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ximilialog2021-10-22 07:39 pm
🦇🎃 🦇🎃 Halloween Mingle Log 🎃 🦇🎃 🦇
LOCATION: All around the station.
DATE: Last two weeks of October.
CONTENT: Time for some Halloween holiday shenanigans: spooky decorations, scary movies, pumpkin carving, sweets and a costume party.
WARNINGS: None, will update if needed.
[ Peter contacted Viveca to request some Halloween food and items in the next supply drop, but until it happens, he has decided to decorate the stations the old-fashioned way: making the decorations himself.
He can be seen in the communal room, surrounded by color markers, scissors, glittery papers in varied colors, and doing different kinds of arts and craft: cutting papers plates in the shape of black cats, doing some spiderwebs, ghosts, and even a few origami pumpkins. One of the markers has rolled off of the table and onto the floor, anybody who comes by should be careful not to slip on it by accident.
Or perhaps someone spots him in the kitchen, doing what Peter would call 'cooking' and any other normal person would classify as biological warfare. He's a bit of a messy cook, please ignore the chocolate stain in the ceiling (who knew souffle could explode?). He will clean the kitchen later, now he's busy adding the finishing touches to the spider peanut butter cookie cups, while the covered orange slices he's making for Yelena cool off in a tray.
There's flour in his hair, a streak of chocolate in his cheek and the apron he's wearing has seen better days, but Peter looks honestly happy, and he's humming a song under his breath as he works.
Another day, he's on a ladder trying to hang some paper bats and spiderwebs on the station walls. His right shoulder is still healing, so he can't raise it with ease, making the whole process a bit slow. some help would be welcomed. Maybe some orber happened to walk by Peter when one of the giant balloon spiders he was trying to stick to the ceiling falls off on their head. Or perhaps it was one of the bedsheet ghosts, obscuring their vision for a little while. Peter looks down once he notices; ]
Oh, oops, sorry about that. Could you give it back?
Welcome to the simulation room, ladies and gents, and variations thereupon. The moment someone crosses the door, they'll find themselves transported to the wonderful 80s. Bright lights, colorful clothes and questionable hairstyles.
There's a massive theater across the street, and it's clear the place is the main attraction. The giant marquee sign and the movie posters on the walls announce four different movies available to watch: The Shinning (🎥), Poltergeist (🎥), The Little Shop of Horrors (🎥), and Night of the Living Dead (🎥). Grab some popcorn, something to drink or snack on, and take a seat. It's all free, worry not.
A sign at the entrance of the movies reminds people that this is fiction, that no real people or animals got hurt making the movies, and that zombies ( probably ) aren't real. No such claim is made about talking alien plants from deep space, because Peter did end raising one as part of his family, after all. Leaving the simulation is possible at any moment, just wishing to do so will make a door will appear, allowing to return to the control room.
[ On the large tables in the kitchen, pumpkins of different sizes and colors are waiting to be disemboweled, next to them there's also a large tray with the ghost cupcakes Peter promised The Doctor (11). Next to them, one could find several sharp knives and large, empty bowls perfect to use to keep the pumpkin entrails. That way they can be used later to make soup or perhaps bread. Wasting food when you are stuck in space is a crime, be mindful of the resources.Or...not. Perhaps some orber gets fed up with how sticky is everything, or frustrated that their pumpkin isn't looking the way they wanted, and thinks it would be more fun to start a food fight. Peter's no one's dad, he will let people run wild and have fun as long as it's not the knives that start flying.
If anybody needs him for anything, or they have questions about what exactly is pumpkin carving, he's busy working on his own project, but he won't mind being interrupted. The music that can be heard comes from the Guardian's Zune, connected to a portable speaker on top of a shelf. It's now playing "Dancing in the Moonlight," the 1972 hit by King Harvest. ]
↠IV. Party Time | October 31th | Common Area
[ People can choose not to come to the party in a costume, but it's highly encouraged. Viveca even brought costumes and supplies for the occasion in the last supply drop. The costumes are a variety of different ones, and not all of them are Halloween-related or even unique. Are you in the same costume as someone else? Damn, awkward. Maybe you can convince other people that you're doing some sort of group costume.
