'm Captain America!"

The man could not be any more proud if he tried. "I knew it!" he shouts. "I knew he'd be from Texas! And Steve tried to tell me he – I! – was from New York... Typical city-slicker logic." He's shakin' his head. Poor, deluded Steve Rogers...

[red_room]

Well.

That was not the reply Natasha was expecting. She blinks several times while Harrow whoops and hollers and laughs. At this point it's unclear whether correcting him or not would be worse.

Then again, he is pretty plastered.

"....Wow."

She misses trying to explain Earth culture to Thor, suddenly.

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow roots around in one of his belt pouches and comes up with his phone. He fumbles with swiping on the camera and then turns it around, crouches down by Nat, and quickly snaps a selfie with her.

He examines it with a vapid and sentimental smile, then turns that dopey look on Nat. "You oughta share this with the me in your universe. Or is this place a secret to your pals? You don't gotta if you don't wanna, but if you do I wanna hear all about it."

His eyes are back on that picture soon enough. "What'm I like over there? On Earth? Am I nice? Or mean? Am I sad?"

[red_room]

What would Rogers even say if she showed that photo to him? First of all, she'd have to find him. After the whole incident with the Winter Sol--with Barnes, Natasha hasn't exactly been in touch with her fellow ex-Avengers.

Would he assume it was make up? Would he get a laugh out of it? There's a pang of something that makes Natasha glance down. She actually misses them. All of them.

"Captain America....He's...too nice for his own good. Just don't get on his bad side." She closes her eyes and sighs. She hopes he's okay back home. "He was sad, for a long time. I hope...he's happier now."

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow continues smiling distantly at what Nat has to say, but there's a hint of something other than an alcoholic haze there.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "He must be me after all."

He stands in total silence for a while, a long while, swaying slightly without noticing it. His fingers idly clench and unclench around the neck of his bottle.

Then suddenly he forces a laugh and looks up at Nat with a strained attempt at a smile. "Just make sure he doesn't off himself, huh?"

Wow, that wasn't very funny. That wasn't very funny at all. His guilt shows on his face and he quickly takes a pull from his drink.

[red_room]

"Harrow..."

Natasha takes a deep breath. She's really not sure how to salvage this conversation, but the confusion and mistaken identity doesn't seem to be doing him any favors in enjoying the evening.

"That isn't you. Unless you were born one Steven Grant Rogers. In which case my mind is blown into so many chunks you'll be scraping brain matter off of the wall for a year."