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]

Everything Fortyskey has to say is answered with one big guffaw.

"More than an infernal?" he asks in playful disbelief. "Babe, I think I could crush you."

And then to prove his point he begins to go limp at the knees. His dead weight gets a little heavier by the second as he tests her ability to hold him up. Be strong, Forty! Find your Forsaken willpower!

[dembonyhips]

Harrow what the fuck are you doing. Seriously. You're confusing our poor Warlock.

She spits out another "Fuck" As he leans heavily on her, and to her credit, she does try. The problem being, Harrowheart's taller than her, heavier than her, and she's this scrawny dead Warlock who weighs ninety pounds soaking wet. "Fucking hell, stop it, ass."

Cue her trying to shove Harrow off, but probably not having much success in that regard.

[westfallcorndog]

Of all the words to make him snicker, it's 'ass,' and fortunately his laughter is enough to get him to ease up off of Forty. He stands up straight and makes a show of dusting off her shoulders to rid her of his dirty germs. It's all punctuated with a light squeeze to the shoulder – the kind of reassuring gesture person might give their friend.

"Y'know, Forty... Even after... Everything that's happened between us? I – I really can't believe it, but in a weird sorta way, Idunno... I think I'm happy to see you?" He scoffs a laugh and smiles guiltily down at her. "It's good to see another person from Azeroth. Someone who's here thinkin' about Hallow's End, not Halloween. It's... I mean... Even though you're Forsaken, and even though I'm pretty sure you're a warlock what with the green fire 'n' all... I..."

Okay, boy. Clear your thoughts. Get a hold of yourself and say your words. He focuses on breathing, even though he doesn't need to, and only when he's found his center again does he speak.

"With everything goin' on back home, it's nice to see a face I know made it through. It's good to see ya, Forty."

[dembonyhips]

She can totally take him snickering, especially as he gets his weight off her. She makes a dismissive noise and bats at his hands as he tries to dust her off, and only punctuates it with an irritated scowl for a moment when he squeezes her shoulder.

But despite the expression she doesn't try to fight her way out of it, more seemingly begrudgingly accepting it. Her shoulders slump a little. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm all about fucking Hallow's End. Celebrating my freedom from that fucking traitor king who turned us all into fucking mindless slaves."

With varying definitions of 'mindless', of course.

"And like I said. The fucking Legion isn't ever gonna kick my fucking ass."

And god help them if they manage to, because she's taking as many of them with her as she damn well can. "I fucking guess it's good to see you still fucking ticking too."

Holy shit.

Was that a compliment?

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow's smile is so broadly that he can't keep his eyes open. Forty, you totally made his night. His smile fades in time and his vision returns and he's left looking down at Forty like the little sister he never had. Not that he doesn't have little sisters, just... None quite as little as her.

"Is it too late to apologize for bein' a dick last Spring? The whole... Eternal winter, little Lich King thing I had goin' on? Idunno if you remember. I mean, I remember. Someone melted my face off." Elbow elbow. "But I got to thinkin' about it and realized I kinda sorta deserved it, so I couldn't stay mad."

[dembonyhips]

Harrow don't you dare make her fucking regret this or she'll singe your face off. Not melt. She may be dressed as one right now, but she is almost certainly not a priest thankyouverymuch.

There's a difference, damn it.

"Holy fucking shit, you actually realized what a fucking asshole you were pulling that god damn bullshit?" Fun Fortyskey Fact: This is actual surprise. She's not too used to getting actual apologies (it's probably pretty obvious why, let's be honest here). "And yeah you did fucking deserve it. Shit was so fucking out of whack, and we didn't need fucking snow that was taller than me."

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow listens to what Forty has to say, pauses for a deep swig of alcohol, and calmly replies, "Wouldn't be a problem for ya if ya weren't so short." Ignoring the logical conclusion that it would have been more of a problem if she were taller, he snickers into the lip of his bottle and gets back to drinking. Gotta maximize his DPS: Drinks Per Second.

But then he's serious for a moment as he begins to remember certain things and connect the dots. "Honestly, I, uh... Been realizin' a lotta things lately," he admits. "Things I thought were good... Y'know... Maybe they aren't all good. Like you said about shit bein' outta whack... It's like that back home. We got a big bad to fight out there, but my people're out there killin' yours. And for the first time in a long time – N-nah, ever – I... I ain't proud of the Alliance?"

Suddenly a heavy rush of cold air leaves his lungs and he visibly deflates with it. Saying that out loud was difficult. Take another drink, big boy. That's it.

"It's like... You and me, we shoulda been on the same side against Reynard. And... You and me, we oughta be on the same side back home, too?..."

Another sigh, a drink, and a shake of his head. "M-maybe don't listen to me. I, I think I'm just drunk-ramblin' now..."

[dembonyhips]

Fortyskey rolls her eyes at the short comment, but decides not to reply for the moment--she knows she's fucking short, okay? She finally got her fucking Succubus to shut the hell up about her height. "It's fucking ridiculous. Everyone's being fucking assholes to each other and we have the fucking legion at our damned doorstep, but nooo, gotta toss that aside and attack each other like the stupidest motherfuckers on this side of Azeroth."

Sounds like she's not too pleased with the Horde either, but she's never been shy about letting people know that the factions are bullshit. The fighting each other is stupid and pointless, even if she'll get dragged into it from time to time (A fact Harrow learned all too well, when Fortyskey showed him just how dangerous she can be--tiny and scrawny, this Warlock is, but gifted.)

"The fucking Legion steamrolls us all. Even I'm not stupid enough to fuck them up alone."