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

[zombots]

"I do love, Prague, but right now things there are not so good. But I'd rather not focus on it, and I'd like to get to know my new home here in the Nexus more." Vaclav won't deny the fact he'll miss home, but he's come to like the people he's met here so far quite a lot.

He watches Natasha with the piece of chocolate, and he then looks back to the paws. "You know, I was thinking about keeping these claws on for a bit longer, but now I'm starting to reconsider." Both the heavy mask, and a rubber band are holding his own hair that normally hangs in his face back.

"Got a bit of a thing when it comes to mechanical stuff like this. I used and was a neuroplastic surgeon."

[red_room]

"Treating the vain, the injured, or the rotten I wonder?"

The three reasons to get cosmetic surgery, after all. Looking better, reconstruction from an injury, or to disguise oneself permanently. Are there other reasons to willingly undergo such a thing? It's a thought that has her pondering a moment.

"My work's a bit more mobile."

[zombots]

Vaclav lowers his costumed head, and he looks down at his big hairy wolf feet in order to hide the look of shame.

"I do treat the injured, but some people who got augmented were either vain or rotten. And I didn't exactly have much of a choice when it came to the latter. It was either treat them, or I ran the risk of being turned into the police." There is some truth, but the other truth was the same people helped get him much needed black market parts since the closure of many clinics or other facilities for augs.

He then looks back up Natasha. "Before people got augmented for every possible reason you could think of!" He looks at his own limbs that he had since he was a child, and he flexes his fingers and he takes a look at them. He follows it up with a sigh. "And then there was the Aug Incident..."

[red_room]

"Today is supposed to be a celebration. A party. You don't have to talk about things that upset you if you don't want to."

She recognizes the look on this man's face when he reminisces. It's reason enough to offer him an out if he wants one. Especially considering how curious she is about this Incident. If she doesn't give him one now, she probably wouldn't at all.

[zombots]

Vaclav gets up from his seat and he takes a look around the party and he nods his head. "Yes, I'd rather focus on the party than the troubles back home." There's no point in ruining a good time, and talk about bad times can take place another day.

"Name's Vaclav Koller, and I don't believe I got your name." He reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck. And he looks over in the direction of the dance floor. "And if we're to enjoy this celebration, perhaps you would like a drink or two."

[red_room]

"Natasha Romanov." She says simply. "Nice to meet you."

She'll follow his gaze out to the dance floor briefly before her gaze falls back on him instead. For better or for worse. She has a rather intense face, even when resting.

"The bar's fully stocked. I'm pretty sure we'll be able to find something."

[zombots]

"Och-en pree-yat-na..." Valcav says, with a great amount of enthusiasm and he does hope she understood him. "...Natasha!" His dealings with the Russian underworld have made knowing and understanding Russian very important.

"I already figured that much out, who would throw a party like this without having some good drinks."

[red_room]

"Potěšení je na mé straně."

The smile and slight bow of her head, not to mention the response, shows that he's both said it correctly and she's understood. Despite her name, Natasha seems very very good at adapting her accent to fit the language she's speaking. She must have a lot of practice with that sort of thing.

"Shall we see what there is to offer?" She moves to get back to her feet before holding a hand out for Vaclav.