Halloween Party [OPEN]

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> > sierra parker

The bumblebee and butterfly costumes were the twin Smith girls, girls that were gossiping about the young man by the punch that was dressed as a referee, who was most likely Blake, the boy in her biology class who was a sports fanatic, just like the zombie who was the algebra teacher across the hall, Mr. McGee, and that paper streamer attached to the bottom of his left foot was probably toilet paper rather than an actual part of his costume...

Sierra shook her head slightly to stop the cacophony of thoughts rampaging through her mind, and she gazed throughout the room to get an estimate as to how many students and faculty had joined the Halloween celebration. It was something of a tradition at the school. With a plethora of abilities and powers under one roof, pranks and tricks were inevitable on this particular holiday. In order to minimize the risk of injury due to some wayward trick, the school hosted the party, allowing the students the fun supposedly without the harm.

Sierra herself was only there just to chaperone. She saw no reason to dress up in a costume that may limit her movement or abilities. One never knew when one would need to jump into action.

That, and a mask would prevent her from spotting those students who would attempt to be inappropriate. She sent a small shock to one of the Smith girls and Blake, the pair hiding in a dark corner when they decided that they could not keep their hands off of one another. Feeling the tiny bolt, the pair jumped away from each other and quickly found Sierra's stern gaze on them. Just as quickly they looked away and went off in different directions.

Satisfied, Sierra returned her vigil to the room, ignoring Pip's cheeky quip of Killjoy in her mind.

[Apollo de Costa]

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Ducking a trailing orange streamer, Apollo adjusted the plastic sword at his hip. As a bit of a lark, in the spirit of the night he'd decided to dress up. Though he couldn't grow a beard to save his life for a variety of reasons, Apollo had managed to create a semi-accurate Zorro costume. He'd had to use a plastic sword, of course, but the cape made up for it. Adjusting the slightly skewed edge of his mask, the man lifted a hand to his face to hide the chuckle as he noted a pair of students bolting in opposite directions.

Tracing the two students' eye lines, he landed on the familiar figure of Sierra - or Ms. Parker, one of the more hard-nosed teachers at the school. That wasn't a bad thing; the woman kept her students in line, and Apollo was himself a tad wary of the woman. She didn't have a costume on as far as he could tell, but then again he didn't think she was really the kind of person who would lower herself to do something so...childish. Inwardly wincing at the phrasing, the teacher-in-training wandered over to the biology teacher, dodging a ghost that only came up to his shoulder who was dancing with what appeared to be a badly-made Dracula-slash-Wolfman costume.

"Ms. Parker, I didn't expect to see you here.", he starts, smiling lightly. He's turned slightly towards her, but still keeps one eye on the students wandering around the large room. "And - no costume?" He phrases it as a question, tugging at the hat sitting atop his own head as if to indicate the idea as a whole. Apollo loved Halloween - from classic scary movies to the orange-and-black theme that made him feel like he could easily fit in with the decorations. And the candy; he had a terrible sweet tooth.

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G I G A B Y T E
> > sierra parker

Sierra turned toward Apollo to grant him a nod of acknowledgement before continuing to keep an eye on the students at the party. Apparently some of the teachers needed to be kept watch as well...

Did Mr. McGee just trip over the streamer on his foot?

Sierra opted to ignore Pip's inquiry on her co-worker and instead greeted the teacher's aid by her side. "Good evening, Mr. de Costa. Are you enjoying yourself?"

She spared his costume a glance, amused at the plastic sword by his side, and took in the image of the cape, hat, and mask. It was not reminiscent of Renaissance wear, so Sierra ruled out the idea of Apollo being a musketeer, which had been her immediate first thought from the sword. Her mind cataloged through ideas of famous and semi-famous swordsmen that she knew of and finally decided that she recognized what, or rather who, Apollo was supposed to be.

"I believe Zorro had a mustache." Sierra quirked a smile at Apollo, teasing the aid with her dry tone.

He lightly asked about her lack of costume, and Sierra shrugged. "I was toying with the idea to dress up, in all honesty," she said, "but I would rather make one than buy a costume. Too much money is spent on these things to wear for one day. I did not have the time to create a costume by the time I thought of it. Halloween was not in the forefront of my mind until it was upon us."

Most of the students (and faculty) appeared to be behaving well, so Sierra figured she should attempt to keep up with a conversation, else she would be bored for the night. "What of you?" she asked Apollo. "What made you decide to dress as Zorro?"

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H Y D R O
> > roy kingsley

Why the hell was he here?

Roy shrunk back against the wall, watching the other students and faculty mingle and dance at the party. He shouldn't be here, didn't want to be here, but one of his classmates had, more or less, said that she would literally drag him from his room if she did not see him at the party.

Okay, so it hadn't been much of a threat as opposed to a rambling. She had just kept talking until he found himself nodding in agreement in a poor attempt to get her to be quiet. And, well, she would be the type of girl to give him the "kicked puppy" look if he didn't keep his promise.

On the other hand, here he was, and he hadn't seen her yet. He hadn't looked very carefully amid all of the costumes -- in fact, one of the few who weren't in costume was their teacher, Ms. Parker -- for his classmate.

Roy figured that it would be best for her to find him, if she really wanted to see him. He wasn't concealed too well in his cowboy getup, despite trying to keep his hat's lid low enough so he wouldn't have to make eye contact with many people. He made himself busy slowly sipping at his cup of some sort of fruit punch and wondered how long he would have to remain at the party to be somewhat polite before making a break for it.

