on this the night all hallows' eve

[sailmods]

who: the living and the damned
when: October 31st, 8PM to 11:59 PM
where: around the main pool on deck 6
what: HALLOWEEN PARTY, 1/2
warnings: TBA

[as you exit the elevator and walk towards the pool deck on Halloween night, you follow a sort of labyrinth of panels and decorations. about halfway through the maze, a scythe swings into your path, and a tall animatronic crackles to life:]

It is harvest time. I can smell it in the air. And I sense your soul is ripe for harvesting as well. When your time comes, my scythe will cleave your soul right off the vine like a ripened pumpkin. Time for carving!

[welcome to Halloween aboard the Serena Eterna.

the Infinite Spirit Halloween has been put to good use by a crack team of Mizuki and Ebalon, and half of it seems to now be located around the deck on the main pool. the pool has been dyed a swamp-like green; fake plastic vines and (hopefully) fake plastic limbs float in the waters. there are fog machines studded throughout that are putting out a frankly dangerous amount of fog, and it can be pretty difficult to tell if your next step is onto the floor or directly into the pool.

there is food available on a long table on the side, but it’s entirely the usual fare found in the buffet, though there are also two punch bowls: one is a delicious fruit punch, and the other is about 99% vodka and then a single orange. the bar is also open, with extra liquor bottles scavenged from the other bars on the ship. Halloween music plays from unseen speakers.

Friday is here, and dressed in costume, but never seems to stop fussing and rushing around long enough to actually have a conversation with. but, hey! Jenny is here! hooray!

have fun. you have ‘til midnight.]

Comments

[myagic]

[Oh, look who it is...distracted by something-or-other, Rita nearly bumps right into Clarke, and then--oh, the shadow that darkens her face (she's not...going to look at the bandages; this isn't really Clarke--it's not, it can't be, not after what happened to Jade too-)

She doesn't say anything. If she opens her mouth, she might not be able to resist forming the words to a spell.]

[skaikru]

( she's bodily jostled, looks around for the cause on instinct and upon locking eyes on rita's face something in the standoffish, determined mask she'd been wearing all evening just outright snaps. cracks, and falls, and she is a wash of: first alarm, half expecting another volley of fireballs. secondly hurt, since this is the first time she's been face to face with the other girl since staring back at her from between closing elevator doors and a field of rocky upshoots across the promenade floor. thirdly, an exhausted sort of sorrow, because before that, the last memory of rita mordio is still her rapidly cooling body surrounded in a pool of blood.

neither of them say anything, though clarke's mouth does slack open enough to show the edges of her teeth. she wants to say something, wants to argue her case or at least just fucking apologize despite not having been the murderer in the end. but she doesn't know where to begin, or how to avoid a confrontation she's too tired for.

eventually clicks her teeth back together, presses her mouth in a thin line of woe. and cautiously backs up, intent on disappearing behind the bulk of other people, or blending into strategically placed spooky halloween shadows amidst this night time party. )

[myagic]

[The flare of anger threatens, for a moment, to overtake her. She curls her hands so tightly her nails dig into the fabric of the fingerless costume gloves. And then--Clarke is backing up and not bothering to say or plead anything, and the the fire returns to a smoulder as Rita clicks her tongue.]

...Hmph.

[She turns her face away. There's no need to cause another scene. She already made her point, and Clarke's not here for any shady reasons. There's nothing suspicious at this party to worry about.

Her gaze stops on Natsuno, seemingly chatting it up with Jinx not too far away...but then her attention slides right past as if it's totally normal. No...everything's totally normal here. Clarke--or the ghost really pretending to be her--isn't going to pull anything tonight. Whether or not Clarke sticks around, then, Rita decides to turn to the nearby snack table and help herself to a cupcake as if she didn't just come close to attempting another roasting.]

[skaikru]

( palamedes is asleep in his cabin after running ragged the entire month in an effort to stop the ghosts. jade and rita both think she's killed them. natsuno's inappropriately distant, and she's not all that close to tear. mizuki's here, but distracted with putting on his party. darcy hasn't spoken to her since the heated gym argument, venti's socially off limits, sharky isn't himself, pratt isn't even here.

...it's... actually the first real time she's felt alone on this ship, and it's terrible. )