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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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Daisy.
Her face isn't the one he's seen in the Making, but she's fierce and powerful. Clever in ways he can't quite put his finger on, but it's there. Just underneath her tendency to fold in on herself.
Braccia would have been... colder, without her.]
I'm sorry if that- offended you in some way.
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You didn’t, just—
Never had someone say something like that to me before.
[She’s pretty blunt to begin with, but the alcohol is definitely making her more prone to just saying what she’s thinking.
After the words leave her mouth she laughs at herself for actually saying that out loud.]
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[A breath of relief on the exhale as he smiles back, mirroring her as his eyes drop to the braces on her forearms.
Daisy, so willing to grind herself down to nothing to help. A big heart and a way to hide herself away when the situation calls for it. There's a certain sense of contentment settling in the pit of his stomach, heated by the liquor and the heat Daisy lights underneath his skin with her pretty smile and her sparkling eyes.]
Someone must have thought about it before, even if they didn't dare to mention it.
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She desperately wants to push those feelings back down, but the alcohol is making it harder to ignore them. She opens her mouth to say something but that look on his face has her drawing a blank.]
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He grabs another cup of something and takes a sip, wrenching his eyes away to look at the cakes.]
Do you think Peter made all of the cake people himself?
[Hiding his intentions behind talk of confectionery and letting the alcohol smooth over the rough edges of the conversation. The things they don't talk about, the events he doesn't think about.
The Darkling's gaze drops down to her mouth.]
They all look very- delicious.
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[Daisy trails off when he makes it very obvious that he's not talking about baked goods. Eyebrow rising, Daisy presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek. It's almost a relief to know that she wasn't imagining the connection between them. Almost.
It's also terrifying and exciting...]
Maybe you should try one.
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[He still has the cookie with his face on it in his pocket, tucked away for later and to make sure no one else got to it. It was just a bit to strange to think about a stranger biting in to it.]
What if they want it later.
[Pulling the napkin out, he looks down at the nearly solid dark cookie. The hard sugary exterior might hide something more succulent, if Daisy's face as she bit in to her own was anything to go by.
The Darkling breaks off one of the arms, popping it in to his mouth, eyes still on Daisy, flicking from her eyes to her lips. He gets the other arm without looking away, holding it out between two fingers.]
Do you want a taste?
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Of you or the cookie?
[Things she might regret saying once she's sober. If she even remembers saying it.]
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[Lips twitching up in smile full of breathless intention as he watches her, not stepping closer but also not moving away. Hand still held out towards her mouth.]
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You taste really good.
[Daisy says when she manages to finally stop laughing and actually eat it.]
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Or that might just be one too many of the cups of alcohol sloshing through his veins, but it still makes him stop breathing until Daisy looks back, laughing with black frosting on her lips.]
I know.
[Slowly, he reaches out, tracing his thumb across her bottom lip.]
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Her heart is pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, even if this isn't even the first time they've kissed it feels different this time. They're no longer pretending to be anything or anyone.]
Don't you want a taste too?
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The room spins a little, but not enough to stop him as he searches her face for any sign of a no. Or a stop. And when he finds none, he leans down slowly, brushing his mouth against Daisy's.]
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He hasn't lost control like this in years, more years than he can remember. Always sticking to the same two glasses of kvas when ordered to attend a royal party and never one to lose control in public.
Too unsafe, and he didn't just hold his own life in his hands anymore. It was the whole of the Second army and any Grisha still alive who needed help.
But not on this station.
There was no one here, except Alina, who knew him. Who could possibly have thought to murder him for his bones or to cease control of an army. Different worlds, with their own unique trouble and he had managed to get drunk enough to not care.
Everything falls away except for the slick slide of lips against his own, the sweet taste of the cookie on Daisy's tongue as he swipes his own in to her waiting mouth and the feel of her, pressed against him.]
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She isn't sure how long it's been, but Daisy suddenly becomes aware of someone frustratingly telling them to move out of the way.
Pulling away enough to catch her breath, Daisy looks over to whoever it is and feels heat rush to her face.]
Sorry.
[Daisy mumbles, scooting a few inches to the side so they can grab whatever it was they wanted. Embarrassed, Daisy makes eye contact with Kirigan and laughs at the sight of black icing smeared all over his mouth.]
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[Breath coming too hard for what little kissing they managed before someone so rudely interrupted them, the Darkling shakes his head.
But he doesn't let go of Daisy, not when she so willingly stepped in to the circle of his arms. Not when she fits so wonderfully against him, and he barely spare a glance to the person shuffling past them to get something from the table.]
You've already seen my bed- [Murmured against Daisy's mouth, a half-kiss that he can't stop himself from reaching for] do you want to see it again?
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[Daisy reaches blindly behind her for a napkin to wipe the icing off his mouth, she's only just lowered her hand when he leans down to kiss her again. Smiling against his lips, Daisy searches his eyes as if half expecting for him to take the offer back.]
What about your roomate?
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[Still whispered against Daisy's lips, a half-kiss and half a conversation that makes little sense. But they're still standing out in the open, and the Darkling with most of a cookie in his hand.]
Your room.
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Definitely not.
[Hopefully Kovacs is out, because her roommate isn’t. Daisy reaches for his hand, ready to get the hell out of here.]
Come on.
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If he's still there- [The Darkling stops, wrapping an arm around Daisy before she can rush off.] I can us disappear.
[The light dims around them as his fingers twitch, the shadows deepen until the white walls fade.] Privacy.