Like the rest of the station, the common area has been thoroughly decorated, although some decorations here are a little...off. There are balloons resembling eyes, ghosts, or pumpkins, and the eye ones sometimes follow people across the room or blink at them. The purple and black curtains as well as fake spiderwebs covering the walls are as normal as they get, but the plastic skeletons seen in corners or handing from the furniture are of a questionable nature. Some have the wrong number of arms and legs, others have horns, and a few show bones where no bone should be. The skeletons with top hats let out squeaky laughs at random, scaring the shit out of anybody walking near them. There are black paper bats handing from lamps that flap their wings on occasion and, to complete the look, LEDs candles of different colors give the room some ambient light. Viveca has tried her best to bring decorations for the party, but multiple universes make for a varied and complicated mix to chose from.
If there is a Halloween party, then of course the pumpkins are also a must. On one of the large tables, the different messy masterpieces created during the pumpkin carving contest can be admired or even grabbed if you want to take a picture with them.
On the left side of the room, there's a small stage with a haunted mansion backdrop, different boxes with spooky props, and what seems to be a Polaroid camera. Black cats and wolf plush toys, fake bloody weapons, giant glasses, plastic tombstones, all sorts of different hats, a vampire cape, and a plastic skeleton dressed as a firefighter are available to play and pose with. That's right, it's a selfie corner! Come take some pictures or drag someone to the stage with you to pose and complete the scary look.
The big cleared space in the middle of the room is the dancefloor. The music playing once again comes from Peter's Zune, so enjoy those 80s and 90s playlists, currently blasting Michael Jackson's thriller. Get out there and shake your bones, try not to step on anybody's toes.
For those who aren't into dancing or get tired, there are plenty of chairs available, party food, and all sorts of drinks -alcoholic and non-alcoholic- by the buffet and bar. There's enough candy to give people a sugar coma: pumpkin buns, fondant ghost cupcakes that make the person slightly see-through for 10 minutes after consuming them, Halloween brownies, candy apples that make people fall asleep for 30 minutes unless someone wakes them earlier with a kiss, pop rocks candy, oreo cookie bats, a variety of halloween themed drinks, and voodoo doll cookies...some of those might look like the orbers. If you find a cookie that looks like you, well...eat it or protect it, it's all about personal choices. ]
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His own set of armor, the black Kefta and his reputation for not suffering fools, another deterrent against being touched by- well, anyone. The Second Army knows that he values his privacy and to touch a superior is equal to being sent to the labor camps by the Fjerdan border.
It's new, this soft slide of lips against his own. The knuckles brushing his neck and the awkward fit, sitting sideways on the small seat of the theater. The Darkling licks against the seam of Finn's mouth, tongue flicking out to taste the popcorn or confections on his lips with a small throaty sound.]
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So maybe they should talk later about that before he gets more confused.
But, for the most part, Finn is more than willing to just not think for a little while. Kirigan's intense in all of the right ways and he even feels like something like Finn, like they were made from the same stuff. Their connections are different but entirely too similar to not be the same. Just because the Force or the Small Science feels different in these other galaxies or dimensions doesn't make it any less real. Here and now, Finn can feel it between and within them.
He holds the back of Kirigan's neck and kisses him a little more firmly, finally starting to find some resolve here. ]
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The Darkling kisses back, exhaling through his nose through the next one until he's panting softly against Finn's lips. Shivering from the intensity of the kiss and from the Force building up under Finn's skin. The reach of it, as foreign as electricity or flashing lights, yet so fascinating that he keeps his fingers on Finn even as he pulls back a little.
Resting their foreheads together, breathing the same way as he gets himself under control. He laughs gently, still breathless as his fingers curl around the nape of Finn's neck to keep him from bolting just yet.]
Thank you.
[Punctuated by a small kiss to the edge of Finn's mouth]
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Even though that last kiss was terribly sweet, he doesn't believe he needs to be thanked. But he does manage to open his eyes and actually look at Kirigan. ]
Thank you.
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There's no deeper point to it, than the fact that it feels... nice.
With nothing more at stake but a refusal and a bruised ago. There is no war riding on this, no country to save nor army that depends on the outcome of this. There's just the gentle sloshing of Finn's power humming underneath his touch and the sweet taste of him against the Darkling's lips.
They're still hidden behind his shadows, the edges of them curling around Finn's leg like tendrils of smoke.]
At least now I know that the station won't blow up, if the sparring gets a little heated.