[Apollo de Costa]

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>> ftm >> mutant >> 21 >> teachers' aide

Apollo smiled in return when the teacher spoke. She sounded as polite and formal as always, but not stand-offish. Maybe the party was loosening her up? Or maybe she was distracted by all the students - no doubt at least half of who were determined to cause some kind of commotion. When she smiled, though, Apollo grinned back, rubbing at his face when she mentioned his lack of mustache. He laughed lightly, nodding. "Yeah, but I can't grow one for love or money, and fake ones itch.", he explained, glancing at the milling crowd for a moment as he spoke.

His eyes flicked back to the teacher as she asked about his costume. A little surprised - he hadn't thought she'd be interested, honestly, and perhaps that had been a but rude of him to assume - the young man shrugged as he formulated an answer. "I always liked the idea of being a swash-buckler - and Zorro's one of the most famous." Apollo explained, noting a confused-looking cowboy apparently looking for his date or his friends. "Besides, I wanted to dress up as someone who might be recognized, so - Zorro." There was no reason to dress up as a Musketeer or something equally old when perhaps a third of anyone in the mansion would recognize him.

"I hope nobody spikes the punch.", he muttered, voice low. He was half-joking about the spiked punch, but it was a worry, with older students milling around in the room, not just younger ones.

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G I G A B Y T E
> > sierra parker

"A swash-buckler, hm?" A hint of an amused smile touched the teacher's lips. "Are you also a fan of pirates, by any chance? Was Peter Pan a favorite movie or book of yours?"

Sierra nodded when Apollo spoke of Zorro's fame. "Yes, he is fairly recognizable," she agreed, "especially if one considers the number of reboot movies and television shows made about him. Have many of the students and other faculty recognized your costume tonight?"

She spoke to the aid, but her eyes continued to gaze about the room, noting the movements and body language that everyone else portrayed. There was a young lady whom was in Sierra's chemistry class dancing quite suggestively near a young man that looked almost frightened at his fellow student's bold movements. With a point of an index finger, Sierra sent a small spark toward the girl, a warning bolt to cool it with the pheromones. The teacher earned a glare in response, but Sierra's stern gaze won the impromptu staring contest, and the student retreated to the refreshments table.

Sierra raised an eyebrow at Apollo's comment regarding spiked punch. "To have one spike the punch would suggest that someone would be able to enter this party with alcohol on his or her person. Not only are the majority of the party-goers under age, but my security systems would not let someone slip alcohol into this school."

She glanced at the aid before asking, "What would you do if someone had indeed spiked the punch?"

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> > willow foster

Willow was having a blast at the party, enjoying the music, the company, and the food to her heart's content. With the crowded room, Willow's dancing was mainly in her upper body and arms, her torso twisting and twirling with her colorful skirt swishing with every beat of the music. She had to be mindful of her costume as well. It wasn't bulky or too obnoxious, but it did have the large tail feathers of the peacock bird she was dressed as. She had already poked two classmates and a teacher, so she was doing her best to be careful of where the costume pieces went.

After a few minutes of dancing, she made her way to the refreshments table, her hand atop the small green hat on her head, the accessory decorated with feathers she had found and collected in the week before Halloween. In anticipation for her colorful costume, she had dyed the feathers in greens and blues to match her outfit (the tips of her fingers were still a touch stained with the dye from that particular experiment).

Willow downed a cup of punch, being sure to throw the paper cup away so she could not be accused of making a mess, and gazed around the room in content, marveling at the costumes that her classmates and teachers had created. Pirates, ninjas, princesses, a random crayon... Willow loved it all!

She grinned when she spotted a certain cowboy, delighted that her reclusive classmate had decided to venture out and join the party (and dress up for it, no less!). Willow squeezed through the crowd, excusing herself whenever she accidentally bumped into someone, and greeting those she knew as she passed by as she made her way to the cowboy.

"Hi, Apollo! Hi, Ms. Parker!" Willow waved as she passed by the aid and the teacher talking together at the edge of the room, not pausing as she caught up to her classmate.

"Hey, Roy!" Willow greeted the young man. "Glad you came down! Are you having fun? I love your hat!"

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H Y D R O
> > roy kingsley

Something very bright and colorful was coming at him, and Roy had the feeling that he should run.

When he was about to make a break for it, the colorful bird started talking, and Roy recognized the voice of Willow, the girl from his class that had rambled long enough to make him agree to come to the party in the first place. At least she had the decency to come and find him for making him come.

"Well, uhh..." Roy's not-so-elegant response to Willow's question about him having fun died before his mouth could form intelligible words. Not that it mattered much, considering that Willow carried right on with a comment about his hat. Since she seemed to be waiting on an answer about that, he paused and answered simply.

"Thanks." His gaze flickered around the room, wondering if Vanessa was around. She usually saved him from awkward conversations, if she could. Unless some guy was trying to flirt with her...

Wait, there was someone in front of him. He should be polite and try to make small talk. It'd be a good idea to get used to this madhouse, wouldn't it?

Roy looked at Willow's costume, trying to find something interesting about it other than the bright colors. He noticed a few spots on the feathers, their real shades shining through the mostly well-done dye job. "Did you make your hat yourself?"