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Senpai ([personal profile] iam_senpai) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2016-10-28 11:34 am

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
westfallcorndog: (Handface)

[personal profile] westfallcorndog 2016-11-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] red_room 2016-11-02 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"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."